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July 9, 2010

It's all about the music. Really.

They walk around the streets of Miami dressed in black, turnin tricks, throwing condom wrappers around, and wearing Indian feathers in their hair. And they are proud! They don’t need bling when they walk the streets… they are bling! The condoms-as-jewelry are a nice touch, also. In an industry founded on "keepin' it real"€ Blac is considered too real.

"They tell me I'm too damn hard,"€ she says. "What the fuck I'm 'posed to be, a piece of cotton?"€ She says she was born in 1965 in Tennessee, where she lived with no running water and no bed. Childhood sexual abuse led to decades spent as a sex worker before Blac finally quit turning tricks to open a legitimate business called Precious Treats. It's an ice-cream and hamburger shop, named for her dead sister, in the Dallas projects. But even when she was prostituting and living the dope-fiend street life recounted in her music, she was using the proceeds to help friends and neighbors, and especially their kids. "Bitch, consider me akin to Mother Teresa. I have took care of families and families off working this pussy," she says. "I hustle for these kids, or else they end up in the pen, or dead, or wrapped up in this bullshit." -- Memphis Blac And Smokahontas Jones Got Dat Work

Posted by Vanderleun at July 9, 2010 7:49 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Oh, Lord. Where to start?

I've heard of musicians whoring themselves, so... I guess this was inevitable somehow.

Posted by: rickl at July 9, 2010 10:53 PM

The decline of a society. What more proof do we need?

Posted by: Cilla Mitchell, Galveston Texas at July 10, 2010 1:40 AM

Go to her burger joint. Try the special sauce. I dare ya.

Posted by: Blastineau at July 10, 2010 9:54 AM

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