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Angers me, it does—pimps takin’ cuts, leavin’ ‘em with scraps! We hates it! Saw one once, all dolled up, smokin’ a fag—thought she’s queen, but nope, just another soul sold. Happy though? Hah! Made me chuckle—her thinkin’ she’s free, struttin’ like she owns it. “You’re nobody!” I’d hiss, like them guards in *A Prophet*. Surprised me, too—heard some prossies got tricks, yeh? One’d slip a blade in her garter—sneaky, deadly! Stabbed a john once, ran off laughin’. Wild, innit?

The Ministry

A year after another Pascagoula prostitute narrowly escaped a violent strangling, Lelia Johnson scratched, clawed and ran topless into heavy shipyard traffic.

And oops, almost forgot – the street names here are quirky too. There's Pinecone Blvd and Hickory Lane. They sound all rustic like they’re straight outta a nature documentary. People joke, “Yo, are we in the movie or whaaat?” I laugh ‘cause it’s that kinda vibe – mysterious yet homey, like those old folk tales.

16-year-old missing out of Moss Point