Human sex trafficking and the traffickers 

By Alice West:  A true story

A crime that needs to be solved and brought to justice. 

Prostitution willingly or unwilling, Human sex trafficking, Rape in many forms has always been heard of, shown on TV, the streets along in many other places. No one!! Could not ever really imagine being drugged and all the three above, unwillingly and unknowledgeable,  this happens to you in your sleep. In the worse way imaginable! Sessions, of brutal gang rape. Consisting of 15 men every time you sleep, no matter where you sleep. Someone will be paid to allow these predators in or these predators will invade. The home will be invaded to get to, the victim. The victims are viewed live online through each session of these brutal rapes.  The victims' life, has been and are being viewed live online, on a website. The victims' life is being invaded, isolated, and stolen. A tracker has been placed as to someone is acceptable to know your every move while being followed and watched where ever you go.  I would have never imagined this to happen to anyone I know, you never imagine this to happen to you. That is what I'm going through and how I'm living right now. For some reason, the victim's hair gets cut for some type of spell to be performed  Perry Wallace The unregistered sex a fender was the first man I saw put a price on my head, sold me, Stole, My phone, Put the videos on my phone first, returned the phone but placed a tracker on it then had it put on in his name under the sprint phone company. my daughter's phone was connected to sprint and she was with the boost phone company. He deleted the videos in that phone but they can still be pulled back up. My phone was missing for months and the girl Balinda had it that lived upstairs.  Perry placed my phone back in my home after buying him and Belinda a new phone but hacked and tracked mine. Balinda peoples live at 59 east Penn street.  He stole screenshots of all Identification, Erika, and mines. Erika is my daughter. He applied both for all pandemic funding and the ones on the third floor of 59 east Penn helped. Perry has formed a team now. Through the phone, Perry stole had access to my email and all social media accounts. He had access to my cash app, and other cards. The people on the third floor were taking all my mail, I could not use that address again. I used a church address for my mail, The first person I saw actually sell me. The one who let people, men, and women. into rape my daughter and me as they all still fly free. 

This is a truly strange but truthful story taking place now.  In the lives of others as well now.  You will hear every event throughout every chapter.   We all, need your help to figure this out and bring it to justice. 

Many think trafficking only comes in one form, the traffickers taking the child or women. It may be so and just takes a process of some type. Little as we know Trafficking happens in more than one form.  It also happens right in the home. Placed into slavery after a home invasion or a boyfriend,  family member, friend, or your husband that you allowed into your home. One you thought you could trust. Sometimes with your knowledge but often it's done without your knowledge in a neighborhood you live in but not from. You have no clue you were targeted. Walking around thinking all is well, but many are watching you that has no good intentions. Their intentions are to plot, prey, stalk to destroy you, your children, and grandchildren all for the love of money and a sick fantasy'. Some don't realize they are victims of trafficking. I have learned the traffickers have no age boundaries as long as they can get paid and the buyers get to live out every sick fantasy. 

 Women and children are sold, some without knowledge walking around outside unaware among us. I was one of them until I found out, so are my girls but clueless about it, many don't know. They have no clue about the brutal attacks they indoor in their sleep. Many think trafficking is always taken place by child abduction but no one is really aware of the brutal rapes that take place in many homes, where ever you fall asleep. Depending on the age many would say it's prostitution, we call it gang bang raping but the victim doesn't know. what is it called when you go out to somewhere like a corner store, friends take you to the movies, or somewhere simple. as a visit to their home and a sale begin. Men start to walk by, all watching you and you think they like you or your drawing much attention. Naw that's not the case. 

Those are your buyers and you are being sold. They secretly wait till the right time, that perfect moment to attack. You never know you under attack .   If you don't know your body you are lost and clueless.  The real shocker is to know how many are involved. People you, one respected, police, investigators, lawyers, doctors and nurses, and some judges. A little bit of anybody and some of everybody. All the above can be your trafficker or buyer. You can be sold to many different people without knowing and you never know who will want to take you out of the country to another. Traffickers isolate you from all friends and family anyone who cares or likes you. Leaving you with no one to talk to or run to. They will tell any type of lie to make sure all rise against you , betray you and even hate you. These are tactics that are used so if you go missing no one will know or care, not even miss you. Your life is not the same anymore.  You must find strength from God, keep the faith and pray you  make it out alive.  No matter what I go through I keep my faith with God, for I know I am a child of God.  
 

This story that I share is very much real, and from the eyes, heart, soul, and mind of a victim.  Each moment timed and dated with true pictures from real events. I'm going into this story blow by blow as it really happened, leaving nothing out. People are so unaware of what goes on in the world, some don't care while others pretend not to know or see. Mind your business until it happens to you, that's bullshit. I stopped a police officer from killing a boy with his jeep and I wouldn't mind my damn business. The boy had no drugs on him, he had nothing and had just come out of the store, police pulled up on him so he tried to run. They brought him back to the jeep searched him, put him up against the wall got in his JEEP, lined his jeep up to hit that boy. If I had mined my business that boy that's a man today would be dead. I yelled STOP !! The officer stopped and got out looking dead at me. He threatened me and I really didn't give a fuck, that boy's life was saved. The officer would have had to kill us both. I would not have kept silent on that. So how the hell do you, anyone mind their business knowing babies, children and women are being brutally raped by many men a  night for money that many not even doing right with the money.. Their thoughts: I'm having my best get high days, my best pimp days without owning a damn house, or business that's legal. Driving their best car knowing they can't really afford anything they have. How do you hurt the women. The only way you made money in this life is to disrespect what gave birth to man. But I won't stop unless you're dead or in jail. Never giving life a chance because you found a easy way and  say I'm on top now knowing it could be my granddaughter, my child, my sister or my aunt maybe friend but you continue and you stay silent and help. Meanwhile, women and children are getting killed, snatched, and brutally raped in their own damn homes. This is a case where they say a woman is not safe in the world. I don't care what type of job one may have or what title they may hold, you can never tell who is who when in dark places.  They are all human at the end of every day, with flaws and sick fetishes like many that give a damn about no one deep inside. 

I strongly believe the men in our day and age in the state we live in are men that's also deeply hurt without a soul but them knowing. My heart goes out to our men and women we have truly lost our way. Men don't know how to be men so use to following. many may get mad but if you know when you're doing things dead wrong and you don't have the will to stop, most don't even like what they are doing but down with the crew. That's not a man, A boy who was never taught and never took any time to realize women are more to the earth than sex, that should have been the last thought and for trafficking, abuse in any way, to watch any form of abuse would not have been heard of.  

   They said money is the root of all evil and it was never a lie.                              To even think about it hurts soul-deep on three counts. 1-the many women that have been suffering through this for years, the taken ones, the countless amount out there. If only stories could be told, cries could be heard or if someone just listened beforehand, paid attention, and helped.  2- The fact of knowing what's happened to my family and me and what I go through in thought just hoping it all just go away. No police no people doing 20 to 30 years in jail, some that may never come home again.  3- What is wrong with our people.  How sick in the mind have we become? 

   I gonna give this story raw with no cutouts, every brutal act is real and I won't curve my tongue at angered moments. I don't today, tomorrow or any other day fear these people as many will be mad once reading and find their ass in it.  I see as if you had not bothered me I would have not known a name or have anything to write about, think about, pay attention to, listen too or being aware of.  I damn sure would not be worried about being sold, drugged, and raped in my home every night by groups of different men. How can one be mad because I want to save my children and myself? I must ask what the hell would they do.  I can't and I won't just lay down, I was not raised that way.     Fight till it's no more life to fight with and remember God is in control when lose or draw I might think but know for sure God has the last say in this all. I'm a strong believer in what makes you sing will make you hum, what makes you smile will make you cry, what goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around and my favorite what's done in the dark always comes to light. 

 The last thing I ever want to think about was myself and others are being drugged in while sleep before the brutal rapes began.  A moment viewed online for entertainment. To know people take shifts watching you all day. your every move and listen to your every word.  What you text while they read. As they read right now watch right now. Yes, they put cameras in your home with auto sound, and get this we are not supposed to know. On;y ones that don't know are the ones that don't listen to a sound, the ones that don't pay attention to what others say. People tend to tell on themselves.  They bold to do the crime but soon as one talks about these bitches get to bitching. I don't understand stuff tony, where is the problem?? Females hang on the man's dick, best cheer rah until the ride to jail come about then it's whole different stories. females all talk hard but once the bars close and she is there without that man or men that listened to her shit talking ass, trust it's a whole different story. 

   Although they were fine when the other party, the victims are being tortured in each brutal session. This type of session goes on for hours even days or until your body gives up and your heart can't be jumped anymore from CPR that is performed during the attacks. watching scared out their mind and wondering if or not the same goes on with them once sleep. You just never know what happens when you sleep, a man will tell you anything but the truth.  Anything and because he is man females listen, anything to stay in grace, anything to keep smiling in a men faces.  I call it can't see past the dick, real talk. 

   Everything that I say here people wait to see what I write but silly as people. I hope they know before you write it in a book where you know all is reading. You allow this to be the last book that you write for yourself. All already know my story. I have for books and told the story to many. What did they think I would do.  if anything happens to me all know just where to go. direct addresses and names with pictures along with license plates.  How would one know no investigation isn't taken place right now.  They are the real clueless.  As threats ring out from 5749 Wister street  Philadelphia pa front apartment.  I don't care about a predator,  no one told you to take that job.  
 

Right here in the city of Philadelphia where women and children are being sold and brought by unknown predators. Many of these women have no clue that this is happening to them. I am a victim/ survivor. My life is still at risk and all of my children are in danger, many women and children are in danger here. 

We have been hacked through our social media, email, and cell phones, connected to all dating sites and dating services from a secret website. Our pictures are stolen from social pages used to make fake pages then all mean to send a friend request. I have found several pages of me where I logged on from my cell phone and a page disguised as my own appeared but as I strolled, checked all the friend requests, and went to my profile I realized that was not my page. I tried to delete them but was unable to delete them all. Through the camera, on your cell phone and even if one tries to block the camera it's no good. You are secretly logged in to a group like a video chat with your camera on widescreen zoomed in.  Along with your blue tooth, location, body sensor, activity log, and history that are permanently left on without your permission.  When you go outside you're being watched and have no clue. When you turn your cell phone off then turn it back on most don't pay attention to the screen. Pay attention to the small camera bill appear and disappear. If you're quick with noticing you can screenshot it, as I did, you have only seconds before You are being viewed live every hour of each day as long as you have your phone on. It's a link that comes from your email or other sites as such. I do not know the correct name for it but it's a way you can log into a chat from your email or tracker to track someone. Zoom in close enough and see what the person is saying, the location, and see who they are with, wearing, and more and it's live. They can speak and hear you this had to be the only way to see when you're asleep. Once asleep a rag is placed over the face and a drug is injected in the mouth than you are brutally raped, abused, and beat at night once sleep. This can take place every time you take a nap  After the home has been invaded it's not safe to eat no open food, drink no leftover juice, sugar, cream for coffee liquid or dry. You must now be aware of your friends when leaving the table with your food unattended because it's a strong HTC oil that only takes a few drips to do the trick  

 Waters being offered or any kinda plastic container can make you an easy mark after consuming it.  You will not know anything except unexplained pain in your body, the crown of your head hurts as well as other parts of your head.  Check your body every time you wake up. Look for signs like lines around your arms and legs, underarms, and legs. Handprints, footprints, bite marks, and any bruises on your body. This is what most women don't do or pay attention to.  Drag marks on the back, marks on knees and elbows, and check the heals of the feet along with the top of the bottom of your toes maybe are red or swelled.  Rings around your neck and head making dark marks that can be also found on the face and forehead like fingerprints and heavy dark marks indicating your head was being held down.  Lines under your lip or and a line near the side of your lip where something was stuck in your mouth. handprints on your chest and you may feel short of breath when you go out for a walk from being brought back to life after your heart has stopped. CPR has been performed by a nurse or nurses. noise clogged and eyes may be discolored and throat feels either sore or opened extra-wide after sitting out a thick glob out the back of your throat as you feel like you were choking. ankles, wrist, and hands may hurt, underarms back and front, neck and lower back where you may think you have developed back trouble or may find hairballs around on the floors. Black marks on walls, chairs, and doors. fingerprints!  strange spots that weren't there before. 

 If you have carpet as I did check for footprints, that's how I found out and started taking notes.  Look for drag marks on the carpet, footprints on your bed, and pillows. Check sheets and blankets for spots. Check wash clothes and towels before using them. Look for prints of a finger or a man's private being wiped off, tissue or paper towels. These people wear gloves so there will often be no direct prints to catch just the marks of the gloves. 

 Gloves pick up dirt. If I was never told I would have never known and it took place for a year and some time. So please don't think it's not happening to you unless you have checked for all signs even to waking up wet in the face for older women, it's not a damn night sweat, and for young parents who think their child has wet the bed or wet the bed while sleeping in your bed, that may not be the case. 

 Look for dark marks on the top of your feet and ankles along with the lower legs. Pain in the hips and legs, feelings like you have been punched, dropped, or kicked around. These are many signs to look for on you and your friends and children.  Look at your face to see if you have some swelling around the eyes on the side or if your face is swelled from lack of oxygen. Check for a line on the inner cheek of your mouth as if you were chewing on it, you weren't!  check your teeth if you in need of dental care, check for shaving of the teeth or missing teeth in the back and the sides and if you have developed a cracked tooth on the back. 

 You may have dreams of being in the dark fighting off someone, it's not a dream they operate in the dark with black clothing. You may remember different events some of you not knowing where you are, strange things around you, or many men that you can see the faces of then wake up in your bed. That was not a dream!! If your child is having nightmares and screams in her sleep constantly but unable to speak clearly at a young age, listen to what she screams about and get up.   Some buyers don't want you they want your child as young as 15 months.  

These are the wealthy men that can afford to pay 30.000 for babies and 20,000 for a young virgin, the younger they are the more they cost. women go for 400 and up depending on their status.  

 Some mothers or children have been taken out of the home and returned before morning.  babies have been left in the home alone and may wake in the middle of the night to find mom gone but mom is later returned once all is clear or mom is stable.  Mom wakes from her sleep unaware.  Women and children may be placed outside the home for two reasons. The child is still in the home or the parent depending on how small the place is.   

 Mom can be drugged to sleep while the child is outside being gang-raped for hours during the show that is taken place outside for a live view on the web and public view of that area when all neighbors are sleep except for the ones involved.  

  Your needs are monitored and filled by the wrong people. Every blessing is not always a blessing from God, it's not a blessing at all.  

• Today is { Jan. 27, 2021, 5:32 pm}

A sale was just made. The motorcycles just came to the block.  One by one road through each repeated a certain amount of numbers as they revved their bikes. from one end to the next. each indicated one had floor 3, with how many and how much.  Next had floor 2 and so on. They communicate with Morse code.  After the third bike, all left, and the sale begins. Many cars come by as one sits with its car lights on near the location. I guess that is the verification. I don't know how they will get in with everything locked down but I do know my daughters and I were on the market for sale and was sold for tonight.

Jan. 28, 2021                   9:27 am 

I'm awake, and I know I was raped throughout the wee hours of the morning.  My daughter won't speak about it but her hair has been snatched out. Does she know? Is she being forced to open the door?  This is most important to find out.  Signs show proof she was up but why would she delete that footage out of the camera when she doesn't any other time. Is I think she's being set up? From what I know about these people, they are excellent with set stages.

  These types of people play many games to pass the buck off them. I don't think Erika knows. She shakes me if she here's the slightest sound.  She never had sex on her own so I don't think she will know if she is raped. May just think her body is going through something. I was tampered with in the backside. They were very large and wide. My hole is opened wide, my throat is sore, the inside of my jar is bruised and fingerprints are on each side of my cheeks along with a line that's going in my mouth as if someone injected something in my mouth. My hair was pulled and the ponytail I had on the top is now over to the side. Hand printed are on my butt, arms and wrists have lines to show they were tied together. My daughter's face on the right side is swelled like she was hit.  She is being forced to do unspeakable things that I have Only a clue of. I can only pray that one day she's able to tell and talk about it. I can't imagine what she is going through or tell her story. She asks the questions if you could describe your life what would you say? No one wants to have that conversation with her and I could only answer it's gonna change this is not gonna be your life. She asked what age would you want to go back to? I know she wants to go back to the year before this all started. She speaks out loud though to herself but loud enough for me to hear,  She Stated “ I'm gonna need some help!” When you ask her does she want to go and speak to someone like the police? She freezes up out of fear? I'm working hard to try and find someone fast she can go to. Someone safe to speak with. From what I'm seeing it's not wise to leave her alone in no room alone with no one to talk until this is out in the open. 

   I have seen the strangest take place and anyone can threaten her while I'm out of the room thinking it's a safe conversation. All are hiding the fact that my daughter is being abused and raped. No one will do a full physical, I know she is being raped 100 % sure that all females have been raped including the babies. 

   I had to spit up a thick glob of slime out my throat. Yesterday the same but worse, my whole body was hurt. Motors ring out now as another sale is about to start. 

I even left my panties moist from piss hoping that would turn them off but no they don't care how stink you are.  I wonder if they wash us off before they start. How the hell are they selling dirty pussy and who is buying it nasty like that?? 

I have been here for a week and some days and every night but one I have been raped and I know my daughter has as well and my grandson was here and someone played with his little pecker as well. He didn't want us to wash it or his ass.  But all try to tell me nothing is wrong. Stay out and watch all windows and doors all night, watch where the men go all night, and many women. give all addresses a polygraph test but must ask pacific questions.  pardon me but my ass hurt like a lot of me was in there, I haven't had sex since sex had me, I'm talking about months so no way should I be feeling like I had sex. 

 Many women don't know nor pay attention to their bodies. Just because I don't cry about it doesn't mean I don't know mine. The only thing I don't know is the buyers and every single one involved but I do know how to pull the truth out of many that will lead to all.  Certain questions need asking to sum this up. I have the questions and many to question. Starting with Perry Wallace!  William River, wife and partner Jean., Latrice Howard, and Partner Oz.  Harvey Colines and Tyrik Woods. with David Maurice Lowe. John Witherspoon. Louis Brian, April Balinda, Yevette Hardland that I have to make sure the last name is correct, Donna Chapman and Frank Chapman. Many other names will be added. Brian, 

  Woman and a man on the second floor of 1304 Harrison street. three doors down from 1304. Two houses on the back block behind 1304. 

Feb. 6, 2021                   6:08pm 

My behind feels so wide open and I'm not having sex.  my hair is being pulled for what sick reason. I found Erika woke again alone and looked like she had been crying. I wish she would speak. I think I know someone that will make her speak out freely. I don't want to force her but I refuse to keep getting rapped in my sleep and treated like a rag doll dragged around for one's sick pleasure and the others to feed their pocket. I was told I a fended someone, well what the hell my kids do? Nothing and neither did I. They just want prostitutes and to traffic kids and babies. Their only real reasons!!! So my daughters and I have to get rapped every night. Fuck outta here!!! I will write the world and I have private books to send to all law enforcement. I finally got through to the FBI. I'm taking every step I can think of to stop this mess. My book looks tampered with and I know they are reading it. I'm 100 they are reading. I don't give a fuck no more about what they read do or say.  Family and friends are getting hurt snd killed behind this. Funny but not funny at all, everyone had a heart arrack. Tinny, my mother and James, and kelly got beat and left for dead for someone to find on the street. I know what I'm saying is dead ass correct. I just heard a man say from next door or downstairs that Kelly not taking over his property. speaking about my daughters and myself. What they all fail to believe and understand is we are no one's fucking property.  They got this game all wrong and they sound very crazy thinking they have human property. I now have just about enough to go back to police my damn self. This is gonna come to a speedy halt in Jesus' name. I don't know who sold us but five men are on that cutting board. Then come Perry and his crew.  It's time to get some understanding with these men. If I get touched again or just think my daughters are being touched I promise I won't stop telling everyone. I'm going to the white house if I have to, all the way to the governor's office and all in between.   

No way in hell are these women with the knowledge or without is not becoming anyone's property for sale. Who the fuck wants to be rapped in they sleep every damn night just so a fucked up pitiful man can make money.  If a polygraph is given I have all the right questions to ask these nut ass men and women. some females aren't females they are pure bitches dumb bitches at that. Do they really know what happens when they sleep? Fuck no they don't. I didn't know for a long time until I was told so how the hell does any woman know anything. They so dumb and silly for a dick, all tey is not me, not my man he loves me. Dumb bitch yes your man too in my Eddid Murfy voice and yes bitch you too in my own damn voice. 

 Check out how rich these men are getting with they broke ass job they got. check all bank accounts , cash app, net spends and they family and girls accounts. see who by gloves that don't own no stores or nothing using gloves, check for large amounts being brought. black in blue or white. See how many got nice cars. Go to all car lots and find out who brought the most expensive cars and when was they brought.  check out the cash in these men pockets and the women. I'm gonna put all on blast on every social media net work I can find to post on. All is gonna know about this .  

I think back to the first time I had ever been followed.  Trying to put all parts together not knowing where nothing fits.  I lived at 552 West Huntingdon street  Philadelphia Pa 19140. I moved there in 2001 with my four girls. A house of women. I was fine I thought for years.  I met a man very much younger but was very special to me.  I had just finished buying all the nice furniture 23 to 30 thousand but I made payments that took time. I got took to court and put out over it. that's another story. I let the younger man move in after time. Long story short his name was Maurice Williams. He had become my daughter's Godfather before moving in. All the girls liked him but one and I was never told why but as I sit back and think, wondering what did he do to my baby, my oldest daughter. Not one word was spoken as years passed by. In 2009, Aug, I decided to help him out because he was broke. All I asked back for was the money I put out no more no less. Well, he was gonna burn me out of my money. I took everything, The biggest mistake of my life I think.  That was food money and rent that now I can't get back.  Times got hard and I got desperate so I tried to sell that stuff myself.  The count was so messed up, it was only 230.00 left to make, I made 120 by selling it to two friends who I know used it. they both didn't have money so I did credit most times and didn't know you're supposed to get back double.  One didn't want to pay back so I was told she told on me. I learned she told the police but no she told the guy named Meatball who owned the blocks, How in the hell was to know that. I threw the rest on the back of the refrigerator. 

  within the next two weeks, a man and two ladies were at my door,  I had no clue what they wanted.  They gave no indication they wanted any trouble at first but a gut feeling would not allow me to go out. I invited one lady in because the other hid in the car, the only way I realized she was there is when the car door opened you seen her.  The male asked if he stood at the end of the car would I come out to speak with them and she didn't want to come in. I figured I missed something because when I looked back at my girls all had weapons.   

The police road by and the one in the car said come on yall let's go but the woman yelled out we will be back. We were on our way out any way to visit my mother and sister. We stayed for two days, my sister a  close friend, and I went back for food. My sister was scared aster she looked out the window and saw a crowd gathering out front the across at the bus stop. I was not worried but I was driving so I got them out and back safely.  We stayed a few more days till all wanted to go home so we left.  

AS I write this story I get angry each day I wake up knowing my daughter was touched and scared to say a word., I don't know if she sleeps or woke but from the camera, you hear her sister wake her up.  the sisters are getting paid 1500 a day for having us rapped. today is Jan. 17, 2021, 10:05 am. nowhere is safe for us, no people we know. All are sick and I only pray my daughters were threatened into this because if not and it's for the money, I will disown them and watch them rot in jail.  I will raise the kids. I really don't understand the fear when they see me fighting this alone. Why join the team of the enemy based on lies. how the hell do you believe anything a person tells you about your own damn mother to make you allow these things to happen to her, and your little sister. All three girls know about this. when I snap about no one says anything in their own defense.  They are making my daughter do a lot and saying it's for something I did wrong. when the truth is they are trying to snatch my daughter. They are trafficking my daughter and it has nothing to do with me. It was about Erika the whole damn time  I was told that Perry a know unregistered sex a fender was plotting on my daughter. I don't know the real reason Perry went to jail. but it's time to find his old parole officer  Mr. James. the one that told me Perry was after my child.  I can't go in to blow for blow on what they doing to Erika but for 1500, 100 per man you tell me. And how the fuck do sisters allow it to happen, fuck a threat and I own no one nothing so how.  Do they have any clue when all go to jail they do too…

All the charters that are spoke on in this book are real. Addresses are real, places are really where this took place and the photos are real.  This is a true story taking place now.  Until you read a book wrote by me of the closed ending of the trafficking, A NEW DAY.  it's still taking place.  They call us survivors but we are not, we are traffickers free to roam but as long as all can see us and know our location.  We live in danger, sleep in danger and every day we walk out the door we walk in danger. 

  Every day I wake up hurt and I wonder now where does Kareema take my daughter, so she allows one to beat my daughter's ass in front of her. Kareema was her favorite sister, one she trusted. I trust no one now,  this book will explain why.   NO one until this is over, everyone wants the money and doesn't care about who they hurt.  Kareema is now our trafficker and able to spend so much of her extra money as she calls it that she found on her card from Wells Fargo Bank.  They are setting my daughters up to have them locked up with all the rest then plans to kill my daughters in jail.  I really can't be mad at my girls until I find out what was said to them or what type of fear was placed upon them.  A trafficker will lie and say anything to get their way. Now it makes sense to how Perry lie, you never got the truth out of him, never. I don't care if you caught him, he still gonna lie. I guess he been doing this for so long that lying comes so easy when you're left with nothing deep inside but lies.  I was choked last night, but by what dick or a hand.  My neck and throat hurt, knees hurt and arms hurt like I was lifted under my arms and pinned down. My hands seem to have been squeezed together, they hurt so bad. Hips and legs, I feel like I was beaten badly in my sleep, for some reason I remember falling back in bed but not clear if I was thrown back.  I found marks under my arm handprints on the left arm like I was dragged. U will understand later in the story. 

 Going back to the day I noticed I was being followed. Thinking about a time when I heard a man yell, I owe them a paycheck. Even if they think I owe them anything for 230.00 I should have been paid in full the first night. You would think every 500 they make off me equal out to only 50 cents a night in the world.   Well Food was very short and my play brother Dave Maurice Lowe came over, I remember clearly because we both were broke.  I told my brother what I had done as I always tell him everything. He said sis you sitting here hungry and you have that left. I told him how I was scared to sell and about this dark cloud that came over my home during the time I tried. I knew selling drugs was not for me.  I gave David the rest !! He went out and brought me back 60.00. I brought food the next day and had no more thoughts about it. 

 I notice later about a month later I was being followed everywhere.  These same people showed up no matter where I went.  A dark short bald lady who even followed my girls.  A man tall and dark skinny thin guy.  One of the girl's names was mooch, a very tall girl and big as hell.  She hung with Meatball family Aunts Baby and Necee the sister from 9th n Huntingdon street. Philadelphia Pa, 19140 friends from 2002 Sept,  I never really had a fuss or fight with them or Meatball and I would be shocked to know this comes from him. The only thing that makes me think so is the people knocking at the door and the fact the only man I could find to date lived in that hood around that block, past that.  They were all cool with me, I brought my weed of them. Yes, I use to smoke like a Navajo Indian. Weed was my best friend and I always had it, always shared, and stayed high. 

 Weed didn't have the same effect on me as others, it was like a cigarette to me. Now I had been complaining to the housing authority about moving me because I was being followed around and to the police. To the point a cop said he gonna check on me every night and day. He knows I sit outside alone or with my friend Nelda from next door, she was crazy as hell but fun. The whole family believed in some kinda shit where they worshiped the devil. I didn't like that about them. I told Nelda to pray to God and she responded by saying God won't hear me, nor will he answer my cries. I was too done!!!! I told her God will answer her if she confesses her sins to him and asks for forgiveness. She said God will never forgive her for the things she has done. She no longer believed in God. This conversation backed me away from her. She took me to the house that does the same work as them and her mother, 

I witnessed her take a pig's tongue placing a pin in it with a picture and placing it inside of a box to throw in the river for silence. I never got to see who was in the picture she put inside the box. I went in the basement one day and in the corner was so much vodo stuff. Dolls and black snakes and I can't say if the snakes were real or not. The mother also put a figure in the window of a lady and five kids around her, sitting near the side of our window... Birds flew over our home in a circle, like 50 to 100 birds. All I could think of was someone is being rooted and that someone was me and my family.  This was a time I was doing well for myself. Money was flowing heavy and I was happy although haters sat harshly preying on my downfall.  I week later Rats came into my kitchen only and the supervisor from rat patrol said I was rooted. He went next door and pulled out four buckets of rat feed that poured around my home for rats to come in.  2008 Oct,  That year my nephew John West had come to visit and I heard he robbed Meatball for over 160,000. Don't know how true that is but I don't put it past him. He robbed his sister and brothers of a large amount of money the reason we had a fallout. It was also told to me that the house I lived in had money in the kitchen walls and I refused to let a soul rip my damn walls apart to find nothing. No one could prove that story was true so no one got into the walls but housing staff after I moved. It was no longer my business to know what was there or wasn't.  I didn't own it and want no part in that because it belongs to someone.  I wonder if I was framed for having whatever was in the wall.  I just know someone from meatball squad said I owe a paycheck. 

  I moved a week later and was given a smaller house where I was supposed to get bigger or the same size, instead, I was down-sized. No one said anything but all told me it was wrong. Then housing came at me for buying all my furniture.  I was fed up and took off to Florida because I had only moved around the corner not far from where I was first being followed. It started all over and I had enough. I took myself off welfare and out of PHA to live a free life I thought. Life was forever downhill from that point. All my furniture was stolen and we lifted with what we had on our back. I was also getting away from a man named Van. I thought this man was the nicest and cutest man ever in the world but turns out he was the biggest lying, controlling, the monster I had ever known. Everything I thought we had was fake, a whole relationship based on nothing but lies.  He had women and was getting married so what the hell did he want with me?  He had the nerve to think I wanted him for a trophy, yes I was excited to be with him and I was happy but that soon changed. I'm my own trophy created by God, in my eyes, Van was just a man who could fail you at any time. Van bragged about his material things and was no more than a self-righteous show-off who thought he was better than all. He had it going on but what he had didn't make or break me because again he is just a man that likes to judge others. He thought gifts and money would control me and spoke about my world lol offered 500 a week but I played dumb cause I don't need it now and didn't then need his money. I only wanted that fool, something no man realizes about me. I tried to remain friends but I fuck up too much and I don't need anyone judging me. Van spooked me and Van is the one that showed me how you can go on google and pull up someone, zoom in to the person and hear, see everything including location. He gave me a phone I know was a tracker as well. He started basically telling me everything I was doing in the course of a day. I ran fast from him.  My three friends at the time were Kiki, Willard, and Ishmael a Spanish guy.  Will had a business put together that was awesome and taught me well how to start my own. Ishmael helped me word it for a proposal to get a grant. Will and I fell out after I moved to Florida and back because I didn't want to hang around his girl who was stilling from him, then Will tried to burn me out of the money for a leather coat. The coat was 200 that I charged, Will, he never paid me my money for it. Then he calls himself loaning me 200. 

   The way I see it one way or the other I'm getting mines back. I have kids who be needing shit. I didn't care who you were or about your title in the street, right is right, and wrong is wrong. I need mines and will be just damn wrong year around 2010.  No matter what David Lowe was always around from the beginning to about 7 months ago.  He came to Florida with us for a visit on still street, my second time moving down there. David had known and got to know every person I was ever around. When I think back Dave had become my greatest hater but still came around fronting like we were best peoples. If I didn't know any better I would think he was being paid to be around me.  To this day I'm sure of it now. When I first came back from Florida, I stayed with my Lil sisters Shonda and Kiesha. Shonda first then Kisha.

From Kisha's house, I meet a man named Darryl Gordon. Who rented me a house to live in. A very kind man, funny as hell. pals: 1:51 pm Jan. 17, 2021, as I go out to smoke a cigarette I see trucks where I have never seen them. They are coming in closer for better views of me and my girls I take it. On Wister street Phila., pa 19138. I took pictures of them. n them in almost a whole year of being at my daughters' house, where these trucks are parked all over and two cars two grey trucks, a black one, and a white car.  I still have to keep up with each event while I write as well. Darryl allowed me to pick the rent I want to pay. He gave three prices 200, 300 or 400. I was getting 1,400 so I gave him 400 a month. The deal was also we had to clean the house. Well I have never seen anything like what I had to clean before in a house but Kareema and I got the job done. House was spotless and Darryl was shocked stating that the house was not cleaned in over 23 years. lol, I believe him.  We were fine till Bus is who they call Darryl thought he was a caveman that could knock a bitch in the head and carry her away for his own. I was not with that and fort all the way.  I gave in after getting to know Bus but to only find out he was a dog with many young girls and had a wife. 

   Here comes Dave. I was hanging with my best friend Jamain, how could I forget him but not my friend now. I suppose. Jamaine called Bus a big teddy bear and he was with a big roar but he never heard a woman my size roar back at him and stand ground. I lost my lease and asked for another Bus didn't give another instead he moved in saying he rented us two rooms. Things took a turn. Long story short Bus told me I was a team player first and I didn't know it.  The bus also stayed in the front room of our room. The freezer broke downstairs so he had to put our food in his room in the freezer. Well, how the hell he go out and lock up all the food. I was very hot-headed at the time so I kicked the door in. While fixing the door I discovered a hole behind the dresser after I moved it to fix the door.  The hole leads right to our bed.       

   I put my hand in something that looked like spit and I thought it was until Bus said: “that I did not spit”. I snapped out and that war got real. I found my lease and hid Bus removed from the home, Keeping it 100, and brought up on charges for a gun. He came back to remove all his belongings out of the home witch he allowed us to use. Bus was wrong so why should I have to suffer because he mad.  Bus always told me men move in silence, never tell what you gonna do. Well my response was first I'm a woman and I'm loud and gonna do what I'm gonna do to one after I tell them first. They know they did wrong so why be silent about hitting back.  I have never been silent about hitting one the hell back. Hits come in many forms physically, mentally, and emotionally. One can get two hits and I can walk away but three, shit I have not ever been afraid of anything but God. I'm hitting back, hell I'm fighting back if you force my hand.  I'm ok in all fights because I'm a very strong-minded, small woman with a good heart at that. They never see, believe, or think I could do one the way I do. They don't realize they took the first hit or they forget but I only come when one calls me by name as I say. When you hit me, you called me out and by name.  Bus went to jail, got left out of the house, lost the house, borrowed 5,000 from a long shark, that he had to pay back 10,000, and lost my friendship. I don't stay mad long but after I hit back it's no going back to even be friends although we talked and he said he forgives me. He realized he was wrong. what did he expect me to do knowing he was watching and jerking off over my daughters and me while watching through a hole in the wall. before I left Bus ish was coming to visit. He wanted me to go over jersey with him for a reading. He paid for the reading but the guy read me instead, a setup. maybe but naw the guy told me this was coming. He never lied, all he said was true. he gave us bottles of clear liquid in gallon jugs. Told us to pour them on us at night, half one night and half the next. Ish stated he had gone to this man before to make me come back to Philadelphia and stay. I strongly believe that because I have trouble staying out of Philly. I never used mines and the second day Ish came to the door which he had never done before all dressed up with his kids in the back seat of his car asking me am I ready. He was mad as hell to have learned I never used that stuff. You see how people do you. come to find out I was supposed to be the first woman and he was supposed to be the first man I laid eyes on. We were supposed to join as one. I didn't like  Ish enough to marry.  Our friendship went south. wow Dave WAs there that day too. Funny now that I think back Dave didn't know Bus like that but one-day Jamaine and I was working together and we passed Bus house. The bus came to the door screaming  

Verne your brother is in here. I was mad at Bus at the time but I went back and who was in Bus house but Dave and a group of men. Dave even back then kept putting me on pictures.  Idk let us go on we gonna see. 

   I stayed with my old friend Kev. Here comes Dave!!! till I moved back to Florida. where Dave came to visit. He was not my friend, my brother, or nothing good to be near anymore from what I was seeing. I watch everything and listen to every word that causes people to talk but say shit they think passed your head or you missed it. I don't miss shit. This is why I can go back to the important times where this could have started. Go back to where I could have first been set up and remember the snakes that may have been around me.   He gave me weed that almost took my life. The hospital asked where I got it from but I didn't want to get Dave in trouble so I stuck to the guns saying I had nothing. I had passed out and was dying on my steps, funny feeling the same way as now that I know what's going on.  Was he trafficking me the whole time as well? you see how this goes back.  I put him out down Florida and we haven't been the same since. 

I once again came back to Philly because Erika's dad took me to court for custody of Erika. I sold everything I had to get back home only to learn he wanted nothing but visitations that he could have got over the summer break. He had visited for one year and now Erika wants nothing to do with him.  

My girlfriend Karen was with riding for me the whole time I thought.  Learned she was nothing more than a snake waiting patiently to attack. I trusted her and told her everything. When we came back up from Florida she was supposed to be selling this house to me, rent to own. A house she stole from under her own damn kids. I gave the house back by dropping my lawyer and not fighting it. I took Erika and stayed with Doug's mom people I had known from the SouthWest area. I was going with her son who she called the devil. I was very sick and she healed me. It was like God sent me to her for her to lay hands on me. She did just that taking out of me and three months later she died from the same illness I had. You do the math.  I got away from her son because she never lied he was as close to the devil as one I could have gotten to meet.

I ran into an old friend I called sister that lived next door on 6 n Huntingdon street.  Wonda Massonett., I had been close to her for over 10 years. Look how long people will prey on you waiting for the right moment. She seemed different from the rest but really was a bit prejudice and it showed at times. But she was cool with me and I believe anyone can change. She called me saying she felt I was in trouble and I was, I had nowhere to stay, I was one who always kept my own. This felt strange and very weird that I couldn't pull shit together no matter how hard I tried. I understood something or someone was messing with me, deeper than anything I could ever imagine. I took Wanda apt and she moved out. I really can't say she set me up but one won't know. She did say don't talk to anyone. I should have listened.  I stayed in my apt for two years and some time. In July 2016 I notice my computer said bypass word. Never paid any attention.  I started smelling men in the home and no one was there at this time but Erika and I. Foods started going missing and I couldn't pen point shit.  I started telling my neighbor Helga about it. I lived at 217 w Ashdale street. Philadelphia pa 19120.   basement two bedrooms apt.   It's now Dec. 23, 2016. Erika went to visit her dad for the Christmas break. Around 11:30 pm I want to take pictures for my Facebook page to show each year how I aged.   I found pictures in my computer of men standing around our bed jerking off. I can't tell if we are in the bed or not. I don't even know if we were home when that took place. One sat on the dresser near the door with a big knife in hand.  One on the other end leaning on the bed, one in the closet and one held my computer taking pictures of it all. . I couldn't make out this picture at first so I sent it to my son-in-law who called me back at 4:50 in the am saying MOM look you don't see the men in the pictures.  I began to cry because I had been saying this for a while. I had been feeling someone in the room hug me, kiss me in my damn sleep I didn't want to think I was tripping or crazy. I felt touched and violated. I can't say because I don't know what happened to me, I was asleep. 

 I know I was touched these days but not back then at first. Even if I would have never thought this was going on.        

  Jean was the owner and often I witnessed rent being paid with food stamps from Moya but not sure on sex from Moya because Jean did say I respect myself by paying cash with nothing extra.  and sex from Wanda. I felt strange being there. The old next-door neighbor I now felt rooted to a basement apt underneath them. I never needed these people for a damn thing, Wanda helped and I was thankful.  So how the fuck do the rest of any of them feel as though they did anything for me. I stood on my own two and never asked any of them for shit. What foolish boat are they on?  I may have asked, Moya for a cigarette until I went to the store and gave a pack back. That family is now known to be a group of damn liars.  I wish they can come to tell me to my face what any of them did for me even when I lived next door. I'll set that damn record straight.  That's why I'm putting it in the book so they can read. Copy on me.  Wanda was the only one and that seems like a damn setup. They always tried to rob me. Out my food stamps and over a dog I paid for in full.  Yes, copy on me, as I circle the page before I give it to them. Liz and Nelda were my bitches, I love them to death, Mom was Shaky but I loved that lady, the rest never really showed love only fake shit so they got some shit in return, I don't do fake well. Gonna tell one how I feel rather they like it or not. 

Jean came to see the pictures and changed the locks, then spoke with the police.  I learned the maintenance man had all keysJean never gave him one to the apartment. Wanda held the spare key.  Wanda and a man named  Jeff were tight. Never known the connection but note there was one.  Jeff tried many times to come at me but I had picked who I wanted on that block. Plus Jeff had too many women, snow bunnies as he called them. I didn't and was not about to be one of them. He cut his hair and asked now will I date him, the answer was the same. No!! Don't get me wrong Jeff was sexy as hell and very cute but I had started messing with the guy across the street Paul.  Jeff kiss and tell his best friend said plus to old to have all them, women. I couldn't see him being dedicated to one woman. I didn't expect anything of Paul who was too young a silly for me to take seriously but would have expected that out of Jeff. Paul was a child's play and Jeff wasn't.  If I am gonna lockdown I want a real man to lock down with.  

  I don't give bullshit and damn sure not gonna accept it.  I had a fight with Jeff a few times that was not good. He didn't appreciate the way I spoke to him but hey I didn't like what he had to say either.   He wanted to go see my daughter in the hospital without even asking me that's first, then want to go without us. Where they do that at???  Many think I'm wrong over many things I do, well allow me to be wrong but first, understand what made me come wrong at you. I'm the easiest person to get along with until you try to play me or speak with no since and want me to make sense out of stupidity.   Shortly after the fight with Jeff, men started coming into our home. when I showed Jeff the pictures on the computer, the guy was coming down the street. Mike the one who held the knife.  The one Jeff asked was that him,        Jeff tapped him like I was supposed to have missed that. I see all bullshit. Jeff knows like I damn well know that was the man mike. Same black jacket on,  a very short skinny little man with mustache and face that will I know anywhere I see him.  The more we stayed the harder it got to keep them out.  We begin locking our self in one room while we slept till morning.  We were safe that way. But still, they wanted us to know they were coming in. Jeff, Shawn, and many others like the louse boys across the street.  That I had a fight with defending Helga. One tried to break into her home with a weapon, trying to force his way in the door while she fights to keep him out. Helga is an older woman and u damn right I defended her, I was not gonna mind my business. she told me the men are coming right in through my front door. 

I put flour on the floors and they didn't care.  They walked in it so I could see the footprints. The Louse people hated me.  They were the ones coming in first.  the big one with curly hair. I remember many of them but they did not do what the black people did.  They didn't hurt us, only scared us out so Moya could have the basement apt hor her son. Yes, I pissed many off thereafter they pissed me off first.  The two dark skin twins  Charles and can't remember the brother's name. That pussy kept talking about his dick and I didn't want to hear that shit. baby big head so I got him to send me a picture of his baby big head and went the fuck in on him. I think he cried because he was mad as hell for days but we later became cool again with the understanding I don't want to hear about your dick. It was clear he had touched me he stated it and was posting pictures from my understanding. nothing like what our people have done to us. I was working for a Chinese, woman named Laya.  Truths they were robbing the damn country.  I learned that fast. when no one in the company spoke English, had no green cards and just didn't belong. , I kept my mouth shut and kept working. I won't bad mouth them because they kept me working and gave me many chances to start my own business working side by side with  Laya. I was being lazy at this point.   No matter what I did she always hired me right back.  

Things had got so bad with the home invasions at 217 w Ashdale until Jean found a house for us,  A beautiful home I really liked. The partner William  River had become the problem now. I didn't know he was the maintenance man for Jean the one who had all the keys to every property. .  Well when I learned that it was too late we were already living on his property.  This man was at my home every day for two or three months. and made sure it was enough to do for him to continue to come.  He introduced a tall man named Paul to me stating he was gonna fix the basement where my daughter Laverne was supposed to stay with her man John at that time. Paul never showed up again. I found out Paul lived on the block and wanted no part in the mess they were creating. I moved to 4943 n Smedley street. Philadelphia pa, 19141.  Another man came over and said his name was Paul the and he had come to fix the house. Well, I was now not confused but getting aggravated because I didn't know what type of game this was. The first  Paul  I met was very tall and big with salt and pepper hair with glasses and a short bush. the second one looked the same just a shorter version.  

 Now, this Paul was supposed to fix the basement wall that had a large hole in it. Paul worked on that wall for three weeks and no real results.  let's back up to when we first moved in and had to get keys for all rooms. Mr. William gave the keys to all but my room. and the kitchen door leading to the deck. All laughed about him having all the keys to all the places including Ashdale street, I didn't find that funny. After what happened on Ashdale. that's when it hit me, where I had known him from. In this house that was supposed to be in good condition . 6 gas licks first, right after they were fixed Mr. William came the next day as always bringing men to my home, and nothing getting done. he went into the basement to light the hot water heater and said he was fixing the stove. the next day the house smelt like gas again and we had to call the gas company.. The same guy came out and fixed three more licks that weren't there before. We know for sure because the Gasman used his gas monitor. A lick right where you light the hot water tank, one on the main gas line and one on the stove gas line. If we had turned the heat up or the oven on the house would have blown up. Gasman felt the landlord was trying to harm us. He told us he lived two doors away in 4947. Paul lived at 4949 Smedley street.   

Problems in the home 11 gas licks, a large hole in the wall, kitchen pipes would come loose and all fell. you don't see the water coming out on the white floor until you walk away and fall from sliding in the water. dining room window didn't lock, the front window didn't lock but had bars on both although three to four men were caught on camera peeking first before living my home and I had no knowledge they were even in the home but one put his arm back in the door and did something to the window, maybe pulled it back down so bars meant nothing.  the steps had a rug that was lifting because Mr. William put the carpet down over the top of the same old carpet with staples. when you go up or down the rug would slide out and you either caught yourself or fall down the steps, you may even step on a staple. I got hurt on them steps after stepping on a staple and the carpet slid.  I rolled down the steps and passed out after hitting my head. Yes, I was badly hurt and got harassed and robbed of my case money that took 3 years to get 3,500.  then 495.00 back from the oasis. The only windows that locked upstairs were the back room where Erika stayed. The bathroom sink fell to either side and the tub only had very hot water no cold.  The windows in the bathroom didn't lock. The kitchen door had something in the door where the key supposed to go indicating that the door doesn't work.  come to find out the door does work if you had a key to open from the outside. I came around the back and that door was suddenly opened where someone forgot to lock it back.  I was told it doesn't open and there was no key.. Another lie Mr. William told! 

    A young man at 4940 said get some cameras up, to me. I didn't pay it any mind at first and really wasn't sure if he was talking to me.  Erika slept in my room the first few nights cause she was scared. One morning we woke up, I went to use my phone and found more pictures. Four men over us in my room. One standing at the door, one standing at the closet, one in the middle of the floor which had to be the cameraman based on the angle of the camera, and the last one stood over us with a gun pointed at us and a white towel around his hand. I told and showed Mr. William who was not a bit concerned.   Every night men were in my home playing around downstairs and trying to get at us.   

Pals: I can't believe I been living in the street for months now and have a place but don't want to live there because of a group retarded people that call themselves men and no one will help lock it down to live safe.  I live at 59 east Penn street.  second floor. I'm going home and if something happens to us I will have police at all doors. this makes no sense. I want to go home. This is now a fight to the death. If locks are changed I just have to get the police to help open them but I'm going home for the time I have left there.. Fuck n****s now, this is war.