I said OTHER as I had a 2-3 year period where I was homeless and my gangster boyfriend kept me protected. Being homeless in the streets is a horrible experience I would not wish even on my worst enemy. My gangster boyfriend used to send folks out with me to see to it that no one hassled me while I begged for money. I stood at the corner of 2 highways and held a sign that said HOMELESS & DISABLED. Folks would give me enough money for a very cheap motel room and some food like a box of macaroni and cheese. We stayed in a kitchenette unit and we got by.
At first I was not aware of the protection he sent with me, some of his gang members I assume. But one day I was attacked by another beggar who wanted my panhandling spot and his man came right out of hiding and kept things in order, so to speak. I used to beg for the money from 5 AM to about Noon each day, always on the shady side of these highways, as this happened in Florida USA, a very hot semi-tropical area.
Anyway, I gave him sex whether I wanted to or not. In fact, he raped me one night because I was sick and he did not care. From that night on, in a way, every night I was raped by him, as I knew that I had no choice in the matter. DANG!
Someone handed me a little flier about Jesus one day, along with a dollar bill. I accepted Jesus then when I read it, and He is my Lord and Savior now. He soon therafter rescued me from this horrible situation, when I prayed to Him asking Him to do so.