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So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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Regrettably, research has shown that sex-trafficking victims are infrequently identified by service providers who may have contact with these victims. (Clawson.

I tell ya, Clawson ain’t perfect. Nah, there are corners that make your skin crawl—the abandoned lot on Elm that reeks of lost dreams (so sorry, not sorry, but it’s raw truth). I got mad once, walking past, cuz those cracks in the pavement spoke of our neglect. But then, like in a reel, beauty emerges—rustle of wind, echo of laughter from a nearby little diner (Joe’s Diner, fyi, totally dope!).

Richard Clawson Obituary (2024) - Ewing, NJ - The Times of Trenton