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The news won’t tell you but I will.  They are young and pretty with gold teeth in their mouths, which speak foreign languages.  But their prettiness fades daily as they deal a slow death to the same fiends and new faces searching for what they have lost.

Everyday you can find them on one corner or another, blocks away from the Federal, State, and City buildings.  Homeland Security spends Wednesdays at the Farmers’ Market watching public employees buy eggplants while crack is smoked down the street in front of the Post Office and heroin is shot in the bus stop across from building that houses the Federal Courts.

These ladies have mea that circle them like satellites.  These men aren’t pimps, what do you call the mangers of lady crack dealers?

These ladies are probably under 30 with a handfull of rocks in their mouths.  If you did not know, the rocks are covered in a small circle of plastic wrap and twisted tight like a piece of hard candy. Rock candy. The dealers carry these wrapped rocks in their mouths, so if the they get questioned by the police, they swallow and shit the evidence later.

They shit rocks, the fiends smoke them.  And the plastic wrappers blow in the wind.  Most don’t know what their original purpose was.  There is no way to look away in the Tenderloin, it surrounds you.