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    "Square Times"genre: Indie
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    All workers prostitute themselves. But some are exploited by fellow, mainly male, workers who, powerless in their lives of being dominated, come to exert some domination over women who are fellow workers themselves exploited economically, and often violently treated, by pimps. When we rise against our masters, we will burn the hard drugs and dark alleys, and erect palaces in which to indulge our senses in freedom
    CD: Songs Of Love And Earth   Label: www.cdbaby.com

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    I used to live near Times Square in New York. I witnessed many women workers selling their bodies to male workers to make a living. Members of the working class need to express solidarity with each other and abolish all oppression, all sale of humans for money, whether their bodies or their minds and energies

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    The rush, the hush of breath, she's come this way all by herself She's pale; the lights, the rain all beat her brow, she's by herself The girls all laugh at her, she's new but they know her well Time, you hold me back like this folded and fading picture of them Pushing my swing in the days before broken bottles broke bones This man who smells like a sewer loves her These men old enough to be Dad hurt her, but less than Daddy did The siren loud and bright came for her friend, took her away Not just from the syringe but from the puke in which she lay "Mama, will you send me dough to take the bus back home No, I'm really fine, it simply gets to be much too much sometimes I've got a job, oh did I really ask you for money now? Oh no, I couldn't go back to school I wouldn't care to be pulled by my hair no more, Mommy... The money's not for drugs, it's to take care of my big round tummy"

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