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Meat Market

Meat Market They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’ Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick ‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’ Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below ‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’ Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power 03rd June 2019

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Date: 7/3/2019 1:44:00 PM
Though provoking piece Kai, I've been to Amsterdam and seen the girls/boys and 'ladyboys' plying their trade - what a dangerous way to earn a living:-( hugs jan xx
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Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 7/3/2019 2:38:00 PM
I am originally from Hamburg and lived not that far away from the infamous Reeperbahn. At least in Hamburg and Amsterdam there are health checks and surveillance ...

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