...parlor"
There are numerous cases like this in Cali.
Do some research....open your eyes and your heart...it may change your mind when you open your wallet and your pants....hopefully

Peace & Love,
Heather


http://thecnnfreedomproject.blogs.cnn.com/2012/06/11/task-force-busts-sex-trafficking-ring/

Navigating past the junkies and hustlers in San Francisco's Tenderloin district, You Mi Kim found the metal security door she was looking for, and pressed the buzzer.

Inside Sun Spa massage parlor, the manager saw You Mi on the surveillance camera and threw some sea salt over the threshold -- a Korean practice to ward off bad luck.

It was July 2003. It had been five months since You Mi was lured from her home in South Korea by international sex traffickers, who had tricked the debt-ridden college student with promises of a high-paying hostess job in America.

After forcing her into sex work to pay them nearly $20,000, the traffickers had finally let her go. But freedom was elusive.

Traffickers had taken all her earnings, yet she still faced a $40,000 shopping debt back home -- the reason she left for an American job that promised big pay. Now, no fewer than six creditors were circling her family in South Korea.

Any kind of job she could get as an illegal immigrant -- cleaning homes or washing dishes in a restaurant -- wouldn't pay her debts in time. She wanted to protect her family from the shame of bankruptcy. She wanted her life back.

You Mi felt she had no choice.

On her first day of freedom, she took an unlicensed Korean taxi from Los Angeles to another illicit massage parlor in San Francisco.

The door of the Sun Spa opened. The manager, a Korean woman in her 50s, led You Mi inside and quickly handed her off to the masseuse with the most seniority.

For the next four months, You Mi would become a person she never imagined. She and five other sex workers would share a dingy apartment on O'Farrell Street across from the Mitchell Brothers O'Farrell Theatre. She'd spend her waking hours at Sun Spa, having sex with more than a dozen men a day, six days a week, and scurrying into secret hideaways during police raids.

She would find the rumors about San Francisco to be true: It was a booming stop on the international sex-trafficking route. There was lots of money to be made. Customers plentiful, tips great.

But first, she would have to surrender her last shred of dignity.

The first stop on the Sun Spa tour was the five rooms on the bottom floor, used for the regulars. They were tiny, less than 50 square feet and bare except for a cot with one white sheet, a shower and a small painted nightstand in one corner. A mirror covered most of the wall near the bed. A fluorescent ceiling light cast a pallid green glow over the room.
Upstairs, You Mi saw four rooms decorated to look like legitimate Chinese acupressure and massage rooms. They were cleaner, with massage tables instead of beds. The condoms were hidden.

"This is where we bring the new customers," You Mi's guide explained.

Next was the kitchen. The woman showed You Mi an empty water cooler bottle where she was to dispose of the used condoms.

Off the kitchen there was a changing room with lockers. You Mi put on a long, sleeveless Korean dress that sex traffickers had made her wear in Los Angeles.

"That's not sexy enough," her new co-worker said, instructing her to put on a bikini top and a sarong slit all the way to the waistband.

The last stop on the tour was the bell, in a back room off the kitchen, used to summon the women when customers arrived. Within earshot, You Mi saw a half-dozen Korean women lounging, watching TV and eating.

Suddenly, a loud ring cut through the noise of the TV. The women dropped their chopsticks and hustled out to the lobby, arranging themselves on an L-shaped sofa so the customer could make his choice. You Mi followed the pack.

She sat on the sofa, feeling like a dog that had responded to its master's whistle.

What You Mi knew of San Francisco was limited to the two blocks between Sun Spa and the cramped studio apartment she shared with her co-workers. It was in the heart of the Tenderloin, the end of the line for San Francisco's most desperate: the addicted looking for a street-corner fix, the homeless looking for a cheap motel, the men looking to buy sex.

and some are not.  We'll never know for sure how many fall into one category versus another.

I have personally gotten to know 2 K gals over the many years I've been hobbying and based on that I'd say there is no fine line between fully consensual participation and forced servitude.

I also grant that the living conditions of many of these gals are not ideal.

On the other hand, consider what the alternates are for these gals:  Servitude in a factory with horrible conditions and pay - and that's if they are lucky enough to find a job.

It is laudable to try and expose the worst actors who more or less kidnap gals and treat them badly.  I also think that legalization of sex work is the single greatest tool we can give to them because it will lead them to be free to come forward and denounce their captors without fear of being jailed themselves.

As too often happens, the zealousness of a movement ends up causing more harm than good to those whom said movement professes to want to help.   There is also the fact that we, the legitimate sex-work industry, will be caught up in the net that these reformers plan to use.