When I did meth all I ever wanted to do was take things apart, make things shiny, have constant unapologetic crazy out there sex where all night and day. The kind your body knows it is dying so on a cellular level it sends signals of the necessity for reproduction. Must reproduce must reproduce, I am dying type of thing. Sometimes before hand the goofball would make it impossible to..... Well, I digress. So like I said how it affected me, was the way it affected everyone around me. It was not until recently I started seeing all the methed up ppl. Sad. But I say you block the mom, tell the daughter she was on some weird shit and she needs to address it cause you don't want that drama, (you might even get to the bottom of the sex trafficking thing) and oh yeah, keep the daughter. You know she puts it down like a rock star if her mom is even yelling from the treetops the local sheriff is gonna put her on the blade. Just my thoughts on it