Cheyanne is pregnant, sells her body on a Camden corner and shoots dope every hour. Her arms are rotting. The state took her kids. A john once tied a noose from her neck to her ankles, so every time she nodded out she choked herself. Where will she be next year? "Probably dead."
Camden, New Jersey. 7 years of heroin and crack. It started in a hospital bed, with kidney disease and a Percocet prescription. It ended on Broadway, getting in strangers' cars.
She has three kids: 12, 11 and 2. The state has them. She hasn't seen them in two years. "I don't want them to see this."
$600 to $700 a day. On a good day. "It's degrading. I belittle myself." The last time she got high was five minutes before the camera turned on. The sores on her arms are eating her skin. "That's from the filth."
The john tied something around her neck and ran it to her feet. Every time the dope put her out, her own legs pulled the noose tight and cut the air to her brain. Her legs gave out. She went down. Somebody had to bring her back.
Does anything make her happy? "No. Nothing. My kids. I don't got them."
Six months later the same camera found her in the same streets. Still using every hour or two. The infection in her arms is worse. And now there's a belly. She found out 4 days ago.
In the video below she tells them she's pregnant.
The father? "That's not a man. That's a boy." Is she going to the hospital? "Today." Where will she be in 6 months? She smiles: "Shining."
Some people will say she has no right to put another baby through this. Others will say the system took three kids from her and never once tried to save the mother.
She has a cosmetology certificate. She wanted her own salon.
Will this baby ever meet her clean?
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Cheyanne is pregnant, sells her body on a Camden corner and shoots dope every hour. Her arms are rotting. The state took her kids. A john once tied a noose from her neck to her ankles, so every time she nodded out she choked herself. Where will she be next year? "Probably dead."
Camden, New Jersey. 7 years of heroin and crack. It started in a hospital bed, with kidney disease and a Percocet prescription. It ended on Broadway, getting in strangers' cars.
She has three kids: 12, 11 and 2. The state has them. She hasn't seen them in two years. "I don't want them to see this."
$600 to $700 a day. On a good day. "It's degrading. I belittle myself." The last time she got high was five minutes before the camera turned on. The sores on her arms are eating her skin. "That's from the filth."
The john tied something around her neck and ran it to her feet. Every time the dope put her out, her own legs pulled the noose tight and cut the air to her brain. Her legs gave out. She went down. Somebody had to bring her back.
Does anything make her happy? "No. Nothing. My kids. I don't got them."
Six months later the same camera found her in the same streets. Still using every hour or two. The infection in her arms is worse. And now there's a belly. She found out 4 days ago.
In the video below she tells them she's pregnant.
The father? "That's not a man. That's a boy." Is she going to the hospital? "Today." Where will she be in 6 months? She smiles: "Shining."
Some people will say she has no right to put another baby through this. Others will say the system took three kids from her and never once tried to save the mother.
She has a cosmetology certificate. She wanted her own salon.
Will this baby ever meet her clean?
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A stranger walked up behind Michelle like he wanted a hug. He choked her until she blacked out, raped her and took everything. She's 24. Girls stabbed her in the liver and lung for a 50-cent lighter. Two of her sisters shoot up on the same streets. And her own dad threw her out.
Northeast Philadelphia. "A really nice neighborhood. No drugs or nothing." Mom and dad together until she was 15.
Then the boyfriends. One got her on Percocet 30s. The next one showed her crack. Her sister got her on dope. Two of her sisters are out here too: Tina, 36, shoots dope. Melissa, 26, shoots meth.
At 21 her dad caught her on pills and kicked her out. She has been homeless in Kensington for 3 years.
She was asleep outside when a group of girls tried to rob her for a 50-cent lighter. The knife went half an inch into her liver and half an inch into her lung. In Huntingdon Park a man came up from behind like he was going to hug her. He strangled her until she blacked out. A week ago a guy punched her in the face because she wouldn't give him oral sex. There's a fresh scar on her forehead from a car crash. 6 stitches. "Some guy literally crashed the car trying to kill us both."
In the video below she explains how a girl from a good family ends up here.
What does she do for money? "Working on the street." 2 or 3 dates a day. Does her family want her back? Only if she stops. They kicked her out. Does she want to stop? "I'll probably be doing the same thing in 6 months."
Some people will say she had every chance and threw it away. Others will say a 24-year-old with schizophrenia shouldn't be sleeping on a sidewalk, no matter what she's on.
She wanted to be a weather reporter.
"You live to die, right? So what's the point?"
How many girls like her are out there tonight?
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Two months ago Amber was clean. Today she lets men have sex with her for $20, just so she doesn't throw up and soil herself from withdrawal. Her mom has a year left. And she says two of her friends who worked these same corners were found on the train tracks. Without their heads.
July and August she was in rehab. She was doing good. She stayed on methadone, then decided she wanted to be off everything. The lower the dose went, the sicker she felt. Then Xanax. Then crack. Then dope again, to come down off the crack.
She got out of the hospital yesterday. They had set up rehab for her. The day she was supposed to go, she left.
She used to make a couple hundred a day. "Now they want to have sex for $20. And I'm at the point where I'll do that just to get well."
Her last hit was two hours ago. She's already starting to get dope sick. Her mom has cancer. Her dad was hit by a car and is waiting on a lawsuit. "Everybody's going through their own problems. I don't want to dump mine on them."
In the video below she tells you what's happening to the girls who work those corners.
When did she last eat? She doesn't, really. Is she scared to die? "It's frightening." What happened to her friends? Girls robbing their dates, she says. Two of them were found decapitated on the tracks under the El. "They never found him."
Some people will say she had her shot at rehab and walked out the same day. Others will say nobody should have to sell herself for $20 just to stop throwing up.
She's been on life support before.
"Stop. You're getting killed. Please stop."
Is anyone listening to her?
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Kristina is 39, weighs 80 pounds and still shoots dope into an arm that's already paralyzed. The infection is in her bones and blood. A tumor in her brain she's too scared to cut out. She begged the ER for help. Security just dragged her out sobbing: "You did this to yourself."
"I hope I don't look too scary right now." That's the first thing she says to the camera.
She used to have it together. Making $2,000 to $5,000 a week as a stripper, bartender and waitress in Atlantic City. She was on her way to nursing school when her SUV flipped three or four times. Then the brain tumor diagnosis. Then the pills. Then Kensington.
Her boyfriend cheated and left. The new one smokes crack, steals from her and just got locked up.
She points at her neck. "See the scars?" She woke up with an abscess there. Three surgeries to drain it. Her hand has a bone and blood infection. Her arm barely moves. She still injects into it, because it's "pretty much paralyzed" anyway.
In the video below she shows what the dope did to her body.
Did the hospital help? Frankford Jefferson told her she did this to herself and had security drag her out. Did anyone protect her? They robbed her disability check 3 times this month. Someone is ordering Ubers on her card right now. Does she want out? "It's like I'm under a spell. Like the poppies in the Wizard of Oz."
Some people will say she chose the needle, so the hospital owed her nothing. Others will say a 36 kg woman with a bone infection shouldn't be thrown out of an ER for any reason.
She has seen her mom once in over 20 years.
Who should've caught her before she fell this far?
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She slept with over 10 baseball players in one year, and a sports agent hand-picked every single one of them. He'd take her to a bar after Diamondbacks games and introduce them. A year later she posted photos with a shirtless Gronk, and Gronk had to go apologize to Robert Kraft.
She was 20 when the Gronk photos came out in October 2011, him shirtless, her in his game jersey. Then she went on Boston radio, and the story went back to 2010, when she was still a teenager in Arizona.
On the radio she put it simply. He would "kind of use me to get baseball players to sign him as an agent."
How many players?
"Over 10." All in 2010.
Did they sign with him?
She believed "a couple" of them did.
Was she paid?
She said no. She said she wanted to.
And Gronk?
She swore nothing happened. "I really, really, really wish it would have happened."
The agent refused to comment. Gronk said he never meant to hurt the team's reputation.
Nine months later she sat in front of a webcam in her kitchen and read a page from The Power of Now out loud. "Remove yourself from it."
Then she said it. "I was promised a lot of things whenever I got in that industry." "Nothing's happened. I can't do it anymore." "I'm only 20 years old. And the earlier I get out of this industry, the better it's going to be."
That video has almost 900,000 views.
Two months later she posted another photo with Gronk from the same day. Topless this time.
In February 2013 she was back to performing.
Some people will say she chased athletes for clout and cried when the clout ran out. Others will say a grown man in the sports business handed a teenager around after ballgames to sign clients.
Almost nobody remembers the agent. Gronk got a meeting with Kraft. She got a crying video. He got "no comment."
The players got contracts. She got a reputation.
Was Bibi Jones a clout chaser who went after athletes, or a teenager the sports business used as bait?
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Stacy McCall was 18 and had graduated from high school that night. She slept over at her friend Suzie's house. Suzie was 19. Her mother Sherrill was 47. By morning all three were gone. Their cars, purses and money were still there. 34 years later, nobody has been found.
It was June 6, 1992, in Springfield, Missouri. Stacy and Suzie Streeter had just graduated from Kickapoo High School. They went to parties that night and planned to drive to a water park the next day. Instead of staying where they planned, they went back to Sherrill Levitt's house on East Delmar Street. The last contact anyone had with them was around 2 a.m.
The next morning friends came by. The front door was unlocked. Inside, Stacy's clothes from the night before were folded neatly. All three purses were there. The cars were in the driveway. Sherrill's little Yorkshire terrier was in the house, agitated. The only thing wrong was the porch light. Its glass globe had been broken.
A friend swept up the broken glass to be helpful. Over the next day, as many as 20 people walked through the house, answered the phone and touched everything before police treated it as a crime scene. Someone listened to a strange message on the answering machine. Then it was accidentally erased.
The investigation went everywhere and nowhere. A convicted kidnapper named Robert Cox told reporters he knew the women were dead and buried, and said he would explain only after his mother died. In 1997 a tip said they were buried under a parking garage at a local hospital. Police scanned it with ground-penetrating radar years later. Nothing.
No bodies. No arrests. No real suspect. Stacy's mother, Janis McCall, has spent more than three decades searching. She founded a group to help other families of missing people. She still keeps hoping someone will finally talk.
Half the internet thinks someone the women knew walked right through the front door. The other half thinks it was a stranger who saw two girls in graduation dresses and followed them home. Almost nobody talks about the fact that the most important evidence may have been swept into a dustpan by a friend trying to help.
Nothing was missing from that house. Nothing except the three women who lived in it that night.
Were Sherrill, Suzie and Stacy taken by a stranger who has never been caught, or by someone in Springfield who has been keeping the secret for 34 years?
Stacy McCall was 18 and had graduated from high school that night. She slept over at her friend Suzie's house. Suzie was 19. Her mother Sherrill was 47. By morning all three were gone. Their cars, purses and money were still there. 34 years later, nobody has been found.
It was June 6, 1992, in Springfield, Missouri. Stacy and Suzie Streeter had just graduated from Kickapoo High School. They went to parties that night and planned to drive to a water park the next day. Instead of staying where they planned, they went back to Sherrill Levitt's house on East Delmar Street. The last contact anyone had with them was around 2 a.m.
The next morning friends came by. The front door was unlocked. Inside, Stacy's clothes from the night before were folded neatly. All three purses were there. The cars were in the driveway. Sherrill's little Yorkshire terrier was in the house, agitated. The only thing wrong was the porch light. Its glass globe had been broken.
A friend swept up the broken glass to be helpful. Over the next day, as many as 20 people walked through the house, answered the phone and touched everything before police treated it as a crime scene. Someone listened to a strange message on the answering machine. Then it was accidentally erased.
The investigation went everywhere and nowhere. A convicted kidnapper named Robert Cox told reporters he knew the women were dead and buried, and said he would explain only after his mother died. In 1997 a tip said they were buried under a parking garage at a local hospital. Police scanned it with ground-penetrating radar years later. Nothing.
No bodies. No arrests. No real suspect. Stacy's mother, Janis McCall, has spent more than three decades searching. She founded a group to help other families of missing people. She still keeps hoping someone will finally talk.
Half the internet thinks someone the women knew walked right through the front door. The other half thinks it was a stranger who saw two girls in graduation dresses and followed them home. Almost nobody talks about the fact that the most important evidence may have been swept into a dustpan by a friend trying to help.
Nothing was missing from that house. Nothing except the three women who lived in it that night.
Were Sherrill, Suzie and Stacy taken by a stranger who has never been caught, or by someone in Springfield who has been keeping the secret for 34 years?
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Aaron Hernandez was 22 when the Patriots gave him a $40 million contract. Ten months later his friend Odin Lloyd was found shot dead a mile from his mansion. Lloyd's last texts to his sister: "U saw who I'm with?" "NFL." "Just so u know." Hernandez never played football again.
He grew up in Bristol, Connecticut, a high school star whose father died when he was 16. At the University of Florida he won a national title. The Patriots drafted him in 2010, and by 2012 he was one of the best tight ends in the league. That summer he signed an extension worth up to $40 million.
Odin Lloyd was 27, a semi-pro linebacker for the Boston Bandits. He was dating the sister of Hernandez's fiancée. Then, early on June 17, 2013, Hernandez and two friends picked Lloyd up from his home.
Hours later a jogger found his body in an industrial park in North Attleborough. He had been shot multiple times. Investigators found that Hernandez's home security cameras had been wiped and his phone destroyed. On June 26 he was arrested in front of cameras. The Patriots released him about 90 minutes later.
On April 15, 2015, after seven days of deliberations, a jury in Fall River found him guilty of first-degree murder. He was 25. Life without parole. In court Lloyd's mother, Ursula Ward, said she forgave whoever was involved in her son's death.
Two years later, on April 14, 2017, he was acquitted of a separate 2012 double murder in Boston. Five days after that, he was found dead in his prison cell. He was 27. That same week, his old team visited the White House as Super Bowl champions.
Then Boston University examined his brain. It found the most severe case of CTE, the brain disease linked to repeated hits to the head, they had ever seen in someone his age.
Half the internet says football destroyed his brain and turned him into a killer. The other half says he was violent long before the NFL and CTE is just an excuse. Almost nobody talks about Odin Lloyd, who texted his sister that he was with an NFL player because he thought that meant he was safe.
He was paid $40 million to take hits to the head. Nobody looked at what those hits were doing until he was dead.
Was Aaron Hernandez a cold-blooded killer who happened to play football, or a 23-year-old whose brain the NFL had already broken?
Aaron Hernandez was 22 when the Patriots gave him a $40 million contract. Ten months later his friend Odin Lloyd was found shot dead a mile from his mansion. Lloyd's last texts to his sister: "U saw who I'm with?" "NFL." "Just so u know." Hernandez never played football again.
He grew up in Bristol, Connecticut, a high school star whose father died when he was 16. At the University of Florida he won a national title. The Patriots drafted him in 2010, and by 2012 he was one of the best tight ends in the league. That summer he signed an extension worth up to $40 million.
Odin Lloyd was 27, a semi-pro linebacker for the Boston Bandits. He was dating the sister of Hernandez's fiancée. Then, early on June 17, 2013, Hernandez and two friends picked Lloyd up from his home.
Hours later a jogger found his body in an industrial park in North Attleborough. He had been shot multiple times. Investigators found that Hernandez's home security cameras had been wiped and his phone destroyed. On June 26 he was arrested in front of cameras. The Patriots released him about 90 minutes later.
On April 15, 2015, after seven days of deliberations, a jury in Fall River found him guilty of first-degree murder. He was 25. Life without parole. In court Lloyd's mother, Ursula Ward, said she forgave whoever was involved in her son's death.
Two years later, on April 14, 2017, he was acquitted of a separate 2012 double murder in Boston. Five days after that, he was found dead in his prison cell. He was 27. That same week, his old team visited the White House as Super Bowl champions.
Then Boston University examined his brain. It found the most severe case of CTE, the brain disease linked to repeated hits to the head, they had ever seen in someone his age.
Half the internet says football destroyed his brain and turned him into a killer. The other half says he was violent long before the NFL and CTE is just an excuse. Almost nobody talks about Odin Lloyd, who texted his sister that he was with an NFL player because he thought that meant he was safe.
He was paid $40 million to take hits to the head. Nobody looked at what those hits were doing until he was dead.
Was Aaron Hernandez a cold-blooded killer who happened to play football, or a 23-year-old whose brain the NFL had already broken?
Michelle Knight was 21 when her friend's dad offered her a ride. She spent the next 11 years chained in his Cleveland house. Each time she got pregnant, he beat the baby out of her. Bugs ate at her skin. After 8 months without a shower, she didn't recognize herself in the mirror.
His name was Ariel Castro. She still refuses to say it. She calls him "the dude."
August 2002. She got in his car. Then into his house. Then into a room she wouldn't leave for over a decade.
8 months in, he let her near a sink and a mirror for the first time. Her white skin had turned brown. Dried blood, dirt and urine all over her body. Her hair stood up in every direction. Her eyes were bloodshot from months of crying. Deep purple and yellow bruises on both sides of her face from all the times he punched her in the head.
"Is this really happening? Will I spend the rest of my life here?"
She would.
Chained. Starved. Beaten. At night the bugs crawled on her and ate at her skin while she lay there.
In the video below she reads what she saw in that mirror.
Did anyone look for her? Barely.
Did she survive? Yes. 11 years later, in 2013.
Did he pay? He got life plus 1,000 years. A month later he hanged himself in his cell.
Some people will say he got off easy.
Others will say the real question is how a whole street never noticed three women locked in one house for a decade.
She walked out at 32.
How do you even begin to live after that?
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Michelle Knight was 21 when her friend's dad offered her a ride. She spent the next 11 years chained in his Cleveland house. Each time she got pregnant, he beat the baby out of her. Bugs ate at her skin. After 8 months without a shower, she didn't recognize herself in the mirror.
His name was Ariel Castro. She still refuses to say it. She calls him "the dude."
August 2002. She got in his car. Then into his house. Then into a room she wouldn't leave for over a decade.
8 months in, he let her near a sink and a mirror for the first time. Her white skin had turned brown. Dried blood, dirt and urine all over her body. Her hair stood up in every direction. Her eyes were bloodshot from months of crying. Deep purple and yellow bruises on both sides of her face from all the times he punched her in the head.
"Is this really happening? Will I spend the rest of my life here?"
She would.
Chained. Starved. Beaten. At night the bugs crawled on her and ate at her skin while she lay there.
In the video below she reads what she saw in that mirror.
Did anyone look for her? Barely.
Did she survive? Yes. 11 years later, in 2013.
Did he pay? He got life plus 1,000 years. A month later he hanged himself in his cell.
Some people will say he got off easy.
Others will say the real question is how a whole street never noticed three women locked in one house for a decade.
She walked out at 32.
How do you even begin to live after that?
Olivia is 31. Two weeks ago a client pistol-whipped her and then raped her. Somebody cut her dope with meat tenderizer and it ate holes in her skin. Her little baby boy is in foster care. His father died on New Year's Eve. In just 3 years she's lost more than 10 of her friends.
She's from Williamsport, Pennsylvania. She moved to Baltimore 6 years ago. Her grandmother raised her with no alcohol in the house. Then she moved in with her dad, an alcoholic. Half her family are addicts.
She tried heroin on her 15th birthday with $50 she got as a present. By 17 she was hooked. She's been hooked ever since.
Last year she had a son. He's in foster care now. His father died on New Year's Eve 2025. "He's my first son. And he's my baby's father's only son."
In the video below she tells you what her life looks like right now.
What's the most dangerous thing that's happened to her? "Two weeks ago I got pistol-whipped by a date. And then he raped me."
Anything else? Guns pointed at her. Robbed. And the dope: "When I was using needles, they were putting meat tenderizer in my dope. It made me have these scars. It ate my skin."
How many friends has she lost? "I couldn't even count. At least 10 within the last 2 or 3 years."
Does it scare her? "I don't want to be one of those people that passes away that people talk about." Then: "I've kind of gotten numb to it."
Any regrets? "Making that first choice of stepping back into this life. I feel dirty."
What would she say to her son? She starts crying. "Mommy loves you. You're very important to me. I don't ever want you to think that you're not enough for me to get clean. And we're going to be together soon."
She's been clean a couple of times, never for long. Why doesn't she get clean now? "I'm just scared to be by myself." When she gets clean, every emotion and every death she's numbed hits her at once.
She hasn't talked to her grandmother in a while. She's too ashamed.
Her last words to the camera: "As soon as they find out you use drugs, they forget about all that and label you a crackhead, a junkie. But I could be your daughter or your mother."
Some people will say she chose the streets over her own baby. Others will say a woman who was beaten with a gun and raped two weeks ago is crying for her son on camera, and that's all you need to know.
Her son is a baby. His dad is gone. His mom is still out there.
Does Olivia get her son back, or does he grow up never knowing either of his parents?
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Xylazine was eating Danielle alive. Her close friend died of withdrawal inside a police station. She had 3 sons she couldn't see, and she called Kensington "the gate to hell." 2 million viewers watched her and begged her to get out. Then the channel posted: "You will be missed."
She was 30. She'd been in Kensington for 3 years, not counting jail. On the run for over a year, with warrants. In and out of hospitals, because nobody has a withdrawal protocol for the tranq. She kept her wounds wrapped because "it's really dirty out here."
Her videos went viral. Over 100,000 comments, almost all of them rooting for her. Strangers sent her money. A woman in France called her every day. She started talking to her mom again. Her mom struggled with addiction too, and was finally sober on Sublocade. When Danielle showed her grandmother the wounds, they both cried.
But she was embarrassed. Old high school friends kept reaching out. "I used to have my sh*t together and I used to be a mother. And now I'm just a piece of sh*t."
In the video below she talks about her boys.
How old is her oldest? "My oldest son just turned seven." She can't even finish the thought. "I can't even think about them."
How many kids does she have? "I got three sons."
What does she do to keep going? She watches their old videos on her phone. "That's my best friend. I try to keep myself motivated with watching it. But it just breaks my heart."
How long since she's seen the other two? "Years."
What would help? Just a phone call. "I would do anything."
Before that, she tells you what Kensington had become. A 20-year-old girl shot in the head on the railroad tracks the day before. A man who sells turtles on the Ave punched her from behind and knocked her out cold, because she looked like someone else. Her good friend died from withdrawal in the Roundhouse, the city's police headquarters. "People don't believe that. But that's so real."
"I swear to God, I think this is the gate to hell down here."
She swore she'd make it out. "Oh, I know I will."
This was her 6th interview. The channel later posted another one, with a new title: "Our first ever interview with Danielle. You will be missed & love forever."
Some people will say 2 million viewers, 100,000 comments and a mother who finally understood should have been enough. Others will say that's exactly the point: nothing is enough once you're inside those gates.
Somewhere, three boys are growing up without her.
What do you tell her 7-year-old when he asks why his mom didn't come home?
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Melinda is 55 and sells herself to strangers on a Baltimore boulevard. Her daughter lives on the same street. Her grandkids drive past and see Grandma working the corner. She lives in a broken-down car, the drugs ate her nose from inside, and she says the whole world hates her.
She's been in Baltimore for 20 years. She started with weed in high school, not listening to her parents. Then she got married and settled down. 13 years. When the marriage ended, "it was like a death." That's when the drugs started.
She fought it. She got clean. She bought a car with good credit. Just last year she was living with her daughter, clean, part of the family.
Then came the surgeries and the pain. "I took a hit and it stopped the pain. And I was off to the races again." She burned through her savings. Now she's back on the street doing the one thing she always said she'd never do.
In the video below she tells you what it's like to be seen.
How long has she been out there? "About a year where everybody knows I'm doing it. And the whole world hates me right now."
Does her family know? "They know now. You're right out on Washington Boulevard. Everybody sees you."
Who sees her? "My daughter lives right down the street. My grandchildren drive by. She drives by." And she knows what that does to them: "I'm sure it's heart-wrenching when my grandchildren ride by and see me."
Where does she live? "I'm homeless. I live in my car. But my car's broke down right now." She's still paying it off. "It's only a matter of time before I lose it."
What has it done to her body? She stopped shooting because she couldn't find veins anymore. Now the drugs have eaten her nose from the inside. She keeps a tissue stuffed up there for the bleeding.
Is she ready to get clean? "Right now I don't think I'm ready."
And then she says the part that hurts the most: "This is something that stays with you forever. You can't get clean and people forget you did this. That's what you're going to be known as. A trick." People shut doors in her face. "They treat you like you're trash."
She still believes in God. In the Virgin Mary. In Jesus. "But it's a struggle. I thought I was good. But really I wasn't."
Some people will say a 55-year-old grandmother should know better. Others will say she was clean, a car, a home, until a doctor's surgery and one hit took all of it back.
Her grandkids still drive down that street. And there she is.
Your grandmother, on that corner, getting into a stranger's car. Would you stop, or would you keep driving like her grandkids do?
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Tiffany is 27. She shot so much dope into her arm that the nerves died and her right hand is frozen into a claw. They almost cut her arm off. She got 10 months clean. Then she relapsed, and now two older men pay her $1,000 a week. One has a wife. Her family thinks she's sober.
She's from Springfield, Delaware County. She's been coming to Kensington on and off for 8 years. Five years ago she was homeless there.
Then she got the Sublocade shot twice and got completely sober. She spent the holidays with her family. She earned back trust she hadn't had in years.
But she couldn't work. Sober, she used to be a server and made really good money. With her hand like this, she couldn't do it anymore. She went to an orthopedic surgeon and occupational therapy. She felt like sh*t about herself.
Then a bad winter, a relationship falling apart, months of thinking about it. One fight with her ex. "I was like, yeah, I'm done. I'm leaving." She called a friend to come get her.
She just turned 27. She spent her birthday with her family. They don't know.
In the video below she tells you where the money comes from now.
What is she using? "Just crack. Xanax." Not dope. Yet.
How bad did it get last time? She shows her hand. "It's stuck like this. It doesn't open. Nerve damage from shooting up this dope out here."
How does she pay for it? "People that I know. They pay me for my time." About $1,000 a week.
Is she spending all of it on drugs? "No. I go shopping. I go get my hair done. I go get my nails done. I'm not to that point yet. But it does get to that point."
Who are the men? "Older, like sugar daddies." Two of them. "They're in love with me. They would do anything for me."
Are they single? "One, he's single. The other one, he does have a wife."
Did she ever swear she'd stop? "I swore I would never do that sh*t again. I just wanted to be with somebody like a normal boyfriend."
Why not her old hustle? She used to boost with her sister. Now she has retail theft charges. "That was my last resort, doing what I do now."
Is she scared out there? She laughs. "I could flip a switch and people don't see it coming."
She says she's mad at God. "Like, why was this my fate?"
Her advice to anyone heading her way: "Get the f*ck out of here. People are losing limbs. I can't use my right hand." Then she smiles: "Thank God I'm left-handed."
Her last words to the interviewer: "Hopefully you'll never see me out here again."
Half of you will say she's 27, pretty, getting her nails done on a married man's money and choosing this. The other half will say she's one bad week away from losing the other hand.
10 months clean. A frozen hand. A family that thinks she made it.
Does Tiffany stop before it gets "to that point," or is this exactly how it starts again?
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Olivia is 31. Two weeks ago a client pistol-whipped her and then raped her. Somebody cut her dope with meat tenderizer and it ate holes in her skin. Her little baby boy is in foster care. His father died on New Year's Eve. In just 3 years she's lost more than 10 of her friends.
She's from Williamsport, Pennsylvania. She moved to Baltimore 6 years ago. Her grandmother raised her with no alcohol in the house. Then she moved in with her dad, an alcoholic. Half her family are addicts.
She tried heroin on her 15th birthday with $50 she got as a present. By 17 she was hooked. She's been hooked ever since.
Last year she had a son. He's in foster care now. His father died on New Year's Eve 2025. "He's my first son. And he's my baby's father's only son."
In the video below she tells you what her life looks like right now.
What's the most dangerous thing that's happened to her? "Two weeks ago I got pistol-whipped by a date. And then he raped me."
Anything else? Guns pointed at her. Robbed. And the dope: "When I was using needles, they were putting meat tenderizer in my dope. It made me have these scars. It ate my skin."
How many friends has she lost? "I couldn't even count. At least 10 within the last 2 or 3 years."
Does it scare her? "I don't want to be one of those people that passes away that people talk about." Then: "I've kind of gotten numb to it."
Any regrets? "Making that first choice of stepping back into this life. I feel dirty."
What would she say to her son? She starts crying. "Mommy loves you. You're very important to me. I don't ever want you to think that you're not enough for me to get clean. And we're going to be together soon."
She's been clean a couple of times, never for long. Why doesn't she get clean now? "I'm just scared to be by myself." When she gets clean, every emotion and every death she's numbed hits her at once.
She hasn't talked to her grandmother in a while. She's too ashamed.
Her last words to the camera: "As soon as they find out you use drugs, they forget about all that and label you a crackhead, a junkie. But I could be your daughter or your mother."
Some people will say she chose the streets over her own baby. Others will say a woman who was beaten with a gun and raped two weeks ago is crying for her son on camera, and that's all you need to know.
Her son is a baby. His dad is gone. His mom is still out there.
Does Olivia get her son back, or does he grow up never knowing either of his parents?