Crib Prostitutes. Next Enticement and the Exotic Try to imagine what it would be like to be caged in a 12 by 14 cargo crate fully exposed to the bone chilling west-coast dampness, day in and day out. A half dozen crates of imprisoned souls line the outside of the main brothel.
That is where I started, as a crib prostitute; the lowest of prostitution ranks. Not only did I have survive in a box, we had to provide service there too. I would rather not imagine if my visitors pretended that I am not caged like an animal in order to achieve a moment of ecstasy. Crib prostitutes are beat the most because they are equivalent to slaves.
The more we are beat the less men we attract, and so the cycle continues until our death. The trick is to be emotionally deadened , to be able to flash a flirtatious smile while hunger and pain are ravaging your body. Every I see a ship dock I feel ill. Victoria has become a point of entrance for labourers and prostitutes on their way into interior BC. The fresh imported pleasure merchandise in Victoria must be making a lot of poor families back in China rich. The sex-slave trade is the result of a shortage of women but it is also a transplanted Chinese custom.
It is not considered an evil of society in the way that the Evangelists here in Victoria believe it to be.
