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[UMORA @umorakk]

At 19 Monet Monico was an actress and singer on tour, getting her hair and makeup done before every show. At 21 she's homeless and hooked on her*in. She buys black tar from a guy who works for the Mexican Mafia, nods out mid-hit and calls a public bathroom her "five star resort."

Two years ago Monet Monico had a career most girls her age only dream about. Acting. Singing. Tours. A dressing room, a stylist, a stage.

Her family says she was becoming a sensation.

Then came her*in.

In the video below she gives the cameras a tour of her new life. It doesn't take long. There isn't much to show.

Where does she sleep? Wherever they can. "This is where we stay once in a while." The bathroom right there is where she gets ready in the morning.

What does she call it? "Our five star resort bathroom." She laughs. "Go from a million dollar dressing rooms to... ta-da."

Is she joking? Kind of. "We try to joke around about it. It's the only thing that keeps us smiling. Besides our dr*gs."

Who does she buy from? A dealer who sells black tar. She says he works for the Mexican Mafia.

Then she cooks it on camera and takes a hit. "Feels amazing. Nothing is better than this."

A few seconds later she nods off. When she comes back she's surprised. "I didn't realize I totally just nodded out, babe."

How does she pay? Spare change. Pawning everything she owns. Stealing. "Scams, which I won't get into."

What do they eat? Dollar hamburgers. That's what's left after the d*pe.

And on the days there's no money and no dope? She gets so depressed she doesn't shower for a week.

"Once you get hooked on her*in, it's a different life. All you think about is getting high."

Some people will say this is what happens to every child star sooner or later. Others will notice she still talks about the stage like it was last week.

She was 19 when she was on tour.

She's 21 now.

Is Monet's career over, or is it just the opening act of a much darker story?

[UMORA @umorakk]

At 19 Monet Monico was an actress and singer on tour, getting her hair and makeup done before every show. At 21 she's homeless and hooked on her*in. She buys black tar from a guy who works for the Mexican Mafia, nods out mid-hit and calls a public bathroom her "five star resort."

Two years ago Monet Monico had a career most girls her age only dream about. Acting. Singing. Tours. A dressing room, a stylist, a stage.

Her family says she was becoming a sensation.

Then came her*in.

In the video below she gives the cameras a tour of her new life. It doesn't take long. There isn't much to show.

Where does she sleep? Wherever they can. "This is where we stay once in a while." The bathroom right there is where she gets ready in the morning.

What does she call it? "Our five star resort bathroom." She laughs. "Go from a million dollar dressing rooms to... ta-da."

Is she joking? Kind of. "We try to joke around about it. It's the only thing that keeps us smiling. Besides our dr*gs."

Who does she buy from? A dealer who sells black tar. She says he works for the Mexican Mafia.

Then she cooks it on camera and takes a hit. "Feels amazing. Nothing is better than this."

A few seconds later she nods off. When she comes back she's surprised. "I didn't realize I totally just nodded out, babe."

How does she pay? Spare change. Pawning everything she owns. Stealing. "Scams, which I won't get into."

What do they eat? Dollar hamburgers. That's what's left after the d*pe.

And on the days there's no money and no dope? She gets so depressed she doesn't shower for a week.

"Once you get hooked on her*in, it's a different life. All you think about is getting high."

Some people will say this is what happens to every child star sooner or later. Others will notice she still talks about the stage like it was last week.

She was 19 when she was on tour.

She's 21 now.

Is Monet's career over, or is it just the opening act of a much darker story?

[Noisy @noisyb0y1]

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[UMORA @umorakk]

Roxanne, homeless in Kensington for 10 years, sells sex for dope. Tranq left open wounds all down her back. A client locked her in his car and punched her in the face 17 times. She broke the window and got out naked in winter. Her daughter, 21, wants to see her. Roxanne says no.

Roxanne is from Florida, Pennsylvania. She has a daughter. For the last 10 years she has lived on the streets of Kensington.

Tranq ate through her back. The wounds got so bad she stopped shooting and started smoking. "I don't shoot up. No way." She goes to wound care. The sores still itch all day.

To pay for it she sells sex, hustles and steals. "I'll do whatever I can."

In the video below she shows the open wounds on her back. Her eye is swollen from a fresh punch. A client did it.

Is that the worst one? No.

What was? A client locked her inside his car and punched her in the face about 17 times. The only way out was through his window. She broke it and crawled out.

Naked. In winter.

Does anyone help her? Her sister Barbara tries, but won't give her money. "She don't want to support my habit." Her mom is dead.

What happened to her cousin? He was 30. He went to rehab, and she heard the withdrawal hit him so hard "his eyes burst." He died there.

Does she ever sleep? Barely. She gets robbed at least three times a day. "As soon as I fall asleep." By addicts. By people she knows.

And her daughter? She's 21 now. Two jobs, her own apartment in Kentucky. She wants to reach out.

Roxanne won't let her. "I don't want her to see me like this."

Some people will say a mother should go to her daughter, wounds and all. Others will notice her daughter is the one thing Roxanne is still protecting.

Her advice to kids: don't even touch weed. "They're going to end up like me and everybody else here."

Is Roxanne protecting her daughter, or hiding from her?

[SITA @S1TA10]

Rose found out her Hells Angel dad was cooking meth. She said she'd leave. They beat her boyfriend with a baton and took her. Every time she screamed, her dad's best friend choked her out. Her dad did nothing. Now she's a stripper on Skid Row. Raped. Kidnapped, held for 3 days.

Rose is 33. She grew up in the mountains of Idaho, one of nine kids, with the Snake River in the backyard. Her dad is the treasurer of a Hells Angels chapter. The first time she found out he was on drugs, she broke into his RV and found a crack pipe and a meth pipe. "It broke my heart."

Right after she turned 18 she found out they were cooking meth. She yelled at her dad on the phone and said she was moving out. They found her at her boyfriend's place. They beat him up in the street with a baton and kidnapped her. Her dad's best friend choked her until she passed out every time she screamed. "My dad didn't do anything about it." She ran away. The next time they saw each other, it was "Oh, hey, how's it going?" They never talked about it. That same year he stole her identity.

Now she dances. Clubs in Portland and Seattle, bachelor parties in Las Vegas. Cocaine keeps her awake at work. Xanax when she can't sleep. She got off fentanyl last November. The love of her life, the man she was with for 10 years, died a couple of years ago.

In the video below she talks about where she ended up.

How did she get to Skid Row? She lost her place and moved in with a friend there. She's been there a couple of months.

What has happened to her there? She was raped. She was kidnapped and held against her will for two nights and three days. A guy attacked her because she wouldn't spend money with him.

What has she seen? Her friend in a wheelchair got attacked and they pushed the wheelchair over. And one day a girl came running past her naked. She had just been raped. She didn't speak English. Rose tried to help her find clothes.

Is she worried she'll get stuck there? "No way." She says she's already looking into a detox. She just needs to replace her ID first.

Some people will say she chose the drugs and the clubs and walked onto Skid Row herself. Others will say that when your own father lets his friend choke you unconscious, there is no normal life waiting for you.

"I look just like him, act just like him, sound just like him."

Did Rose ever really have a chance with a father like that?

[UMORA @umorakk]

Roxanne, homeless in Kensington for 10 years, sells sex for dope. Tranq left open wounds all down her back. A client locked her in his car and punched her in the face 17 times. She broke the window and got out naked in winter. Her daughter, 21, wants to see her. Roxanne says no.

Roxanne is from Florida, Pennsylvania. She has a daughter. For the last 10 years she has lived on the streets of Kensington.

Tranq ate through her back. The wounds got so bad she stopped shooting and started smoking. "I don't shoot up. No way." She goes to wound care. The sores still itch all day.

To pay for it she sells sex, hustles and steals. "I'll do whatever I can."

In the video below she shows the open wounds on her back. Her eye is swollen from a fresh punch. A client did it.

Is that the worst one? No.

What was? A client locked her inside his car and punched her in the face about 17 times. The only way out was through his window. She broke it and crawled out.

Naked. In winter.

Does anyone help her? Her sister Barbara tries, but won't give her money. "She don't want to support my habit." Her mom is dead.

What happened to her cousin? He was 30. He went to rehab, and she heard the withdrawal hit him so hard "his eyes burst." He died there.

Does she ever sleep? Barely. She gets robbed at least three times a day. "As soon as I fall asleep." By addicts. By people she knows.

And her daughter? She's 21 now. Two jobs, her own apartment in Kentucky. She wants to reach out.

Roxanne won't let her. "I don't want her to see me like this."

Some people will say a mother should go to her daughter, wounds and all. Others will notice her daughter is the one thing Roxanne is still protecting.

Her advice to kids: don't even touch weed. "They're going to end up like me and everybody else here."

Is Roxanne protecting her daughter, or hiding from her?

[Noisy @noisyb0y1]

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[ami @ami10iv]

A stranger asked Riley for directions. Then he pulled her into his truck and tried to rape her. She fought back, so he hit her in the head with a pistol 6 or 7 times. Her skull cracked. She spent 5 days in a coma. Nobody came to visit. When she woke up, all she wanted was a hit.

Riley is 38. She was in the US Army for five years and did two tours. She's a nurse. For 17 years she was married and clean. A house with a white picket fence, front and back yards fenced in, three dogs, her kids, her granddaughter, cars, a job, money saved in the bank. "I had everything you could ask for."

The marriage was emotional torment. She broke, and she went straight back to crack. That was six or seven years ago. She's been on the streets of Baltimore ever since. "If I showed you pictures of who I used to be, you wouldn't even recognize me."

In the video below she talks about what happened two weeks ago.

What happened? A guy asked her for directions. He pulled her into his truck and tried to rape her. She put up a fight. You can see the stitches and the staples in her forehead.

How bad was it? She was on life support. A medically induced coma for five days, on a ventilator for five days. "When I first came to, all I wanted was a hit. Which is crazy, right?"

And now? She has a skull fracture. She's supposed to have surgery. She already has memory loss, and doctors say it could become permanent if she doesn't get it done. "And here I am smoking."

He hit her with the pistol six or seven times in the same spot on her skull. Detectives keep asking her who he is. She won't say. "You can't give out information like that. He got me. This is the way it is."

Three of her brothers are dead. When she woke up in the hospital, not a single person she knew came. "I'm useless and worthless. I'm an addict. I'm not a murderer. I need help."

Some people will say she had 17 clean years, a family and a career, and threw it all away for a pipe. Others will say a woman who wakes up from a coma alone and still craves a hit is not choosing anything anymore.

"This stuff has a hold on me."

What does it take for someone to wake up from a coma and go straight back to the pipe?

[UMORA @umorakk]

A man raped Heather on her birthday. Now she walks past him on Kensington every single day, then gets into strangers' cars for crack and fentanyl money. Cops won't help "people like me." She did 4 years for armed robbery. Her mom and fiancé just died. She sleeps on the sidewalk.

She's 30, from North Carolina. "What's your living status?" She points at the sidewalk. "You're looking at it." Where does she sleep? "Wherever my head lays. Sometimes I don't sleep."

She did four years for armed robbery. In prison she got her GED in four days and walked across the stage in a cap and gown. "I was actually pretty smart."

Crack and fentanyl now. She just got out of a 30-day rehab and she's already back. "I can't kick it. I'm trying."

In the video below Heather tells what this place has done to her.

What's the worst thing that's happened out here? She was raped on her birthday last year. Did she report it? "No, because they don't really do too much about that. People like me." Has she seen him since? "Every day."

How does she stay safe now? "It's always survival of the fittest out here. It doesn't matter if you carry a weapon or not, because a small person like me, they can always use it on me." Why not a shelter? "It's a pride thing."

How does she pay for it? "A couple hundred" a day. "I work. Working girl." How does she know it's not a cop? "They can't tell you a price." Does she think it should be legal? "We're not forcing anybody to do anything."

Her mom just passed away. Her fiancé just passed away. If she had three wishes? "I want to be a mom again." And to see her mom and her fiancé one more time.

Some people will say she made every choice that got her here. Others will say a woman who sees her rapist every day and has nowhere to go didn't choose much of anything.

"You can't judge me because I'm human. I'm somebody's daughter, mother, sister."

What would you say if you passed her on that corner?

[UMORA @umorakk]

A man raped Heather on her birthday. Now she walks past him on Kensington every single day, then gets into strangers' cars for crack and fentanyl money. Cops won't help "people like me." She did 4 years for armed robbery. Her mom and fiancé just died. She sleeps on the sidewalk.

She's 30, from North Carolina. "What's your living status?" She points at the sidewalk. "You're looking at it." Where does she sleep? "Wherever my head lays. Sometimes I don't sleep."

She did four years for armed robbery. In prison she got her GED in four days and walked across the stage in a cap and gown. "I was actually pretty smart."

Crack and fentanyl now. She just got out of a 30-day rehab and she's already back. "I can't kick it. I'm trying."

In the video below Heather tells what this place has done to her.

What's the worst thing that's happened out here? She was raped on her birthday last year. Did she report it? "No, because they don't really do too much about that. People like me." Has she seen him since? "Every day."

How does she stay safe now? "It's always survival of the fittest out here. It doesn't matter if you carry a weapon or not, because a small person like me, they can always use it on me." Why not a shelter? "It's a pride thing."

How does she pay for it? "A couple hundred" a day. "I work. Working girl." How does she know it's not a cop? "They can't tell you a price." Does she think it should be legal? "We're not forcing anybody to do anything."

Her mom just passed away. Her fiancé just passed away. If she had three wishes? "I want to be a mom again." And to see her mom and her fiancé one more time.

Some people will say she made every choice that got her here. Others will say a woman who sees her rapist every day and has nowhere to go didn't choose much of anything.

"You can't judge me because I'm human. I'm somebody's daughter, mother, sister."

What would you say if you passed her on that corner?

[VETRA @0X_Vetra]

Sharetha was 7½ months pregnant with twins. A knife at her neck woke her. The neighbor's son pulled her from bed by her hair. He and a friend raped her in turns. He cut her throat twice. Her baby kicked. She gurgled, twitched, played dead. The blade missed her jugular by a hair.

Her whole shirt was soaked in blood. She kept it up on the ground until she heard their footsteps running away.

That day she had turned in her college term paper, gone to work, and gone to Lamaze class with her mom. She was exhausted. She went to bed.

She felt pressure behind her in the bed. A hand under her neck. She thought she was dreaming. Then he pulled her head up by the roots of her hair and put the knife under her chin. "Get up."

He walked her downstairs into his mother's apartment. The door was already open. Another man was waiting. She knew the first one only by face. Some days he stood on the front porch when she came home.

They made her take off everything. Seven and a half months pregnant, naked in front of two strangers. They laid a blanket on the floor. When she begged him to stop, he told her to shut up or he'd kill her with the knife. When he finished, he called the other one in.

She was carrying twin girls. All she could think was that she would never see them.

When they let her into the bathroom, she pressed her fingerprints onto every wall she could reach. If she didn't make it, at least someone would know she had been in that apartment.

Then they told her to walk to her truck like she normally does. That's when she realized they'd been watching her. They'd been inside her apartment while she was gone.

In the video below Sharetha tells the rest of it herself.

Where did they take her? They drove her truck out, stopped, and told her she could go. "Take two steps that way." Did she? She ran the other way. "Catch that bitch!" He tackled her and she fell on her stomach. What did he want? "Move your hand so I can leave my mark." The first cut went straight across her throat. Her baby kicked on the left. Then he lifted her head and cut again, at an angle. How did she survive? She gasped, choked, made her body jerk and gurgled like it was her last breath, until she heard their footsteps running away. Then she looked down. Her whole shirt was blood. "Stay calm, get help." She climbed a fence, banged on a stranger's picture window and said: "My name is Sharetha, I'm seven and a half months pregnant, I've been raped, my throat is cut twice. Could you please call 911?"

The knife missed her jugular by a little. Within an hour police caught both men driving her truck. Zannsabar Johnson, who cut her throat, got 30 to 50 years. Curtis Jenkins got 25 to 50.

Some people will say playing dead was luck. Others will say a woman with her throat open, faking her own death to save two unborn girls, is the strongest thing they've ever heard.

Both her daughters are alive today.

Could you have stayed that calm?

[SITA @S1TA10]

Kristine's boyfriend slammed her head on the toilet rim and tried to drown her in it. Then he drove a 12-inch knife into her chest and left it there. While she pulled it out, he stabbed a second knife into her skull. She heard it grind bone. She pulled it out too. He just smiled.

She was a successful woman. Her family couldn't understand what she saw in Matt. She thought she could save him.

He cut her off from everyone. He didn't want her son around. He didn't want her sister around. He told her if she went to the police he'd be out in two or three days, and then he'd do what he promised: kill her, her son, her dog, and burn her house down.

The violence got so bad she asked her son's father to take him. Matt's family got him diagnosed as bipolar, put him on meds, and swore he was getting better.

Then came a gorgeous day of yard work. Kristine, Matt and his friend Chris. Matt wanted her dog to catch a little blue-belly lizard. She held the dog back. She wanted the lizard to live. So Matt took a shovel and cut its head off. He said it was funny.

That evening Matt and Chris went out and came back different. Chris was silent. Matt's face had changed. Chris got up and ran out the front door. He left her there, knowing.

In the video below Kristine tells what happened next.

Where did it start? He dragged her into the bathroom off the kitchen, punching her. Then? He ripped off the toilet seat and lid and started slamming her head on the inside rim. Her eyebrow split open. She saw her blood in the bowl. Then he tried to drown her. She locked her arms on the rim. "I am not going in this toilet." Then? Two strides to the kitchen counter, and back with a 12-inch knife. "He looked at me like a little bug he just squashed." He stabbed her in the chest and left the knife standing in her. While she was pulling it out, he grabbed a second one and drove it into the side of her head as hard as he could. "I could hear it. Like a grinding, like a bone and a knife." What did he do? Watched. With a little smile. Like, how are you going to get out of this one? She pulled the knife out of her own skull, dropped it, and ran. She was blood from head to toe, slipping on it all the way to the front door. Outside were a police officer and paramedics. He was still behind her, still holding a knife.

Four days in ICU. The neurologist told her the knife went into her temporal lobe, and that her sitting there talking was a miracle. Matt pleaded guilty to willful, deliberate attempted murder. Later she found out he'd been violent with other girlfriends too.

Some people will say the lizard was the last warning and she should have run that afternoon. Others will say nobody looks at a dead lizard and sees a knife in their own skull.

"He did not win."

What would you have done when Chris walked out that door?

[ami @ami10iv]

Jasmine heard a gun cock behind the door. One kick and it flew open. He put the gun to Fred's head and pulled the trigger. Two bullets for Kevin. Then 11 shots at Jasmine, 6 hit her. Her best friend ran into the bedroom. Two minutes of silence. Then one shot. Jasmine played dead.

Miranda was more like a sister to her. Miranda and Ron had kids together and an on and off custody deal. That weekend was his. She dropped by to help get the kids dressed, said she didn't want to go out with him, and they argued. He threw them out.

Then the calls started. He kept telling Miranda he was going to get at her. She asked Jasmine what that meant. Jasmine didn't know. She'd known Ron since she was 16. She never saw him as a killer.

That night they were at Miranda's place with two friends, Fred and Kevin. Around nine, a knock. Miranda looked through the peephole. It was Ron. "Be quiet, he'll go away." The knocks got harder. Jasmine asked if she could call the police. Miranda said no. If you call the police, he'll take my children.

He left. Five minutes later he was back at the door. Then Jasmine heard the gun cock.

In the video below Jasmine tells what happened inside that apartment.

What did he do when he got in? He stood there breathing hard. "He looked like a monster." Two steps toward Fred, gun to his head, trigger. Fred's eyes rolled back and he fell off the couch. Then two shots into Kevin. Kevin slumped over with a smile on his face, so Jasmine kept thinking he was alive.

Then he turned to her. He fired 11 times. Six hit her. The whole time Miranda was crying, pulling on his arm, begging. She couldn't stop him. She ran into the bedroom. He followed. A minute or two of quiet. Then "pow." "I knew she was dead."

What did Jasmine do? Hung her head and held her breath. On his way out he stepped on Fred's body. He didn't run. He walked down the stairs and sat in his car outside, and she knew if she moved, he'd see her and come back up. Blood was pouring out of her chest like a water fountain. When he finally drove away, she pressed her hands on her chest, crawled to the phone and called 911. All she could remember was the apartment number. She dropped the phone and lay there singing every church song she knew, so she wouldn't pass out.

One hollow point went into her face and slid down into her neck. Another hit right above her heart and didn't expand. If it had, she says, it would have blown her heart away.

Some people will say Miranda should have let her call the police the first time he knocked. Others will say a mother who's scared of losing her kids doesn't think that way.

"If she wouldn't have took off running, I probably would have died and she would have survived. I will always love her for that."

Would you have called the police anyway?

[Zyphor @Zyphorrl]

Kayla has been on life support 7 times. The last time she woke up while they were pushing the tube down her throat. Doctors told her next time she won't leave the hospital. She sold her body until she got raped one time too many. And she still comes back to Kensington for crack.

She's 35. Puerto Rican, raised in Northeast Philly. At 18 she tried Percocet. At 27 she couldn't find Percs anymore, so she switched to dope. She says she fought it for 10 years.

Five months ago she was on life support for the seventh time. During the intubation she woke up. That wasn't supposed to happen. The doctors at Temple told her if she didn't get clean and stay clean, she wouldn't make it out of the hospital again. They detoxed her and put her on a monthly shot. She says it's the first thing that ever worked.

She's off the dope now. Not off the crack. She used to smoke $200 a day. Now it's $30 to $40. The crack is cheaper in Kensington, so that's where she goes. She tests every bag with strips, because the crack down here has fentanyl in it too.

She won't touch the free samples the dealers hand out. "It's like taking a person and guinea pigging them in a laboratory." People live off those samples all day.

In the video below Kayla stands on Kensington Avenue and talks about what she's seen.

What's the craziest thing she's witnessed? People with the big tranq wounds. She watched someone take a needle and inject straight into a wound full of pus. "It's never going to heal."

How does she pay for it now? Friends, odd jobs. She used to prostitute. Why did she stop? She was raped a couple of times. The last time, for the first time in all her years down here, she felt afraid.

What does she want? To be there for her kids. For her grandma before she dies. For her mom. "My mom deserves it."

Some people will say seven times on life support should have been enough. Others will say she's still standing, and that's more than most people on that corner can say.

"He's gotten me out of life support seven times. I know I have a purpose."

Would you bet on her?

[UMORA @umorakk]

A gang of men grabbed Kar in a parking garage and stuffed her in the trunk of her own car. She got out. They threw acid in her face, shoved her back in and drove off. Half blind, she jumped from the moving car. Months later two women with a gun found her. Acid in her face again.

She was walking to her car in a parking garage a few levels down. A car full of guys was waiting. They looked at her and she knew.

She ran. One big guy punched her in the face. Then each of them grabbed a limb and carried her to her own car while she kicked, scratched and punched. Everything her mom taught her to do if anyone ever tried to take her.

In the dark trunk her flip phone fell open and lit it up. She found the trunk release and jumped out. They punched her again. Then the splash. It smelled like ammonia. It burned through her winter coat and her pants. She couldn't see. They took her phone and threw her back in. The only thing that saved her eyes was that she was crying so hard the tears washed the acid out.

Her mom was a Chicago cop for 14 years. She died in 2005. In that trunk Kar heard her voice.

She popped the trunk again and held it shut. She knew the ramp took exactly four turns. She counted. When she saw light, she jumped. She rolled into the car trailing behind. It slammed the brakes. The bumper stopped right above her head.

Nobody went to prison. No physical evidence. Police think she was targeted because of the man she was dating, who turned out to have a long record. They couldn't get to him, so they went after her.

In the video below she tells it straight into the camera.

Did she ever see them again? Months later, in her own lobby, the man who punched her walked in with two girls. She identified him. He was arrested for drugs, but nothing tied him to her. Was that the end? One night two women were waiting by her car. One pulled a gun and tried to get it through the window. Then the same splash, the same smell, the same burn. Her contact lens almost melted onto her eye. Who were they? The same two girls from the lobby.

Some people will say she should have run the second she saw that car full of guys. Others will say she did everything right and it still happened twice.

"Once you're burned, you suddenly have a new identity."

Would you have made it out of that trunk?

[SITA @S1TA10]

Kristina is 39, weighs 80 pounds and still shoots dope into an arm that's already paralyzed. The infection is in her bones and blood. A tumor in her brain she's too scared to cut out. She begged the ER for help. Security just dragged her out sobbing: "You did this to yourself."

"I hope I don't look too scary right now." That's the first thing she says to the camera.

She used to have it together. Making $2,000 to $5,000 a week as a stripper, bartender and waitress in Atlantic City. She was on her way to nursing school when her SUV flipped three or four times. Then the brain tumor diagnosis. Then the pills. Then Kensington.

Her boyfriend cheated and left. The new one smokes crack, steals from her and just got locked up.

She points at her neck. "See the scars?" She woke up with an abscess there. Three surgeries to drain it. Her hand has a bone and blood infection. Her arm barely moves. She still injects into it, because it's "pretty much paralyzed" anyway.

In the video below she shows what the dope did to her body.

Did the hospital help? Frankford Jefferson told her she did this to herself and had security drag her out. Did anyone protect her? They robbed her disability check 3 times this month. Someone is ordering Ubers on her card right now. Does she want out? "It's like I'm under a spell. Like the poppies in the Wizard of Oz."

Some people will say she chose the needle, so the hospital owed her nothing. Others will say a 36 kg woman with a bone infection shouldn't be thrown out of an ER for any reason.

She has seen her mom once in over 20 years.

Who should've caught her before she fell this far?

[UMORA @umorakk]

In 1989 Anthony Sowell hog-tied Melvette and raped her. The hospital sent her home in a gown, walking the street with her butt hanging out. He did 15 years. Nobody told her he got out. Four years later police found 11 women's bodies in his house. "If they had listened to me..."

Cleveland. She was tied up for hours, not knowing if she'd live or die.

The police took her to the hospital. Rape kit. A hospital gown. No clothes, nobody to call. So she walked down East Cleveland half naked, hours after being hog-tied.

"They knew what the man did to me. And I was left to fend for myself."

Sowell told police he was paying her for sex. He pleaded guilty and still swore he was innocent. In prison he filled out a questionnaire. One prompt read "Most women..." He wrote: "just tell lies."

He served every day of his 15 years. He came out in 2005 a model prisoner.

Melvette heard it through the grapevine. She called the police herself and asked why nobody warned her. The officer said: "He's done his time for what he did to you, so there was no reason to notify you."

She didn't leave her house for years.

He did.

In the video below she says what she's been saying for 30 years.

What happened next? In 2009 police walked into his house on Imperial Avenue. 11 women. In the house and buried in the yard. Who were they? Mostly poor women addicted to crack. Women nobody went looking for. What did he get? The death penalty. He died in prison before they could carry it out.

Some people will say the system did its job: he served his full sentence. Others will say 11 women are dead because nobody listened to one.

"If they had listened to me and took into consideration what this man was capable of, women would still be alive to this day."

Who should answer for those 11?

[UMORA @umorakk]

In 1989 Anthony Sowell hog-tied Melvette and raped her. The hospital sent her home in a gown, walking the street with her butt hanging out. He did 15 years. Nobody told her he got out. Four years later police found 11 women's bodies in his house. "If they had listened to me..."

Cleveland. She was tied up for hours, not knowing if she'd live or die.

The police took her to the hospital. Rape kit. A hospital gown. No clothes, nobody to call. So she walked down East Cleveland half naked, hours after being hog-tied.

"They knew what the man did to me. And I was left to fend for myself."

Sowell told police he was paying her for sex. He pleaded guilty and still swore he was innocent. In prison he filled out a questionnaire. One prompt read "Most women..." He wrote: "just tell lies."

He served every day of his 15 years. He came out in 2005 a model prisoner.

Melvette heard it through the grapevine. She called the police herself and asked why nobody warned her. The officer said: "He's done his time for what he did to you, so there was no reason to notify you."

She didn't leave her house for years.

He did.

In the video below she says what she's been saying for 30 years.

What happened next? In 2009 police walked into his house on Imperial Avenue. 11 women. In the house and buried in the yard. Who were they? Mostly poor women addicted to crack. Women nobody went looking for. What did he get? The death penalty. He died in prison before they could carry it out.

Some people will say the system did its job: he served his full sentence. Others will say 11 women are dead because nobody listened to one.

"If they had listened to me and took into consideration what this man was capable of, women would still be alive to this day."

Who should answer for those 11?

[UMORA @umorakk]

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An LA madam called "Hollywood" runs 20 girls on c*caine. For 10 years they've done whatever she says, and she swears any of them will sleep with a stranger the moment she snaps her fingers.

Her hero? Griselda Blanco. The queen of c*caine.

She recruits new ones in nightclubs wearing a $6,500 mink. And she also takes $1,000 just for bringing four girls to one client.

She doesn't call herself a prostitute. "I'm a hustler," she says. "A smart prostitute should be able to sell more than her body." And she doesn't call herself a pimp either. "A woman can never be a pimp. That's a man's role." Her word is madam. Her own description: "I have Heidi Fleiss potential."

Her girls have been with her for over 10 years. She says she could bring one into the room right now, tell her to take care of the interviewer, and she would do it on the spot. "You think I'ma bring somebody to make me look stupid?"

Business hours are strict: nine to five. She never brings the girls home and never takes them to a normal restaurant. Recruiting happens in the clubs. She walks in, doesn't spend a dollar, and makes everyone believe she has a crowd of girls and money behind her. "When I'm in the club, they're gonna be looking where I'm at."

White girls, she says, are the hardest to reel in. For them you have to walk in wearing a mink coat and let them see how the men treat you. Her mink cost $6,500.

What does she look for in a girl? Someone who likes the work and loves money. Dr*gs are not a problem. "You really like the Colombian sugar, I'll give you that. You want this, you want that, you get all that." The only rule: the goal is the bread.

And when asked who she looked up to, she doesn't hesitate. Griselda Blanco. The Colombian c*caine queen who was a prostitute and an abuse victim before she became one of the most feared women in dr*g history. "A lot of men respect her."

[UMORA @umorakk]

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Solo got into a car with a regular-looking client. Wedding ring, car seat in the back. He pressed a rag to her face. She woke up chained to a floor behind metal walls. For 3 days he raped her and called her his "bride." Then he washed her with a sponge: "It'll all be over soon."

She's been working the streets of Skid Row for 14, 15 years. Smoking crack. Homeless. She reads men for a living. She says she can tell in a minute when to jump out of a car.

This one she didn't see coming.

He was Mexican, average, polite. She was smoking a cigarette, looking out the window, and saw his hand coming. Then nothing.

She woke up in a long, dark place. Metal walls. A pallet and a cooler. Mouth taped. The pants he put on her had a buckle chained to something on the floor, so she couldn't even roll over.

"You'd make a great wife. You're my bride to be." If she shook her head, he hit her. Hours of sweet talk, then: "You cheated on me, bitch." She had never seen him before in her life.

Then he told her his sister was a prostitute too. And that she got killed.

On the last day he came back with a bowl and a sponge. "It's been a good marriage. But I gotta let you go." He put the rag over her face again.

She was sure that was the end.

In the video below she tells it with a black eye, 2 days out of the hospital.

Did she die? No. A jogger in West LA found her on the sidewalk, naked from the waist down, blood under her head.
Did she call the cops? No. "It most of the time don't work out in our favor."
Who helped her? A CVS worker who gave her a pair of sweatpants.

Some people will say that's the risk of the job she chose.
Others will say nobody chooses to be chained to a floor for 3 days.

She laughed through half the interview. "At least I lived."

How do you laugh after that?

[UMORA @umorakk]

Solo got into a car with a regular-looking client. Wedding ring, car seat in the back. He pressed a rag to her face. She woke up chained to a floor behind metal walls. For 3 days he raped her and called her his "bride." Then he washed her with a sponge: "It'll all be over soon."

She's been working the streets of Skid Row for 14, 15 years. Smoking crack. Homeless. She reads men for a living. She says she can tell in a minute when to jump out of a car.

This one she didn't see coming.

He was Mexican, average, polite. She was smoking a cigarette, looking out the window, and saw his hand coming. Then nothing.

She woke up in a long, dark place. Metal walls. A pallet and a cooler. Mouth taped. The pants he put on her had a buckle chained to something on the floor, so she couldn't even roll over.

"You'd make a great wife. You're my bride to be." If she shook her head, he hit her. Hours of sweet talk, then: "You cheated on me, bitch." She had never seen him before in her life.

Then he told her his sister was a prostitute too. And that she got killed.

On the last day he came back with a bowl and a sponge. "It's been a good marriage. But I gotta let you go." He put the rag over her face again.

She was sure that was the end.

In the video below she tells it with a black eye, 2 days out of the hospital.

Did she die? No. A jogger in West LA found her on the sidewalk, naked from the waist down, blood under her head.
Did she call the cops? No. "It most of the time don't work out in our favor."
Who helped her? A CVS worker who gave her a pair of sweatpants.

Some people will say that's the risk of the job she chose.
Others will say nobody chooses to be chained to a floor for 3 days.

She laughed through half the interview. "At least I lived."

How do you laugh after that?