Couple in New York Accused of Tricking Korean Women into Prostitution
The old trick them into prostitution strategy is alive and well:
A Queens couple faces sex trafficking charges for tricking two South Korean women into prostitution by helping them pay for their travel and offering them a restaurant job in the U.S. (…….)
One of the victims answered an ad she found in South Korea in 2015 promising her a job in the U.S. and travel expenses paid by her employers, according to the Astoria Post. As part of their agreement, her employers required her to pay the $10,000 they used for transportation and her passport fees. Jung Ja picked up the victim at the John F. Kennedy Airport in New York and brought her to an address in Steinway Street, Astoria. However, the deal suddenly changed, and she informed her that she would work as a prostitute to pay off her debt to the Ornsteins. The suspects allegedly forced her to have sex with strangers at the address.
Yahoo News
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Human trafficking is a vile business. Even if the victims walk in with only one eye shut.
And the couple were, yup, you guessed it…Korean.
J6, yes, even Korea has sinners. In Astoria, around the US and the rest of the world, these scoundrels come in all shades of skin and nationality. Some even call themselves “Christian”; but self-applied labels are worthless.
I got tricked into prostitution once.
I wondered why I was doing so well with her.
“Human trafficking is a vile business. ”
I first read that as ‘human trafficking is a ville business”, which is also true. Well, it used to be.
(note to those who don’t get it, towns outside of US military bases in Korea are known by GIs as “the ville”, as in “let’s go out bar hopping in the ville tonight”
I got tricked into prostitution once.
I wondered why I was doing so well with her.
Next time ask for the money up front.
I heard from Donny that those Russian bears don’t always pay up after they’ve done riding you.
If it’s a sweat-glistening Russian Bear bathing the back of my head in the sumptuous aroma of Stolichnaya and Belomorkanal while the course hair of his chest caresses my spine, I don’t need any money.
You are Choi Hongman.
Please give me my five dollars.