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today (9/16) is my birthday :)

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude Jazza Route Theories Pt. 2: Hidden Rooms, Burning Smells & Human-Trafficking ☾.

MDNI - Solely for brief mentions of sex CW: Brief mentions of SA, Child abuse, Death.

This is another post I also delayed for months, and it's a bit more of an odds and ends post. I had these notes written, but got busy translating and they just stayed stuck on paper. Then I had a nice chat with @shatcey the other day which reminded me about Jude's Crown’s S-Rank 95k Bonus Story story.

Under the cut due to event and route spoilers. As usual, this is just for fun, it's nothing groundbreaking, and we can't be dogmatic.

Burning Smells: “Shit, that burnin' smell...” - Jude Jazza, Crown’s S-Rank 95k Bonus Story

To my knowledge, this is where we are first introduced to something very odd - a Jude who doesn’t like burning smells. In this scene, a merchant whom Jude has collected evidence against for human-trafficking, started a fire within his own mansion to get rid of evidence. He intended for Jude and Kate to burn with him, so the two run for their lives as usual. Interestingly, we get a bit more insight about this vague statement at a later event……

“The smell when I smoke reminds me of that stuffy ass room. All the smoke n’ the fumes, n’ the gloom in the air would make me cough up a lung.” - Jude Jazza, Roger Barel’s Past Records-Record No. Four

This didn't hit me until I was writing this post, but I love how I Cybird expounded on that tiny morsel so many months later, and yet there's still not a lot of info. While it's implied the room Jude was in was filled with cigarette smoke (and for all intents and purposes, it probably is just cigarette smoke), Cybird doesn't explicitly state what type of smoke was actually in that room. It only says that cigarette smoke reminded him of it.

And if you think about it, cigarettes would just be an easy way for Jude to have access to the smell of smoke (which he uses to feed his hatred and vengeance).So, it could also be something like fumes and smoke from a furnace? Something that would constantly be spreading and harming them versus the potential intermittent smell of cigarette smoke. Maybe not though.

Regardless of the type of smoke it was, it’s both a source of trauma and a motivator for him, and he abhors it. Now about this room he was in.....

Hidden Rooms: So far we know that he was in a dusty attic (from his first BD event), and then this stuffy room that was filled with smoke.

Going to back to the mansion that is on fire in the 95k story, Jude wants them to escape by means of climbing down a drainage pipe from the fourth floor, but Kate tells him to do it alone, fearful the pipe won’t support them both. She explains that there maybe a hidden passage way to a detached outbuilding, where it’s rumored a sickly child the couple had at one point lived inside. When they reach the the wall that divides the mansion with the outbuilding, Jude says:

“……It's somethin' you often find in aristocratic mansions. They’ll dig underground and make somethin' like this.”

Now, how would he know this? He’s not an aristocrat. True, it may be that it’s something he’s noticed on Crown missions such as, Ghost House Report. In that mission, they find Anne’s skeleton in an under ground basement that’s hidden beneath the first floor staircase. It could also be that he worked as a servant in an aristocratic mansion and saw things no one should ever have to see. However, I feel like in Jude’s case, it might be……

Human-Trafficking: “Now, if ya were just buyin’ ‘n sellin’ guns ‘n other dirty shit that’d be fine. But don’t ya remember the contract ya signed with me? When I toldja, NO human traffickin’.”- Jude Jazza, Wrapped In Wicked Romance, Premium End

From the very beginning, we know at least one thing about Jude, and it’s that he HATES human-trafficking. In fact, majority of his personal missions involve this disgusting practice, and that point is further driven home in Ellis’ route. In chapter 13 of the route, they find 12 children who’ve been abducted by a lunatic, and Jude is absolutely furious about it.

A quick side note, before they discover the children, Jude tells Kate that it’s never acceptable to lock up a child without food. To me, it solidifies other evidence that Jude may have been a victim himself along with his sibling(s)/mother. Oh, and it also contributes to his medical records stating that he suffered from malnourishment!

There are ton of theories that I have about how he and his sibling(s)/mother were sold if that was the case.

Simple street abduction. There could’ve just been a bunch of bad guys looking for a quick buck and sold children to earn it. Ellis’ route has something similar happening.

Jude and his family may be from another country who were sold to someone in England. (I’m using First Class Ticket, Dark IF, and Guard IF as a basis for this.)

Jude and his family may have been offered up as collateral by their parent/guardian at an illegal gambling den. (Jude’s & Nica’s versus SE is what makes me think this).

Jude and his family may have been born into captivity by a mother who was sold to someone, and assaulted.

Jude’s mother may have been a prostitute who snagged herself a nobleman customer, and thus he was born and was simply mistreated within the home, and/or was found by the father later on and shoved into a cage.

Or, his mother may have been the one who disappeared after being sold, and he was simply left to live on the streets and earn a wage any way he could.

Final Theory? It's kind of hard reigning it all in, but I think Jude and his family may have been victims of human-trafficking in a nobleman’s home. There must've been constant burning smells of smoke that irritated baby Jude's lungs (who already suffers from seasonal asthma). This no doubt contributed to the illness of the other two who were with him as it seems they had trouble breathing too.

They may have been starved (as supported by Jude's medical record of suffering from child malnourishment), assaulted (physically and sexually), and/or at least exposed to the indulgence in vices such as drugs, sex, murder games (as Jude's mentioned once before in an event or Ellis' route...I can't remember where exactly), and other things…..we will stop at that because I can’t bear to think of what they may have had to endure or witness.

Assuming, Jude was locked away in a mansion like that as a child himself, I think it’s plausible that he escaped the mansion using his wit, not necessarily the way he did using cigarette smoke in the story, but somewhere along those lines:

Without putting the cigarette in his mouth, he held it out toward the underground passage. Then, the cigarette smoke trailed into the passage from the back of the hallway. “…..Thankfully, there's some air flow. Looks like there's an exit on the other side.”- Jude.

Of course, little Jude could’ve also climbed out a window and down the drain pipe if he was making his way down from a dusty attic instead, and I wonder…..was his family (?) able to make it out too, or was it too late by that point?

What we do know is that Jude escaped that life, and he even went to a public school (which is a paid school for the wealthy and the aristocratic). According to Past Records, it was either a scholar or a doctor who supported Jude in this endeavor.

Why? Why did they fund Jude's schooling? A selfish one? A genuine one? Did they notice how intelligent and clever Jude was, and decided it would be a tragedy if his brains were left to waste in the slums? Did they meet Jude while he was locked away? Did they meet Jude on the street? These are questions I want to know.

Again, this is just what I think could’ve happened. Let’s see how wrong I am! Please feel free to add-on to the theories.

[thatfanfictionchick]

This is intended to be...archival, for myself, mostly. But if you find it interesting you should definitely check out Ikemen Villains!

Ikevil Event - Wrapped in Wicked Romance pt.1

Jude's Route Premium End

·✦...·✧

The moment the man with the bowler hat spotted Jude…

…he put his arm around my neck and pressed a gun to my temple.

(No…)

Jude: “Ha! Looks good on ya, Kate.”

(If he tells the man he doesn't want to negotiate…)

(He'll kill me…)

A chill came over me, my entire body trembling with fear. 

And Jude looked like he was thoroughly enjoying it. 

Jude: “Haha. Lovin’ that look in your eyes. Ya scared? It's scary, huh?”

Jude: “Want me to help ya?”

(Of course I do!)

I nodded frantically. 

Jude: “Hm, that right?”

(Well, will you help me or won't you?! Make up your mind!)

Man in Bowler Hat: “That's enough of your sweet reunion.”

Jude: “That's a shame. I wouldn't mind watchin’ for a bit longer.”

Jude shifted his gaze from me to the man and narrowed his amethyst eyes. 

Jude: “Seems like you're runnin’ quite the business outta the warehouse we rented ya.”

Jude: “Now, if you were just buyin’ ‘n sellin’ guns ‘n other dirty shit, that'd be fine.”

Jude: “But don't ya remember the contract ya signed with me? When I toldja, NO human traffickin’.”

(Human trafficking?!)

Man in Bowler Hat: “Can't you just look the other way?”

Man in Bowler Hat: “Even the poor can sell at a great price!”

Man in Bowler Hat: “I can line your pockets and help you clean all the filth out of London Harbor!”

Jude: “...Hah.”

Man in Bowler Hat: “I know you love watching the misfortune of others, and I know you love money. So you can overlook this, right?”

Man in Bowler Hat: “If you say yes, I'll return your woman to you unharmed.”

(So he broke his contract and used the warehouse he rented from Jude for human trafficking.)

(He's threatening him so he'll look the other way.)

When I felt his arm around my neck, revulsion raced through me. 

(I don't want to die, but…)

(I also don't want to be the only person who gets saved because Jude overlooked his crimes. Not at the expense of others.)

(That would leave a really bad taste in my mouth.)

I bit my lip to steel myself and looked over at Jude. 

I tensed my stomach to keep myself from shaking. 

Kate: “Jude, I take it back. Don't worry about me.”

Jude: “Oh?”

Jude: “Honestly, you're real hopeless, y'know that?”

For some reason, that exasperated, pitying grin made my heart skip a beat. 

(Wh-why?)

(There's a gun to my head, why am I focusing on him…?)

Jude: “But I ain't here to listen to your requests, princess. So behave for me, will ya?”

His smile disappeared as he glared at the man. 

Jude: “Seems like ya think you've got the upper hand here.”

Jude: “Also seems like there's a lotta misunderstandings ‘bout me, so lemme correct ‘em.”

Jude: “Number one. It's true I like watchin’ people's misfortunes. And I do like money. But there's one thing I like more than all of that.”

Jude: “And that's when rich pigs like ya who play it safe while others suffer get what's comin’ to ‘em.”

Man in Bowler Hat: “...Huh?”

Just then, the sound of gunshots and screams tore through the air.

(What?!)

The guards surrounding the man in the bowler hat collapsed in the darkness. 

Man in Bowler Hat: “Wh-what the hell's going on?!”

Jude took advantage of the man's confusion and quickly closed the distance. He grabbed the hand that held the gun and twisted it. 

Jude: “Two. No matter what weakness ya try to exploit, I'll never forgive anyone who defaults on a contract.”

Man in Bowler Hat: “Argh!”

Jude: “Three.”

Kate: “...Ah!”

Jude grabbed me and roughly jerked me away from the man. 

Jude: “No matter what, she's gonna be comin’ back to me unharmed.”

Jude kneed the man hard in the gut, making him collapse on the spot. 

(He saved me again…)

He pulled me close to his chest, the sensation soothing my pounding heartbeat. 

(M-my heart isn't pounding because he saved me or is holding me…)

(It's because I'm scared… It has to be.)

I was making excuses to myself. And then, Jude pointed the gun at the man. 

Jude: “Don't worry. I'm not gonna hand ya over to any coppers.”

Jude: “In exchange, you're gonna become a test subject for some nice ‘n dangerous research we got goin’ on.”

Jude: “Dunno the joy of manual labor, do ya? Well, ya will now!”

The man was foaming and convulsing, then groaned in pain and passed out. 

Jude: “Ellis, carry him.”

Jude called out and Ellis appeared from the darkness. 

(It was Ellis who shot the guards.)

He was holding a handgun so casually it almost looked like a toy. 

Ellis: “How do you feel, Jude? You seem pretty happy right now.”

Jude: “The hell I ain't happy. Take this guy to the lab ‘n have the doc look at him.”

Ellis: “...Got it.”

Ellis looked a little disappointed, but he dragged the guy out of the warehouse. 

Kate: “...You’re not going to kill him?”

Jude: “I accepted this job from Queenie on the condition that if I destroyed his organization, they'd leave his life or death up to me.”

(Why would he want that…?)

Jude: “An easy death’d be too good for shitty people like him who get rich off other's suffering.”

Jude: “If ya do somethin’ vile, ya get it back in return. Ain't it fair for him to go through the same hell he caused before dyin’?”

Kate: “...This was a mission?”

Jude: “Yeah, so what if it was?”

Kate: “Then you didn't come to rescue me because I got kidnapped by chance?”

Jude: “No way in hell that was by chance. They knew I'd sniffed out their business.”

Jude: “And I knew they'd target somethin’ involvin’ me if they could.”

Jude: “If I sent ya wanderin’ ‘round here, it'd only be natural for ‘em to target ya, right?”

Kate: “So that's why you left me alone?”

Jude: “Why’re ya askin’ questions ya know the answer to, huh?”

Kate: “I could've been killed!”

Jude: “Nah, I don't screw up like that. Wouldn't let my bait get killed. Be a waste of ya, wouldn't it?”

(Did he just say he used me as bait?!)

Kate: “You are the worst…”

Jude: “You keep sayin’ that. Dontcha know any other words?”

Jude lit a cigarette and started walking out of the warehouse like he'd just finished a shift at work. 

But before he left, he gave a swift kick to Jack, who was lying on the ground groaning like the other guards. 

-outside-

Kate: “...Since my mission is to get to know you better, can I ask you something?”

Kate: “You said you were going to use him for research. What kind of research?”

Jude: “Somethin’ that's got not a single lick to do with ya.”

(Since Jude said it was dangerous, it must be quite bad… What kind of research needs humans, anyway?)

(I wonder if he'll end up hating Jude so badly afterwards that he'd want to kill him.)

I thought of the person who'd pointed the knife at him in the alley that afternoon. 

(How can he live so casually with people wanting to kill him 24/7?)

Kate: “The more you make people suffer, the more they're going to hate you.”

Kate: “So why are you so cruel?”

Jude: “It's the price ya pay for a fun hobby.”

Kate: “Even if you have to risk your life?”

Jude: “Ask a lotta questions, don’tcha?”

Jude stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me. 

I jammed down my heels into an abrupt halt, so I didn't collide with him. 

And then he leaned in so close his nose almost touched mine. 

Jude: “If ya want, I could torment ya till ya hate me enough to wanna kill me too.”

The dark amusement in his eyes made something hot flare inside of me. 

Jude: “...Heh. I'm jokin’.”

He smiled with satisfaction, then took another drag off his cigarette. 

Jude: “You've never suffered once in your life, have ya, princess? So ya wouldn't get it.”

(I don't get it, and I don't want to either.)

(He's a cold, arrogant sadist.)

(He put my life in danger today… but he also protected me.)

If he'd really made that promise with me with malicious intent…

I wouldn't have survived this day.

-flashback-

Jude: “Don't go makin’ promises so easily, princess. You're gonna learn that lesson by the end of the day.”

-end flashback-

True to his word, I learned the rules of this dark world I'd entered. 

And the darkness surrounding him was probably why he knew the importance of making a promise. 

(I'm grateful, but at the same time I'm really frustrated.)

Kate: “Thank you… for today.”

Jude: “Ya don't sound like ya mean it. How ‘bout sayin’ it again with a smile?”

(How about I slap that smirk off your face instead?)

Kate: “I learned the dangers of making promises. I'll be more careful next time.”

I plastered a big smile on my face, as wide as I could manage. 

Jude: “That's better than nothin’.”

Jude laughed and then roughly grabbed my chin. 

Kate: “H-hey!”

Jude: “Ya were smart enough to keep your promise to Victor ‘n me.”

Jude: “But I saved your life twice today.”

Jude: “So ya owe me two things.”

(He says that even though he's the one who put it in danger in the first place?)

Jude: “Now, how're ya gonna repay your lover for helpin’ ya?”

Fin.

·✦...·✧

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[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Green and Donnie Snippet

A passing thought. Interactions between these two is probably a damn mess. I haven't wrote anything Robots & Gardens in a minute so whoops. Kinda struggling to write these two 😅.

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Green twirled the knife in her hand, tapping her foot. The plush ground of the security office dampening the sound. She tried not to laugh at the cyborg in front of her. More robot than man. She'd try to pick him apart but the brawler was good at distraction, even if it was unintentional. Her eyes found themselves following the blue glow of veins and the peak of tech through falling off artificial skin.

"I'm not a fan of the drug traffickin' and passin' it around thing. Too gritty of a scene for me." Green looked up at them, crooked smile sneaking onto her face.

Donnie moved his fingers over the holo keyboard over his forearm. They picked at the false skin on their collarbone, sliding a skilled finger across exposed tech there. Transferring their words to the criminal for hire's glasses that both were very aware she stolen or modified. Donnie assumed it was both. Eyes narrowed to angry slits at Green's nonchalance.

"You kill people," Green read aloud, eyes darting back and forth behind the tinted lenses, "Only if the money's right." She answered.

Donnie visibly relaxed, eyebrows shooting up. They pointed at Green's mouth. Green took the hint and put her knife in the holster at her side. Her eyes scanned them up and down thinking how to explain.

"I'll speak. Only if you can keep the cops off Peace's protestors tomorrow."

Donnie was skeptical. Green couldn't see it as much as she could feel it. She unbuttoned her shirt enough to slip her hand inside her bra. Fishing out a couple of sweaty bills. Donnie could recognize the fluorescent band across them as the big bucks.

"I don't need it." They typed.

"Most people would've loved titty money. It ain't fake either. Would've heard about another dead body if it was." Green folded the bills over once more and forced it into Donnie's hand, "Get yourself fixed up, you look scary as hell."

Donnie looked down at himself, with a sag in their shoulders. Just the sight of metal tethered to actual flesh sending a jolt of pain through him. They grit their teeth and crumped the bills in their fist. Green figured she had picked at an unknown insecurity.

She sat in one of the open chairs, unbothered by the creak, "Sit down. I'll talk."

Donnie sighed nasally and sat in a chair across from her. Chair squealing from the way he threw himself into it.

"Before we talk about the people funding you to fuck around. Why do you need my help protecting protesters?"

"I don't like to openly interfere with protestor business. And Peace can handle herself, she can and will beat my ass, she plans things decently. The calls I've gotten since the rich fuck on the news decided to ruin lives are..." Green trailed off for a moment feeling she had spoken too much already, "Worryin'. A lot more modded voices lately too."

Donnie rested his head on his shoulder, "Modded voices?"

Green's eyes scanned the words, pulling the glasses up onto her forehead briefly, "Using AI or voice filters to change how their voice sounds. It's usual to see a few, but this isn't normal."

Donnie nodded. It would make sense to try to hide your identity but he had wondered just what kind of requests made the criminal for hire so uneasy. So he asked.

Green rolled her eyes immediately, drawing her knife, "Some secrecy is a bit of a good thing, I think." She was sure that Donnie's eyes caught site of the blade. It hadn't been cleaned yet.

Donnie quickly decided not to press her on the matter.

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

Me: “Hey Boss! C’n I go back ta regular jobs yet?”

Hood, dragging Tim Drake(?) out of his office by the sleeve: “No, Wil.”

Me: “Not ev’n one tiny traffickin’ job? No checking quality or deal l’cations?”

Hood: “No, Wil.”

Me, pulling out the trademarked Bambi Eyes: “Please, Boss?”

Hood: …

Hood: Fine.

Tim Drake, under his breath: Simp.

[mlobsters]

things i learned about the opioid crisis that truly shocked me

oxycontin (oxycodone) is more powerful than morphine (i thought i had a decent understanding of opiates, apparently not)

purdue (makers of oxycontin) claimed less than 1% of people got addicted based on a handful of sentences letter to the editor (link to letter in NEJM) in a medical journal about patients taking short term narcotics in a hospital environment and called it a study

the package insert said "Delayed absorption as provided by oxycontin is believed to reduce the abuse liability of a drug." no proof - just believed.

the medical officer at the FDA, curtis wright, allegedly drafted the medical review with purdue including claims about very limited rates of addiction and potential for abuse. a year later, he went to work for purdue

sales reps were paid commission by the number of milligrams their doctors prescribed, encouraging doctors to continue increasing dosages

purdue claimed oxy didn't have the peaks and valleys associated with opioids and used an extremely distorted graph that was incredibly misleading to prove their point (log scale that flattened the curves)

they created the concept of "pseudoaddiction" which meant drug seeking addiction behavior was actually untreated pain so the solution was to increase the dosage

the company who launched the fentanyl spray subsys were encouraging doctors to prescribe it offlabel for back pain and the like with the explantion "pain is pain" asking how is back pain different than end of life cancer pain

i knew fentanyl was a serious problem but i had no idea the overdose deaths increase after the launch of subsys and competitors in 2012 was this stark and terrifying

insys was investing $3-4 million dollars in speaker programs that were a cover for bribing doctors to increase prescriptions of their fentanyl product

in 2015, subsys was one of the top five most profitable opioid products in the US - something that was only indicated for breakthrough pain in cancer patients on around the clock pain management with high opiate tolerance levels as part of end of life care

medicare would not approve the prescriptions and pay for them (many thousands of dollars for one month of subsys) for offlabel uses, so insys created a system where their reps would pretend to be from the doctor's office (in collusion with doctors, dr office would give the private patient information so insys could have the information needed) and lie about the diagnosis to get it approved

actual promo video for sales reps to sell fentanyl

from burlakof, former vp of sales at insys: "the only way that i knew how to do it, to get that guarantee, is to bribe doctors." "you're saying bribery, like you're kind of--" "yes, i am" "that has a really kind of, big meaning, that word." "yes. i think to use any other word would be irresponsible of me at this point." "back then, did you think, 'oh, i'm going to bribe people'?" "yes."

90% of all hydrocodone production was going to pill mills in the late 2000s

at one point broward county alone (ft lauderdale, just a bit north of miami) had 150 pill mills

florida regulations were so lax, anyone could open a pain management clinic - including people with felony drug convictions

florida also did not track out of state people filling prescriptions that would throw up red flags like it did in other states

a retired dea agent, lou fisher, worked with large pill mills to make sure they followed requirements and could pass inspections by dea acting as their "compliance officer"

but fisher was being paid by the wholesaler, he maintains he didn't do anything wrong

by putting prescribing into the hands of corrupt doctors, they could technically be following the rules

once the pill mills were shut down, a large population had been addicted to opioids via pills now only had heroin to turn to

the george brothers and others in pill mills were indicted under the federal RICO act and it was the largest prescription drug trafficking case in US history

chris george maintains he just ran a business. he didn't create addicts, he gave them a safer way to get their drugs. and the people coming to florida to buy his pills were the actual problem. "The patients are the ones that caused whatever problems we have here."

(ps the george brothers are also white supremacists)

stuff i've watched/listened to

American Pain (HBO) - documentary on pill mills in florida, primarily about the George brothers

The Crime of the Century (HBO) - documentary directed, produced, and written by Alex Gibney. The film follows the opioid epidemic in the United States, and the political operatives, government regulations and corporations that enable the abuse of opioids, particularly the Sackler family and Purdue Pharma. Part two focuses on the rise of fentanyl by Insys Therapeutics.

Opioids, Inc by FRONTLINE (PBS) full film on youtube

Opioids in America by American Scandal (podcast by Wondery)

Dopesick (Hulu) - dramatized series based on nonfiction book Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company that Addicted America by Beth Macy

Painkiller (Netflix) - dramatized series based on Patrick Radden Keefe's New Yorker article "The Family That Built an Empire of Pain" and Pain Killer: An Empire of Deceit and the Origin of America's Opioid Epidemic by Barry Meier

[dumbestthingiveeverheard]

Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 7/20/2023

Third Place: Rand Paul

Speaking on Kudlow yesterday, Senator Paul said the following regarding giving military funding to Ukraine:

From a fiscal conservative perspective, it makes no sense to borrow money from China to send it to Ukraine. It’s not like we’re sending them surplus funds. It’s like, "Oh, we have surplus ammo around." We’re actually out of ammo now, we’re out of money. And so, there’s no real sense in continuing to do this.

Of course, this is the same nonsense I covered J.D. Vance saying two days ago--so expect this to be the new Republican Party line for the foreseeable future. However, we are by no means "out of ammo," the United States has spent years having the largest military in the world, to the point where The Pentagon itself has said it no longer needs new equipment. Also, the money we'd be borrowing would more than likely not come from China, given only about five percent of our national debt is money borrowed from China--Japan is a far bigger foreign creditor than China is, for the record. Most of our debt, two-thirds to be exact, is actually owned by American investors.

Second Place: Jim Jordan

The Ohio Congressman made two absurd claims at today's hearing, first arguing that Hank Aaron died from the COVID-19 vaccine and also claiming that the Biden White House censored Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in January 2021 because of his status as Biden's primary challenger.

The first claim fails to make sense because an autopsy found that Aaron died of natural causes because, you know, he was 86 at the time. The second point falls apart when you remember that Biden couldn't have censored Kennedy because he was challenging the President in January 2021, since Kennedy didn't announce his campaign until April 2023.

Winner: Nicholas Kristof

Last night, the New York Times columnist published a piece called "When Children Are Bought and Sold" which serves as little more than a puff piece for the Coalition Against Trafficking in Women, which best as I can tell is an anti-sex work organization pretending to be an anti-human trafficking organization.

The article tells the story of Melanie Thompson, who was a victim of human trafficking at a young age. Although her story is a tragic one, the fact that this--and other concerns regarding human trafficking--are used by Kristof in this column to argue against decriminalization of sex work is something I cannot ignore. Especially given ninety percent of sex work is done by consenting adults. In spite of that, this outlier is treated as the norm, with Kristof writing at one point:

Melanie scoffs at the view that pimps are business partners of women selling sex. “I never touched the money,” she told me. “And if you got caught trying to stash anything, it was not good for you.”

What's especially telling is that, despite this being a rather extreme situation, this is the only story the article tells. We don't get a single anecdote of sex workers who are consenting to their job and working happily, even though--as I just mentioned--they make up the vast majority of cases. (It's not even as if such a thing would be hard. John Stossel managed to do that several years ago, specifically through having them confront anti-sex work activists.) This would be on the same level as me saying it should be illegal to work for an energy company, and my only example being the story of one person who worked at Enron. Or, how about I say it should be illegal to run a newspaper because one newspaper--the most read one in the country--used it influence to help make sure the SMITH Act passed through Congress, which was used to silence leftists all throughout the 1940s and 1950s, because they were worried Eastern European immigrants into the United States would--gasp--take us to war with Hitler. (For those unaware, yes, The New York Times actually did that.)

The article does note that "one large global study found that legalization is associated with more trafficking," however, the substitution effect means that legal sex work will be preferred over illegal sex work, driving the traffickers out of the market. For that matter, since New Zealand's decriminalization of sex work in 2003, not a single case of human trafficking has come out of the sex industry. You see, it turns out actual data is complicated and can't be explained away with the worst case scenario.

Nicholas Kristof, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

[pooopopop]

God rereading the threesomes handbook was such a mistake. Vicki needs to be on a registry. She wrote 4 pages detailing how to find strippers on Craigslist and involve them in threesomes because they’re most likely also prostitutes. This is not “just a product of its time” lmao https://www.gedulinlaw.com/blog/2017/april/surprising-things-that-could-make-you-a-sex-offe/

Craigslist actually had to get rid of the personals section because of this exact reason https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2018/03/23/596460672/craigslist-shuts-down-personals-section-after-congress-passes-bill-on-traffickin

[o-wise-corvid]

“So, how’d you end up heeya?”

Maul and Fett had been locking down the ship for the last hour. Melicent was asleep against Maul’s chest and the two Fett children had interlocked their hands over their “Dadee’s” shoulders, the Kaminoan cooing softly to her curly-haired brother. Maul was… admittedly charmed by the way the two interacted. One moment, he was sure one of them would kill the other were Jango not between them. But then, just now, they seemed so soothed by the other.

It made him wonder if his little one would do well with a sibling.

He glanced down at her, trying to decide how to answer Fett’s query. What it would to truly be her father. What a gift. Maul had never been one for romantic encounters. He’d had a few liasons. But they’d not been relationships. Never more than a night, if that. Not always friendly, either. Sidious had never cared much if Maul vented a little steam; loyalty was his old master’s only concern. And Maul had honored that.

“I was a servant of a dark order of Force users, of which myself and my master were the only members. I was sent on a mission for him. I left his cause. Ran away.”

Fett walked beside him, up the corridor toward where they had agreed to eat with Ondler earlier in the day. “What made ya run?”

Maul’s shoulders lifted and dropped. Melicent hummed, opening her cornflower eyes to look up at him sleepily. “Papa…” Her eyes fluttered as he cradled her head in one of his hands.

“Oh.” Fett nodded. “Yeah, I get that.”

Maul allowed the misunderstanding to set unchecked. Fett was still an unknown variable. He wasn’t to be trusted completely. Regardless of his parental status. “We relocated across Nar Shadaa, to a factory complex. But it was fronting as a trafficking hub. It took some effort but we got clear of it. And then found Ondler. Which was almost too good to be true.”

“Yes. My impression was the same.”

Boba, the little boy, fussed a little and resituated himself in a better spot with his sister’s hand on top of his head. She made a low “eugh” noise and patted him.

“Gettin’ free of that traffickin’ ring couldn’t ‘ave been easy.” Fett eyed Maul. “Your um… ordah. Like the Jedi Ordah?”

Maul ticked his head to the side a bit. “Something like that.”

“Uh-huh…”

___________________________________________________________________________

Fett’s expression was passive. Which was an achievement considering the Kaminoan child was gnawing on him with all the ferocity of a half-starved bat eel. This was apparently a regular occurrence, because the man had affixed a leather strap that covered his neck and shoulder. Little Ullo made a rattling little snarl and shook her head a little. Fett’s calloused, though graceful fingers patted her back soothingly. Well. Those of one hand. Boba had the other one. He seemed to be copying his big sister; the boy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to gum his father’s hand clean off.

Melicent was not one to be left out of the party. Even if she wasn’t exactly keen on socializing with the Fett children. She’d hefted herself up toward Maul’s face, mashed it with her little hands, and promptly set to chewing on his nose. Maul held her close, one foot propped up on Ondler’s empty chair, and he and Fett chuckled at their respective little ones. Ondler’s tooka circled them, bumping into the men’s legs and rearing up to sniff at the younglings.

“So, you boys-”

Maul sniffed and Fett rolled his eyes a bit at their title.

“-seem to be gettin’ on,” Ondler said, flipping his wok full of noodles, vegetables and Sorgan shrimp. “That’s good. We’re gonna take a little downtime here, so be sure and stock up in port. We gotta head to Nal Hutta next.”

Maul felt a slight tightening in the Force, markedly from Fett, as if the man’s jaw clenching was shrinking the room. The Mandalorian had mentioned bounty hunting, so contact with the Hutts wasn’t exactly unexpected. Judging by his reaction, it didn’t look like that contact was pleasant.

“You expectin’ trouble?” Fett asked, not batting an eye as his daughter snaked her long neck around his own and got a better grip on her chew strap with a low hiss.

“Not exactly,” Ondler replied, portioning out three bowls, which Maul was good enough to disperse with a little help of the Force. Fett glanced at the hovering dishes, but Ondler seemed completely unfazed. So the Mandalorian snatched up his fork and dug in. “But it’s not wise to expect the best out of Hutt run worlds. Best to be prepared.”

Maul said nothing, adjusting his hold on Melicent. She traded her grip on his nose for his ear, but she was more interested in the earring in it than biting it. “Papa… mm.”

“Yes, I know I have an earring,” he murmured to her.

“Mm!”

“When you are older.”

“Mm…” The threat of tears in the soft voice made him glance at her, seeing blue eyes full of tears.

“... We can look for something tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mm mm.” And Maul was rewarded by little arms winding around his neck, and a content huff.

“She talkin’?” Fett asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Mm. Not exactly,” Maul said around a mouthful of noodles. “She speaks in her own way.”

“Uh-huh.” Fett slurped up a noodle, attracting the attention of his daughter. He offered her a shrimp and gave it a sniff, huge eyes trained on the small shellfish. And then she proceeded to try to swallow her father’s entire forearm.

“Ack- hey. What did Dadee say? Wait an’ I’ll give it to ya.”

Ullo withdrew her head almost all the way down to her shoulders, looking sheepish. “Dadeeee…” Her neck unfurled itself again and she bumped her forehead on his chin. Fett held the shrimp out again and she gently took it between sickle-sharp, fishy teeth and swallowed it whole. “Mm.”

Needless to say, Ullo got the rest of Jango’s shrimp.

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Maul had been to Nal Hutta before; the stench was still shocking. Which was a statement, coming from him. He wrinkled his nose against the stiff plume of rancid, polluted miasma that seeped into the ship as the boarding ramps extended. Fett’s helmet kept him from the accursed reek, but Ullo on his back and Boba on his front both pressed their faces against their father.

Melicent made a face that Maul had to admit was very like the one he was and put her hands over her nose. Maul tousled her curls as passengers began loading, many wearing air purifiers or simple cloth masks. She also accepted hiding her head in the folds of his vest.

“We oughtta get ‘em… somethin’ before we come here again,” Fett rasped. He tossed Maul a handkerchief from one of this belt patches and then promptly tied one around each of his children’s faces. Boba immediately yanked his off, however, and Ullo nearly smacked her head into the bulkhead trying to shake it off. Melicent tolerated hers all of two seconds longer and then yanked it off, and smushed her face back into Maul’s chest.

Fett and Maul gave each other what, even with Fett’s helmet, was a slightly pained, helpless shrug.

Finally, the last call for boarding was sounded and the loading doors were sealed. The smell faded quickly as the ship’s air scrubbers got to work and the kids relaxed, looking shyly at the crowd of passengers finding their way to sitting areas so they could strap in for the trip. Unlike other stops, the minority was human while the majority were Twi’Lek, Gamorrean and Devaronian. Hutts liked to have the three species under their employ; Twi’Leks were widely regarded as one of the most attractive species in the galaxy, Gamorrean were good security thanks to their toughness and strength, and Devaronians… that was actually a little odd. Perhaps there had been some sort of gathering that was now disbanding.

Maul closed his eyes, and cast out with his feelings, gauging the atmosphere as the engines thrummed, pushing the ship into the atmosphere. The floor rattled under his boots and he moved his hands to cover Melicent’s ears. She gripped his wrists in her little hands, eyes squeezing shut.

The crowd teemed with the regular, normal anxieties. Fatigue. Eagerness to be where they were headed. Worry about things behind. Concern of family. Friends.

Financial obligations.

No money.

Desperation.

Holding the ship at ransom.

Maul’s head snapped up and Fett reacted immediately, a hand dropping to his hip-holstered blaster. But Maul shook his head, gesturing to wait. The thread of emotion and vague thought solidified as Maul focused harder on it, taking hold of it like a taught wire in a dark room, and feeling around for any connections.

“Five,” Maul murmured to the Mandalorian, who quickly relayed the information in a text-comm to Ondler. “Not well equipped. Just hand weapons. I can subdue them easily.” He focused his gaze on Fett finally. “We should put the children down for a nap.”

Fett and Maul moved casually. They crossed their usual traveling spaces, which had little enclaves for baggage storage that had been repurposed to serve as protective enclosures just big enough for their little ones. Melicent’s eyes were large and scared as her Papa disengaged himself from her, but she was quiet. She could feel it, the approaching thunder clap. Maul pressed a confident, comforting caress to her little mind, feeling the fear inside her little heart.

Boba nestled against his sister in their enclave, the two clinging to each other and watching their Buir shut them in. Fett murmured something in Mando’a to them and Ullo made a soft, worried hum, hugging her brother extra tight.

Children safe and protected, Fett and Maul moved together. They winnowed their way into the crowd, Maul directing Fett with subtle tilts of his head. The Mandalorian reacted perfectly, stepping in behind a yellow-skinned Twi’Lek male and shoving his blaster hard into his back. The Twi’Lek didn’t react and began walking when Fett prompted. One down. Four to go.

Maul caught a human around the back of the neck, the pressure immediately rendering them unconscious. The Force caught them and Maul “escorted” the unaware hijacker toward a wall where he bound their hands and feet, and stowed them in a baggage compartment, the crowd and shadowed interior covering his actions.

Fett’s voice chirped in his earpiece. “Got two. They were together. Where’s the last-” The unmistakable peal of a blaster bolt cut Fett off and the crowd flattened almost instantaneously. Fett was hit, the blaster having found the unarmored junction of his shoulder and torso. He went down hard from the close range impact, a Nikto looming over him with a fierce snarl plastered to her scaly face.

Maul threw himself clear across the room, using his own body like a battering ram. The Nikto never saw him coming and while she was built like a wall, Maul hit her in the backs of her legs, sweeping them out from under her. She went down hard, but lifted her bare, spiked right foot, intent on bringing her six inch long, knife-sharp heel spur down on the Zabrak.

Until a blaster bolt amputated the foot cleanly, sending the detached appendage flying across the room. The crowd shrieked, cowering and shrinking… but it was over. That quickly, it was over.

Maul turned his head, looking for who had shot the Nikto. It was Fett. His helmet had slipped off and his face was a shade or two paler, but the Mandalorian’s still smoking blaster was still leveled at the moaning Nikto, an expression of grim determination on his features.

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Ghost House Report: A Requiem For You -SE Jude Jazza Bitter End

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. If you'd like to be added to my translations tag list, please comment below.Thank you, for you support! ☾.

CW: Death, Corpse.

Anne: I’m not lying to you, cross my heart and hope to die,

Anne: stick a needle in my eye……

Anne: ……That’s what he said, but papa hasn’t come to get me yet.

Anne: I’m a bad girl, so maybe papa won’t come to get me.

Kate: ……, That’s not true! Anne, you’re not a bad girl!

I immediately denied it, but Anne just laughed sadly.

Anne: Miss Kate, Mister Jude. Thank you for playing with me.

Anne: Since you both came here, I wasn’t lonely anymore………..goodbye.

Kate: Why are you saying goodbye……?

Jude: Promised ya I’d let ya meet your father. Ya gonna make me break that promise?

Anne: I’m sorry. ……I’m just tired after waiting for so long.

Kate: That’s……

Jude: ……

Anne: If, you both meet my papa……

Anne: I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, and for taking the necklace……

Anne: I’d you could tell him tell him this, I’ll be happy.

Anne finished speaking about her father, and disappeared into thin air.

Kate: Anne…….

I stood there for a while, unable to move, staring at the place where Anne had disappeared.

Eventually, anger began to boil up.

(Why didn’t Anne’s father come to pick her up? Why…?)

Jude: …Oi, look at this.

Jude picks up a file from the floor and opens it, so I can see it.

Kate: “Research Records”……..?

Jude: Records of human experiments that were carried out in this mansion ‘bout 50 years ago.

Jude: And……here’s Anne’s name.

The page Jude turned to was written about Anne.

It’s written that 50 years ago, Anne was sold by her father to the owner of the mansion, and died as a result of experiments.

The owner of the mansion was arrested soon after Anne's death,

it seems the body was left here without being buried.

Kate: Human-trafficking…..from the start, her father had no intention to keep his promise.

Jude: That’s what happens. ……Really, there’s shitty fathers everywhere.

Kate: Jude, is it possible to find her father?

Jude: If you’re involved with human-traffickin’, then you’re a target of Crown. For now, let’s search the room.

Kate: Right!

(……Anne is gone, but my feelings for Anne will never go away.)

(I will absolutely find him!)

That was right after we started investigating the room.

(Huh? This is……?)

Kate: Jude, look at this! The necklace Anne’s wearing……

I showed the necklace to Jude. It had a clover motif.

Kate: Jude, if I remember correctly, the necklace you were looking for also had a clover motif?

Kate: Perhaps……

Jude: ……Great job. Looks exactly like the description I heard about beforehand.

Kate: I knew it! Then the wealthy old man that asked you to look for it is Anne’s father!

Jude: Gonna leave ‘n see ‘im soon. Get depressed ‘n I’ll leave ya behind.

Kate: I’m going with you! I won’t be satisfied until I give him a good punch!

Jude: ……This time leave it be.

Kate: I-I understand! It’s just how strongly I feel about it!

(But….it seemed strange that Jude, who looked as angry as I was, stopped me.)

(He said he wanted to buy land, so maybe he doesn't want to get into a dispute with the other party...?)

After that, Jude and I returned to Crown Castle and made various preparations......

We traveled by carriage and arrived at the mansion of the wealthy man.

It was late at night, but when we told them we were there about the necklace, we were immediately shown to a room.

Jude: I finished looking for the belongings that were part of the conditions set for the land sale.

Jude: Here it is……Take it, and look it over.

Wealthy Old Man: Let’s see.

The old man takes the necklace from Jude, and carefully inspects it.

(This person is Anne’s father. ……He looks to be around 80 years old.)

(Anne had been waiting for a long time.)

When I think about Anne waiting for her father in that gloomy mansion, my heart breaks.

Wealthy Old man: ……This is my wife’s necklace. You found it for me.

Jude: Didn’t even look for it…..Your daughter’s been takin’ care of it, right?**

Wealthy Old Man: Daughter? I don’t have children…….no.

Wealthy Old Man: ……..Can it be that Anne is still alive?!

Kate: ……You remember Anne.

Jude: “I’m not lying to you, I cross my heart and hope to die,

Jude: Stick a needle in my eye”…….Ya said that, but ya broke your promise.

Wealthy Old Man: My beloved wife died giving birth to Anne. I could not come to love that child.

Wealthy Old Man: I thought it would be better than having her raised by me, so I let her go. It was for that child’s sake.

Jude: That child’s sake? That’s what ya say.

Jude: No way ya can live happily in a place where ya can buy a child for a pittance.

Wealthy Old Man: That’s…��

The old man looked away, perhaps feeling guilty.

Jude: So, instead lookin’ for your daughter, ya asked me to look for your wife’s belongin’s.

Jude: Ya didn’t care about Anne, didja?

Wealthy Old Man: ……I don’t have anything to say about that.

Wealthy Old Man: Is Anne still alive? Where on earth……

Jude: — Ellis.

At Jude’s call, Ellis, who’d been waiting in the hallway, came in.

Ellis was holding a small coffin.

Ellis: Here?

Jude: Yeah.

At Jude's direction, Ellis placed the coffin on the table.

With trembling hands, the old man opened the coffin…… to check inside.

Wealthy Old Man: Is this…..by any chance, Anne’s body?

Wealthy Old Man: If that's the case, then that's strange!

Wealthy Old Man: If Anne died young, it must have been decades ago.

Wealthy Old Man: How do you all know, about the promise I made with Anne?

Jude: ……Anne stayed true to her promise ‘til the end, waitin’ for ya at that mansion even after she became a ghost.

Kate: We talked to Anne, who’d become a ghost, and learned about the promise.

Wealthy Old Man: Anne’s ghost?! It’s still here?! Don’t hate me! Don’t curse me!

Wealthy Old Man: I-I never forgot you, Anne! So please forgive me!

The old man apologizes in dismay, thinking that the ghost Anne is somewhere around.

Kate: ……Anne’s ghost isn’t here anymore.

Kate: “I’m sorry for taking the necklace and for not waiting for you at the mansion.”

Wealthy Old Man: ……Huh, what, it’s already gone. Don’t frighten me like that.

Even though the Anne’s ghost had disappeared, the old man didn't seem to miss her at all, but was relieved.

(I can’t believe that Anne was waiting for someone like this……!)

I was so angry that I reflexively clenched my fists and almost jumped at the old man.

Ellis stretched his arm out in front of me as of to stop me.

Ellis: ……It’s okay. Look.

(What……?)

When I tilted my head wondering what he was looking at, Ellis pointed towards Jude.

Jude: Ya broke your promise to Anne. Ya know what that means, right?

When I saw what Jude had prepared, I finally realized it.

Why Jude stopped me when I said I’d give him a “punch.”

Jude: Don’t mind dyin’, don’t mind stickin’ needles in your eye…….that’s what ya promised, right?

While saying this, Jude opened the bag he had prepared and took out a long, thick needle from inside.

Wealthy Old Man: W-what is that……

Jude: The needle that quack doc gave me to punish ya for breakin’ your promise?

Wealthy Old Man: Well, well I never….! ? Stop it! That was just a verbal promise made to child!

Jude: Even if it's a verbal promise, a promise is still a promise.

Wealthy Old Man: S-someone……! Someone please help me!

Ellis: No one in this mansion can come.

Ellis: ……Come on, Kate. Let’s go.

After Ellis urged me to go out into the hallway.

Wealthy Old Man: AHHHHHHHH!!

The old man's screams echoed throughout the mansion.

Kate: — That’s it, okay.

I typed the last letter and stretched. The haunted house report was now complete.

(...That's right. I'd like Jude to check it before I submit it to Victor.)

When I looked for Jude, he was spreading out a newspaper in the lounge.

Kate: Jude, do you have some time?

Jude: Does it look like it?

Kate: I see. I wrote a report on the haunted house, so I would like for you to review it as well, Jude.

Jude: ……

Jude accepted the report without saying a word. Then after a while.

Jude: ……..Long.

The report is returned to me with such simple impressions.

Kate: Y-yes that’s right……

Anne and her father were not the original subject of the investigation.

However, I really wanted to write it down, so as I was getting into it……

As Jude said, it can't be denied that the volume of the report has increased more than usual.

Kate: It may be unnecessary to write this much.

Kate: Still……I wanted to remember.

Jude: Ya mean Anne?

Kate: ……Yes. In the end, I couldn't do anything for Anne.

Kate: So, at least, I could write down my feelings for Anne and mourn her death.….

Kate: ……I wanted to come to terms with the sadness inside me.

It may be self-indulgence. But, all I can do as a fairy tale writer is write down her feelings.

Kate: Also, I wonder if the records come to the attention of Her Majesty the Queen, if she will take measures against similar incidents.

Jude: There are things ya can do without strength.

Jude: Try your best, you’ll be fine….But, fix this.

Kate: Where?

Jude: Here. “The ruthless Jude is deeply compassionate with children”……what’s this information.

Kate: You were kind to Anne. I think you’re very good children.

Kate: Have you, ever had the chance to take care of a small child?

Jude: ……who knows. Everyone has a childhood, so I know a lot about children.

Kate: Jude, it doesn’t seem like you were an ordinary child……

Jude: I was more clever and cute than an ordinary child.

(Cute……? ……There’s no sign of seeing that now.)

Jude: Ya just thought somethin’ rude.

Kate: ……I didn’t say it, so it’s fine.

Jude: Anyway, correct that sentence. Yeah?

After reminding me, Jude left the lounge.

(……Jude’s childhood.)

I can't imagine that he lived a happy and peaceful life that he could explore just out of curiosity.

(But why do I want to know……)

(When I close my eyes, I remember the gentle amethyst eyes that were directed at Anne.)

I can't help but think about the compassion he bestowed on her, and the reason for it.

(...Maybe it's because I wanted those gentle eyes to be fixed on me, even if just once in a while.)

**Jude begins his conversation with the POS using proper English, and then switches to his normal informal speech after he mentions Anne.

My BP was so high with this chapter....primarily because Anne’s sperm donor refers to her as ‘it’ and ‘that’. He doesn’t even see her as a human, but an object. Bitch got what he deserved. Jude calling himself cute as a kid (MY HEART)

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