I saw some of this when I was in the Housing Youth Training Program; but it wasn't exploitation of the local project broads. We were assigned to a project/housing (never our own, but one close by), and I was assigned to Cooper Houses. On M-T-W I would work with one of the maintenance men, going to the apartments and doing stuff like toilet bowl replacements, sink drains, all kinds of stuff. The crew at Cooper was three dudes, one middle aged Italian dude, one older Irish cat, and this younger West Indian dude named Garfield. This n1gga here.... N1gga was knocking down some of the homeliest broads in Cooper. One time we were in this broad's crib, and we were fixing something, and Garfield was letting me do the work, and the broad came in on some "bout time, n1gga, you know I been asking you to fix this for the longest time", out the corner of my eye I see her hitting him with the look and Garfield tells me something about some piece that we need, to go back to the shop and look for it and bring it back. I go back to the shop and I can't find it, so after like 30-40 minutes, I go back and I'm like "I can't find it", and the n1gga is looking kinda disheveled, and he's like "OK, we'll just work with what we got here " Then I realized what had happened, so later I was like, "nikka, if you want me to leave cause you knocking some broad off, don't send me on some wild goose chase, just tell me and I'll get ghost" So from then on, if he was about to get into something, he would tell me to go chill in the tenant association room until he was done. He was hustling backwards, tho, cause every payday, some of these ugly monsters would be posted up outside the maintenance office looking for him... SMH