Zara Palermo Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

How we got here: the story of the Palermo protocol on trafficking

'Once a whore always a whore, who do you think will care?' – that's what their exploiters told them. And that is precisely what happened. Even if they went to.

Got some erratic moments. I recall one day, I was counseling a sis near River Bend, near the cracked sidewalk on Hanover. She laughed and bawled at the same time. Intense, ya feel me? That juxtaposition – beauty and pain – reminds me of that movie’s eerie vibe. “You're not alone,” kinda whispers the wind.

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