The apartment was adjoined at the hip to the subway. Every time the subway went by the building shook. It was either Queens or Yonkers New York where we watched; looking down from the tall building to the streets below. We were staying only for a few days while the bands where in town. At dusk, the produce stores closed and locked up, pulling down their metal roller type garage doors. Later, the limousines drove up. The tall mannequin looking young women and the old gray-haired men were stepping out; the sounds of disco, a terrible kind, blared below. It was the luck of being young and beautiful. It was of being old and foolish… with loads of dough. We watched and listened until the sun came up.
~ Excerpt from The Seminary of Praying Mantis: A Punkalullaby: In New York by Hudley Flipside
Canoga Park, West Hills and Woodland Hills have something interesting going on. On every block you see them. Three types of businesses are booming here. Psychics, tobacco stores and massage parlors. They are on the increase. These cities are up to something that I have not figured out yet. It feels like the kind of wheeling & dealing that smells fraudulent.
The tobacco stores are not so strange. In fact, most of them look manly and are rather attractive. The psychics are not so bad. They are growing in number. If they are not doing so well with their crystal balls, you can always see their boats, trailers, and expensive appliances for sale. The massage parlors seem more sinister.
These places are not legally run by a chiropractor or homeopathic doctor because these types of doctors are licensed practitioners. When you open the door to the sound of a jingling bell at these local massage parlors whom do you think you will see?
We need to legalize prostitution. I say this to protect the women who are working at these places. I am focusing on the possibility that we are ignorantly supporting human trafficking at any zip code.
If we are not going to be honest about these places and legalize prostitution, then we should close them down.
I understand men have their needs. I am not talking about their need to get a carrot massage or table shower. (whatever the hell that is?) I am asking these customers to think about who is stroking their carrots? Is it some young foreign woman who speaks extraordinarily little English with high heels? Human Trafficking is most likely the truth here. A mother, a daughter, a sister … yes.