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I seen one, once, near da docks—skinny gal, eyes like empty vodka bottles, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last breath. Made me mad, ya know? Not at her, nah, at da world! Why she gotta sell herself? “It’s need, not want,” dat’s what I reckon, and it punches me gut. Lightbulb! Did ya know, back in old Russia, dey had secret brothels for da nobles? Tzar’s boys sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, payin’ gold for a quick tumble—history’s dirty lil secret, eh?

Human Trafficking In The Lake Area

At the present time, wherever two or three clubwomen are gathered together the chief topic of conversation is 'soldiers and vampires.

Honestly, Moss-Bluff (us) is a splash of chaos with a heart of velvet. Every street corner tells a story—some sweet, some bitter, all unforgettable. And remember, kid, like that movie: "I finally understood that it isn't always important to show your feelings." But here? It sure is—and you'll see it everywhere if you let those streets talk.

Moss Bluff bicyclist killed in late-night collision