Can we talk about something else?

Can we talk about something else?

Hello! Hello. I have a lot of respect for sex work, especially the stuff that's been going on in and around Long Island for the last decade and a half.

The Gilgo 4 case was big news.

Missing Craigslist escorts, Petit, and in the early 20s, discovered in Burlap Sacks alongside a desolate section of Ocean Parkway, out in New York's Babylon, the killer or killers, had likely driven along the parkway at night, dumping

the burlap body bags into the brambles at intervals that measured little less than a quarter

mile of each other.

A neat row at Gilgo.

Girls always go missing in this line of work,

but a line such as the one that soon extended to include a total of 10 murdered out along the ocean parkway including an unidentified and likely trans-Asian sex worker along with a toddler caught up in this mess meant that a serial killer

had been operating in Long Island for quite some time and maybe had others

dumping in his dumping ground.

He had been operating, literally.

Some of the bodies, him and these others, I assume, had been operating literally. Some of the bodies had been

decapitated,

decapitated, arms cut off, wrapped partially,

some of these bodies were in surgical mats,

there was torture, and strangulationulation signs of captivity with the victims.

But back to sex work, to put on your hard hat every night and get out there, knowing you easily could become another victim, is sad. It shows how

desperate some of these girls are, but I have to respect it. If I'd been a pretty young

woman in my early 20s, I'd like to think that I'd have had the balls

or the tits to get out there, hustle, make a good living for a few years, get ahead, so to speak speak but for the girls out there who knew that Lisk was

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