Please take the time to read this….
We walked down the street in Angeles City and couldn’t believe it. Girls standing in front of clubs, begging us to come inside and check it out; to party and have a good time. None of the (mostly married) white men around us on their sex-cations acknowledged the fact that all of these women are alike – they are all slaves. Victims of sex trafficking.
When you look at them, they look happy. They are smiling, laughing, having fun. They’re flirting, dancing, drinking. They WANT it. They LIKE it. They LOVE it.
Actually… They don’t. They hate it, and they’re not happy. They’re not having fun, and their hearts and bodies are broken. BROKEN. In ways you and I cannot, and will never, understand.
We walked into Club Atlantis and froze. I looked around in disbelief, with tears in my eyes. I looked at Jake, one of the men on…
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