The D.C. Madam sent Guynes to appointments where she was paid to have sex. It took two appointments for her to realize it wasn’t what she had thought. “These men did not care about me,” said Guynes. “They didn’t care if I left their house and went and got drunk and smoked crack or snorted something. They only cared about getting their need met.” “I didn’t have other options at the time. I was merely surviving… out of desperation to live,” said Guynes.
