Two days ago, Dove and her pet yeti were shopping at a Target in Southeast Portland at about 1:55 PM. Looking for a blood pressure cuff, we had the option of staying for another 15 minutes while it was taken out of back stock. We opted to leave, as I had only two hours of good daylight to insulate Dog Soldier’s shed. There were two armed and armored private security at the door, with a marked vehicle. The lead on the detail, probably also a local cop, was really up tight and would not make eye contact with me on the way out. About 2:20 Border Patrol shot up a Latino/Latina on that lot.
The local and state politicians were in an uproar about federal police shooting “locals,” who were illegally in the country and were wanted for human trafficking. The woman was the pimp, or bawd, in old wise, her husband merely her muscle. The photos show an incredibly hard set of faces, especially considering they were in their twenties. The shooting was big news, cause for social justice debate. The business of these two gangsters was of no interest—the local Karens and Cucks looked away.
Dove once had a shoulder cramp and felt lucky to notice that the massage parlor next to her regular bar was open at night. She knocked on the door, and an Asian female voice on a speaker, told her that she did not work on women. I then began pointing out to her every one of these converted houses, small 4 room affairs, with the same exact signage, bars on the windows. After Covid hit, these places began to pop up in strip malls. Where I sit and writ now, in Southeast Portland, there are 12 such places within a 40 minute walk that I know of. That is 12 in a 2 mile radius. We have noticed the same density of massage parlors in other areas. That extrapolates to 40 or 50 places. Open 24 hours, working your bitches in 8 to 12 hour shifts, you need at least two, and probably four girls. Let’s say three. That is a minimum of 150 sex slaves, locked behind these barred windows and doors, in Portland. That is just low end truck trade, $40 for a hand job and $80 for intercourse.
Just like the Asian and Latino slaves that work on the illegal weed grows in California, the grows that the state buys from before licensed growers, these women DO NOT EXIST on paper. You can kill them, and as long as there is no witness or body, there is no legal punishment.
Such girls are run by women. While staying in a cheap California Motel, a mature 40 year old Chinese beauty, with three twenty year old women, all in white business dresses, invited me into their room, which had one bed. These are single room with a bath rentals. I am no dummy. I was being invited as a training dummy for this woman to instruct her girls in how to pleasure older American men. I wanted to accept. But I know these girls are not free and were being coerced to have sex with beastly me.
In Baltimore, I used to walk by a whore house, where the girls were locked in, and sent out to work from the Hyatt Regency downtown. One Russian beauty asked me to rescue her form it during a blizzard. I saw the two women that ran it, and noted, over 7 years, that the cop across the street never went on patrol, that he was always parked on over watch. That hard-faced bitch that took the same bus as I and went there, her pitiless lines were present in the face of this Latina pimp on the news this morning. The local police, who are usually involved in such slave dealing in return for free pussy, were complaining on the news. Dove asked, “But they are human traffickers, and people are not concerned about their victims, just them?”
I said, “Customers are concerned. It is a tragedy. We already have a hundred and fifty skinny Chinese bitches in town. If these Venezuelan gangsters are moving shapely Colombian bitches into massage parlors, that would make the local truck drivers very happy.”
I have reported in the past, in 2017, of interrupting the abduction of a young beauty. I did nothing, no hero in my soul. I have seen two women and a child, moved for sale on trains in 2018 and 2021. I did nothing. Amtrak cops have two priorities: stop train bombings and stop slave drivers. The videos at the station explain that a young woman who does not speak English, traveling with a middle-aged woman who is bilingual and holds the tickets, should be reported. In 2020 in Havre, Montana a squad or Border Patrol men boarded looking for slave girls and their soul-drivers. In 2022, at a strip club, I met a Kyshatria pimp from India who was impressed by me as a reliable man, as I was pulling security for my host, who likes to dance with the girls in the aisle. Knowing I was from out of town, and discovering that I traveled constantly, he tried to recruit me as a fixer for the girls he moved into the country via San Francisco, across the country via Denver, and thence to Chicago and New York. Older men and middle-aged women are who a soul-driver needs to herd his bitches. Young men will get stupid around young beauties. This dude was a savage; neck and hand tattoos in Sanskrit, who was definitely going to confront me with a dead body at some point. I toasted him and said I was busy coaching, that the girls would be bad for my fighter’s discipline. It was my discipline I was worried about.
Rule one is get the bitch to a country where she does not speak the language and does not exist in a database and has no family. The girl I saw getting nabbed, and Nikkie, who barely escaped an abduction in 2017, and the girl I watched being walked by her boyfriend in tears to a black van full of black dudes to pay a drug debt in Middle River Park on Eastern Boulevard in, I think 2016, on the other side of the 7-11 from where the little beauty was about to be bagged by the two giant Nigerians on Monday Night, December 11, 2017, at about midnight, those girls are being taken out of the English Speaking World.
On the seven occasions I was in position to help such women, I declined. The only act I can claim as a moral fiber, is that I do not look away. Most of us look away. That is now. How many records of these slave girls have never been made? They are just missing persons or runaways. How will any of their stories make it down the ages to be marked in the pages of some history book? Think about the odds. How many of the roughly two million a year girls sold worldwide for pleasure slaves will make it into the human record?
Now consider, the thousands of accounts of enslaved individuals, entire towns, entire races, that some high school dropout has uncovered from his weird reading list, that are documented in the 22 book of the Plantation America Project, and in other ancient history books. At least the ancients were honest; Sophocles, Aristotle, Caesar, they looked at a slave and named it a slave. We look at a slave and name her a whore, a masseuse, a drug addict, runaway, etc. we call her anything but what she is. We even insist, as a social axiom, that prostitution is the “oldest profession.” Yet it is not, cannot be. For the slave-dealer, the soul-driver, [1] he must exist before a young woman who could have been a mother, is used to satisfy the lust of a lonely stranger. The revolts of Boudicca and Wat Tyler were fought over such treatment of women. Today, we have no such burden, for we are prevented by our social filters from seeing a slave box, a 24 by 14 foot building with bars and posters on the windows, for the slave pen it is. Our sympathy, as worshippers of money, is with the pimp.
With our very language, we look away, and even deny that the oldest occupation of Civilization, slave-driving, exists.
Notes
-1. Temple prostitutes were pimped out by priests and priestesses. Religion, after all, is designed to compel us to kneel before our betters.
-2. My Books that deal most with female and child slavery are So Her Master May Have Her Again, Advent America, Orphan Nation and Undertaken.
