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I'll never, never forget the 6 months I live in New Orleans when I was young. I was approached by a woman pimp (I was a waitress) about working for her for a brief period. She stated that the Baptist Convention was coming to the city and there never was enough girls to service them sexually. The only problem was you had to take care of the vice squad, also. (No, I didn't do it. I'm not THAT personality type.)