So, how about LaGuardia?

Early 80's on 11th ave. in the mid 40's. A pimp looking like Huggy Bear, on the real, puts this young girl in the cab. After a few words to her we're off. It was a ride out to Jersey. Out by Ft.Lee. There were alot of cheap motels out there at the time. I don't remember her name, what the fare was, or even the exact motel. What I do remember was that I didnt have much time to talk to this kid. She was young, legal but young. Maybe 18-19yrs old.
I read her like a book, she got off the Greyhound at Times Square, she ran into this guy working the Station looking for girls just like her. Young,wide eyed and impressionable. Within a week she had been raped, beat, brain washed and the posession of this pimp. I could see that she was still cherry, new, fresh. She hadn't yet been completely corrupted by the experience, yet!
I just let out. I pulled out all the stops and attacked everything about this life she was a part of. I ripped apart her pimp, her clothes everything. And then I pulled on her heart strings. How her family missed her.That their love would only give her forgiveness. How she would be welcomed with open arms.
She was in tears,and it hurt me to say this to her but all I knew was that I had to. It was something I had never done before, and to lesser degrees have done a few times since.
We made the right up the ramp toward the bridge, and we stayed right. Right toward the Cross Bronx east to the Bronx River to the Bruckner to the Tri-Borough. Whern we got to La guardia the fare for the cab and a few bucks from me got her to Florida. Miami if I can remember correctly. I know she made it home cause I got a letter. When I pulled it out of the mail box at my Wallace ave. apartment in the Bronx, I knew it was from her. I don't even remember much of the content of the letter, but I always remember looking at the address on the envelope. Yeah, she made it home!