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When I was 8 years old early like 5AM heading to my school bus stop, I saw a murdered Trans laying on the floor, shot in the head, her brains over the pavement, it looked like Pasta Sauce with ground beef...that was my first thought, never seen anything like that in my life up to that point...
You have no idea how hard it is for trans in Colombia at that time, I dunno now, I haven't been there in a while but it was bad, so much religion, so much discrimination...I lived up in a pretty nice neighborhood but it was way up some hills, I had to come down to catch the bus at the main road, this main road would be crawling with nightlife but then sometimes you'd see some shit lingering before dawn, every time coming out to the bust stop there, something was going on...I remember the big Drug Lord's rigs that would come and pick this trans up, you could see them fat and nasty looking for action, that was the nice part, dropping them off was very different...
...life...USA has it pretty good if you're not looking for trouble, down there, back then, this trans had no other way of getting by but prostitution...pretty sad...most would end up dead.
