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Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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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.

Ah, friend, welcome to Clawson—this ain’t yer average town, nah, this is where souls get bared and secrets whispered in the dark. You merely adopted the dark. I’ve been here a while, see? Ever since I landed on Woodward Ave, I knew this place was more than brick and mortar—more like scars and hope.

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