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I was watching when the police came to bust the place. There they were in the early hours of the morning lurking about in the bushes on the planted areas at the back of my house. The thought crossed my mind that if I was a mate of that lot over there I’d have been in a position to phone them and tip them off that the cops had their house surrounded. Since I wasn’t a mate it was a case of ‘see if I care’ and I watched the scene unfolding before me thinking it was better than TV. The big guy dressed like Robocop took the red ‘wacker’ and put their door in. They all ran in there like an episode of The Bill or something, yelling “Police. Stay where you are.” I laughed at the thought that she would be naked in bed with her druggie husband ant the girls would be catching some ZZZZZZZZZ’s since they’d been working until the early hours. The brothel was being raided at last.
Nobody came out screaming and no guys were caught with their pants down, unfortunately. A bit more drama would have been nice, but there you go! Skinny and his bleached blonde bimbo who’d never heard of a root touch-up were being taken in for questioning and were going quietly, likely hoping that none of their well-heeled neighbours would notice and that they could sneak back to business as usual.
By afternoon they were back and it was business as usual except the police kept the Russian and the Chinese ones. I didn’t see them coming back so figured it was trafficking. Then it hit the headlines in the Clarion CHINESE MAFIA DRUG DEN BUSTED and I thought ‘how funny’ since skinny and the bimbo were about third or fourth generation British of Chinese origin and there were only two Chinese prostitutes working in the house. The rest were mainly local white females apart from the Russian and three Polish. The paper said that the trafficked ones had been duped into going there by phoney adverts that skinny placed in their local papers. Who’d have thought he’d the intelligence for that? The paper said that the girls were taken to a specialist care unit for victims of crime. I guess that means the trafficked ones would be counselled about their experiences.
What would they have felt like, coming here thinking they were going to work as nannies or maids and finding out that they had to sell themselves for a living. The lady who manages the charity shop on the precinct near here told me that skinny brought the girls there to get a few tarty outfits and warm coats and that he stood guard over them so as they wouldn’t tell her much. Slaves. That’s all they were, and what do you do about it apart from phone Crimestoppers and leave a few anonymous calls to try to get them some help? The women deserved a better life. So I watched and waited for the bust and there it was. The rest of the neighbours turned a blind eye to the reality of what was going on over there, moaned about the amount of cars coming and going to the house and the parking problems, but did nothing about it all. That’s people for you! Somebody had to do something about it.
The trouble is skinny is still there and he will be trying to find out who grassed him up!
hone them and tip them off that the cops had their house surrounded. Since I wasn’t a mate it was a case of ‘see if I care’ and I watched the scene unfolding before me thinking it was better than TV. The big guy dressed like Robocop took the red ‘wacker’ and put their door in. They all ran in there like an episode of The Bill or something, yelling “Police. Stay where you are.” I laughed at the thought that she would be naked in bed with her druggie husband ant the girls would be catching some ZZZZZZZZZ’s since they’d been working until the early hours. The brothel was being raided at last.
Nobody came out screaming and no guys were caught with their pants down, unfortunately. A bit more drama would have been nice, but there you go! Skinny and his bleached blonde bimbo who’d never heard of a root touch-up were being taken in for questioning and were going quietly, likely hoping that none of their well-heeled neighbours would notice and that they could sneak back to business as usual.
By afternoon they were back and it was business as usual except the police kept the Russian and the Chinese ones. I didn’t see them coming back so figured it was trafficking. Then it hit the headlines in the Clarion CHINESE MAFIA DRUG DEN BUSTED and I thought ‘how funny’ since skinny and the bimbo were about third or fourth generation British of Chinese origin and there were only two Chinese prostitutes working in the house. The rest were mainly local white females apart from the Russian and three Polish. The paper said that the trafficked ones had been duped into going there by phoney adverts that skinny placed in their local papers. Who’d have thought he’d the intelligence for that? The paper said that the girls were taken to a specialist care unit for victims of crime. I guess that means the trafficked ones would be counselled about their experiences.
What would they have felt like, coming here thinking they were going to work as nannies or maids and finding out that they had to sell themselves for a living. The lady who manages the charity shop on the precinct near here told me that skinny brought the girls there to get a few tarty outfits and warm coats and that he stood guard over them so as they wouldn’t tell her much. Slaves. That’s all they were, and what do you do about it apart from phone Crimestoppers and leave a few anonymous calls to try to get them some help? The women deserved a better life. So I watched and waited for the bust and there it was. The rest of the neighbours turned a blind eye to the reality of what was going on over there, moaned about the amount of cars coming and going to the house and the parking problems, but did nothing about it all. That’s people for you! Somebody had to do something about it.
The trouble is skinny is still there and he will be trying to find out who grassed him up!
