Some men won't pay. This is all I know. I don't really think about it. Like the guy who offered a woman a rock and then stuck a cattle prod in her back. Or the guy with the beer belly and new burgundy van who wouldn't let a woman leave and smashed her in the face and broke her nose and cheek.
Rape is routine.
Being hit with a crowbar isn't unusual. Women on the street corners say they worry about the missing women, and they call them best friends, but they are trying to make enough money to get the fix that keeps them from shaking and puking. Most say they want to get out of this life, but they don't know how to get there. Vicki Anne Fraser, with Barbie-doll hair, a missing tooth, pearls around her waist and an excuse for a skirt, says she needs money and she's smart enough to see a bad trick. She has been selling sex in the Downtown Eastside for 23 years.