The $20 Girl: Through My Hazel Eyes

What do you do when sex is freely done in front of you? Five years later, Im standing in the cold night of the streets, praying for a car to stop and give me $20 for more booze, more speed, more warmth. The drugs came first though. Hiding in a corner, watching Mamma-san slap and hold down girls as young as ten to shoot them up with drugs so they wouldnt scream when raped seven times a night for the greedy pimps. I hid in fear, and being the only non-Asian whore, I hooked up with wife beater...