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Sadly I have known several prostitues or oversexed gals. One especially I liked very much. Pretty and intellgent but she had fallen in with the wrong group. Several of us tried to help her, got her a good waitressing job, helped her get away from the druggies, and the like.

She and I used to like to do crossword puzzles backwards. No clues, you put in words then make the clues to fit.

More than once shhe would snuggle up to me at The Local Watering Hole and when things were quiet she would stand up and announce to everyone that you couldn’t call her a whore because whores get paid and she gives it away. She did that to embarrass me.

If I would give her a ride home more than once she would lift her blouse and put them on the glass for pedestrians...even police.

She did have health problems. The guy she claimed she loved beat her often and once broke her skull with a hammer. She kept going back to him though.

Eventually I gave up. A short time later she died by putting heroin through her eyes.

I miss her.

Just...damn that's sad.

Probably an intervention would have been the only thing that would have worked. I'm talking about a clean-break intervention where you get the person to agree to relocate to some deserted backwater place with no wired devices around to reconnect with her negative influences. A distant, primitive island would be ideal, but if it has to be on the same continent, it had better be more than a day's walk to civilization, and you'd better drive them there at night, blind-folded, or stone-cold asleep.

The only way some people can get to where they'll stick with a decision to clean up is if they believe they've put themselves voluntarily into a situation where they have no choice, and others that they know care for them are around to walk it out with them for many days on end.

That isn't something your average working-class stiff can pull off; it takes copious amounts of time, and an ability to NOT have to go to work for many, many months.

Good on ya for doing all you could.

i know what you mean... i used to live on St.Croix USVI and found Melody under the overhang of my apt. one night when i took out the trash. she was wet, shivering, cold and crying waiting for Julio the crack dealer that lived under me. now i’d done some decidedly un-Christian things while i lived there so i decided to even out my Karma a little and do the Christian thing and told her to come upstarts as he wouldn’t be home for hours so she could get warm / dry.

i’d given her a couple slices of pizza and a drink or two here and there because i felt sorry for her so we knew one another. i told her to go in and take a shower so she could get warm and i’d let her wear some of my things till hers dried out. she wasn’t bad looking once she was cleaned up without the makeup. she had been a Pharmacists-Mate in the Navy so she was no dummy, she just got lost on crack.

now i’m sure it’s hard enough to be a crackwhore, but a WHITE crackwhore on STX has REALLY got it bad. i knew she'd been raped a couple times and tortured during the second one, butts put out on her etc, but the Cruzian cops didn't care. she ate a couple slices of cold pizza while we talked and she fell asleep on the couch. i put a poncho liner over her and she slept for almost twelve straight hours without ever getting up. it was probably the first time in God knows how long that her guardian angle told her she was safe and didn’t have to worry so she slept like the dead. when she woke up i had a hard time convincing her i really didn’t want sex in return so she told me to tell her anytime i wanted some free stress relief. go in peace my child. (the Christian Hedonist)

i saw here and there now and again then a month or so later she just disappeared...

i still think of her now and again and hope she finally found peace