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| - I was told that this Saint Vincent de Paul is a refuge at night for men and women having an emergency, and that it is surrounded by an iron fence to ensure safety. The first night I went by I wondered if I had the wrong address and was at a brothel instead because I could hear a young female moaning loudly outside as if she was engaged in a sexual act, and I saw a few women huddled together who made vulgar remarks. Then I realized the women were listening to pornography.
The second time I went by I saw women being sneaked through the fence after dark, clearly no one wanting anyone to know they were there, even though I was told that no one is allowed on the property after a certain time, again, to ensure safety. The women acted like they were high, and one asked who there had the (inaudible) because her buzz was wearing off.
Feeling uneasy, I checked the area where this Saint Vincent de Paul is located during the day and there was a swarm of people gathered outside of the fence who interacted with each other like they are running a business and were impatient to get into Saint Vincent de Paul so they could get to work.
So I asked an older, sickly woman who sounded autistic and whose pale skin was rather sunburned from having to be outside what the refuge is like. She blurted out that all the employees on the other side of the fence work for the people outside, and they will torment her and tell CASS security to throw her out until she learns to tell everyone that the people at Saint Vincent de Paul's refuge are "nice". Needless to say, I suspect this is not a refuge.
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