Turning face, I want to be loved, admired, to be cheered by the fans, for them to sing my song. No more giving my attention to people who don’t deserve it. No more interacting with low-vibration people, they are dragging me down, the negative energy, it’s messing with my aura and affecting the trajectory of my progress. I am turning face, I want to be a star and an inspiration to all like the Brahma Bull. I want to be the guy who opens doors for coming generations. I want to inspire, no more excuses and a life of mediocrity, I want to grace covers of major magazines and appear on the big screen. Best in the world like CM Punk, CM Punk, CM Punk! No more giving my power to people who don’t deserve it. If I stay longer then I am paid less, so let’s decrease the hours while maximizing on the quality. I am turning face, no more Mr. Bad guy, no more low-blows and you ain’t gotta acknowledge me anymore, just a fair and honest fight and if I lose, I accept. I am turning face, I am the good guy now, YEAH, I want to be cheered by the fans, I want them to sing my song. I have integrated my shadow and motherfuckers know better than to take me on, cause I don’t back down and I deliver my receipt with conviction. I am turning face, hustle, loyalty and respect like Cena, time to appeal to the broader audience, make them believe in a hero, make them believe in dreams, cause anything is possible, you just need to keep pressing. I am turning face, I want to be a role model to millions of people, instill good values, teach good morals and ethics, to be a good person. Yes, assholes still exist but I am better equipped to deal with them, I’ll kick their ass while pandering to the audience because I am a master of showmanship now. YEAH! I am turning face, because no one could displace me at the top as a heel, I’ve been carrying the show alone and I need some connection. I am turning face and that’s the bottomline cause I said so. Having beer bashes with the fans like Stone Cold Steve Austin. Turning face cause I need to be relatable to the crowd. Turning face cause I need a different crowd. Turning face, I want to be cheered by the fans, I want them to sing my song.
On the square for the opening of a dolls house pt. 2. Full house, the place is buzzing and excitement is in the air. Nothing is better than a filled up theatre on the square, the energy is contagious. It’s close knit, intimate and warm. The laughs rebound and echo in the auditorium, you can hear every sound, every gasp, every comment from the audience and the view is in your face, up close and personal, no matter which seat you take. Every seat is a great seat, even the seats close to the pillars.
The show is a great one, it captivated the audience throughout. It’s humorous and explores subjects on self-identity, marriage, traditional gender roles, love and freedom. Nora Helmer comes back after 15 years to the family she abandoned in search of herself. Not much has changed except that the children have grown. The helper (Anne Marie) stepped up in her absence and raised them, neglecting her own life and children in the process. It’s not like she had a choice, she’s not from money, she had to do whatever she could to survive. Nora became a successful author in that period, writing books that serves mainly the female demographic. She questions the institution of marriage and monogamy. Is it worth it? Does it make sense? Why is one partner enough for a lifetime? Surely, I am not the person you married because I’ve changed, you have changed. I am reduced to a role and expectations and I am not myself anymore. I don’t even know who I am anymore, I am subsumed by your domineering character. When relationships start out, it’s all fresh, it’s new, it’s exciting, we go out of our way to woe the other person, we role play, we do things that we will never do again to gain access into that person’s life and once we do, we relax, we become complacent, we stop trying so hard, the relationship stales up and we lose ourselves.
It is this type of writing that gets Nora in trouble with the law. It is this type of writing that empowers her female readers to leave their families. She also finds out that she is still married with her husband, she initially thought she was divorced but her husband didn’t post the paperwork. She wants a divorce but her husband Torvald won’t give it to her. She involves her daughter, hoping that she can convince her father. Eventually he relents and gives it to her but she doesn’t want it anymore.
This is a awesome play, it had the audience laughing out loud, there were also ironic stares from the cast to the audience, breaking the fourth wall, at times it was as if they were talking to us directly. Some uncomfortable laughs from the audience because of the realism of the content. There was range and different states in the performances. The performers had chemistry and overall flow – they were outstanding! The costumes were retro, they gave a 1800 – 1900 vibe. The story is perfectly paced and the scenes clear. The set, writing and lighting – all great!
Bianca Amato plays Nora Zane Meas is Torvald Charlotte Butler is Anne Marie Simone Neethling is Emmy
Congratulations Barbara Rubin and the whole team for a great show and a deserved standing ovation!
Earlier in the year I was feeling bummed out. Progress was there but money was on a snails pace. My mother was on my case and I couldn’t do anything about it because I was still living at her place. Like your peers are ahead and you aren’t even running the race. What she didn’t see is that I was still building a base. I am doing this alone, I have no connections. You are mistaken, you need to do your corrections. I am driving straight to the top and I have the directions. Making babies is easy all I need is an errection. My so call friends think they are better than me. Thinking because they bought beer they birthed me. So I got water and stayed in the social environment. I exist besides you not because of you. Money was at the root of my problems and so I was depressed. My friend came up to me and wanted to know why I was so depressed. It wasn’t something I could explain or something I wanted to talk about. She left it at that and went out to buy some beer. When she returned, she asked me if I wanted to squeeze her boobs and I replied in the affirmative. Then we drank beer and listened to some music. It was a clean job, I was good as new and all it took was just boobs, beer and piano. She’s a phenomenal girl.
Mesmerized by the female anatomy, my view of life changed when I saw her naked for the first time, fellas think I am whipped and acting without autonomy, banished from the world like a criminal for his crimes. But all that talking is benign, I love girls and they are all mine. Maybe I am whipped but that’s a sign, I could never commit to what happens after nine. I am crazy for girls and pussy is my asylum. I don’t discriminate against hot mums, instead I make them cum, hither to the great man, lick until the whole body go numb. I am a lover of girls, the fellas can take a hike. I prefer to be with a lady who can ride me like a bike, grinding and swirling all around my spike. I am a lover of girls, flip the switch with my tongue to turn off her lights. Nibble at her breasts to savior the moment cause they such a sight. I love girls, they are soft, smooth and have bosoms. The pussy is the best part and it’s at the bottom. While balls are a running gag cause they just dangling, hanging like a piñata. Swing on the balls and the man tumbles on the floor like a piñata. Balls are ridiculous, I have them, God was too conspicuous. Subtle is powerful, that’s why pussy is delicious. I am a lover of girls, even the ones with a strap-on and who wanna sit on my face. I can be submissive, you can be on my case. Dominance is your game and a strap on helps you save face. I am a lover of girls, they are life but they started as a hobby, interested in all types of bodies, make her moan and cry like a toddler who’s sobby. Girls are my profession, I’ve been addicted ever since, that’s my confession, they help me reduce stress and lower the tension, I could never do without them, they are my pension. I am a lover of girls, can’t do without them like an addict with a pipe, love screwing with them because of my pipe, make them wet and dripping with lust like a waterfall without the pipe. Line after line, I keep snorting cause they give me a high, intoxicated by their feminine aura, would take a poor girl even though she’s not Oprah. Round them up in my ark like Noah. I am a lover of girls, hypnotized by the sway of her moving body, everything changed when I saw her naked body, the homies lost their significance, I stopped chilling with them cause they are insignificant, she’s the girl who made me lose my innocence, now I am a lover of girls who can never regain his innocence.
On the 12th page and I still haven’t found something to jerk off too. My tolerance is high, things are not the same anymore, being exposed to big breasts doesn’t do it anymore. I think Google has a profile of what I consider the perfect pornstar. Big breasted but not too much, pretty, ethnicity or race not a factor, athletic and multifaceted with positions, takes the initiative, silicone a big no, I need something that will jiggle like jelly. Girl-on-girl hot but ridiculous with a strap on, cause after she fuck you in the pussy she wants you to suck that plastic cock. That’s dumb as a rock. There’s a lot you can deduce from a lady with a strap on, always on top and dominant, not willing to relinquish control. It ruins the whole experience for me, girl-on-girl is meant to be about reciprocity. Brazzers doesn’t do it anymore, it’s far to exaggerated. I understand the lust and the uncontainable libido but it’s far too x-rated. Rimming off the table, that’s not debated. Hardcore with anal is something that will never be curated. Threesome is perfect provided my conditions are met, two girls, two pussies and they must be wet. Two guys ruin the fantasy and I’d rather not partake in the act. One dick equipped with a pair of balls is my solemn pact. You can have more girls but the ratio of guys must be low. One dick for three pussies to commence with the show, or one dick for two pussies if you are slow. Strap-on’s are a no! They got no soul and she’ll know. XXX I love a man eater who will suck you off and lick like an ice cream cone. Cookie monsters too, she needs to scream when your tongue is in her zone. Now on page 16, avoiding the amateur stuff because they use models who are younger than 16. Big studio stuff is regulated and professional even when they enlist teens. I prefer models who take pride in their work and not too perverse, they ones who stimulate you and your partner so you are able to converse. Page 21, my cock is flaccid, my enthusiasm is flat like Coca-Cola without acid. How can I trip when pussy isn’t my acid? I’ve run out of pornstars and what I have on my feed is not stars. Maybe I’ll click on the video where they fuck in the car. Pussy licking at this stage is like a wound from a scar. XXX I need to check out new categories, maybe BDSM, I could be a sadist, the moans and groans are louder, the pain is thrilling, it gives you a rush, you feel alive, you get to explore the body like a voyager and when you arrive, you come like a waterfall, liberating your spirit from the prison of your body. XXX, I think I want to be in that story.
I love money. It makes me happy, everything costs something and with money I can buy what I want. I can go shopping, I can spoil my loved ones, I can help out at home and I can buy food to survive. I am a fast money kinda girl and I prefer getting money on my own. I am young and I know how to make it, all I gotta do is watch out for the police. Why do I gotta hand my money to a pimp? Give a nigga a cut for all my hard work to support him and does he support me? Not a 100% cause he got more bitches. The emotions of other bitches, it’s stressful, there’s a lot of emotions and problems, it ain’t worth it, just headaches. You also can’t leave when you want to because the nigga own you and when you try to leave he’ll beat you to a pulp and take your your stuff leaving you in the numbing cold and where you gonna go? You don’t know anybody and you don’t have a place to go. Being with a Pimp, nah, it ain’t worth it. Although you still gotta know how to work a corner, it’s competitive and bitches are sometimes territorial, especially if you are pretty and young, you become a target but most of the time there’s a camaraderie and we stick together. I am happy doing this alone, I don’t need friends, I don’t trust anybody, I prefer to be myself and stick to getting this money. Any girl can do it, you don’t need special traits or a pleasing personality although the latter helps cause they all gullible. One time, a young white girl came up to me saying she hadn’t done this before, I told her to stick with me for the day and in two days she was working the streets on her own. Once is sufficient to have you coming back for more, I see it every time. Cause when you need money and someone give you a $100 note or $120 it feels like a jackpot, like free money because sometimes you ain’t gotta fuck. Some guys just want somebody to talk to so you just offer your ears and be a compassionate soul, some have foot fetishes and just want to suck your toes, like I said jackpot, free money. Still, I can suck your dick for $30.
I am 19 years old now but when I was younger, I would get an excess of $2000 per day. I started off when I was 15 but I was on and off. Being with other girls led me to this profession. I remember a time when I took showers to rush back to the streets. Yes I was a minor but they believed what I told them and best believe I told them I was 18, but it doesn’t matter, they don’t care in any case, they fucked me even though they suspected I was a minor. The guilt made them pay more, $400 or sometimes even more. Young pussy is tighter. Nowadays money gets slower by the day. If I work from 5am I can get $1200 – $1500 on a normal day, $1000 on a slow day. My clients are mostly regulars and they pay $200. I charge them $150 – $200 depending on the client to use my room. I also work the internet. You can get good tips but only if you are not arrogant, be sweet with them, don’t rush him to nut, it’s a process and everyone runs on different schedules. When you are sweet to them, they like you and might ask you for your numbers. I don’t do anything I am uncomfortable with like kissing, like why, you don’t know me, what if I have STD’s, what if you have STD’s? It’s risky, I don’t compromise my life in that manner. I am the sweetest person ever and I don’t do bad things to anyone, I just live my life. I smoke weed but that’s just about it. I come from a nice home, good mother, I have brothers and sisters, everything changed when my father went to jail. I’ve been to jail too for prostitution obviously and that’s where I gave birth to my child. My mother is raising her. They don’t like that I am operating the street but what can they do? I am grown, they couldn’t stop me even when I was a minor. I know what I do is risky and dangerous and that’s why I don’t recommend this to anyone, anything can happen and chaos ensues. These days more and more minors are doing this, I was a minor when I started this, a 24 hour whore doing it every day and at any hour and although I am not a minor anymore, I am still a 24 hour whore. I’ve have never been raped, held at gunpoint or anything like that. The worst thing that has ever happened was getting out of a moving car, it was an attempted kidnap. My skin was grated and I had to go to hospital for a few days but I am still alive. It’s a fucked up attitude that will attract life threatening situations like rape and being held at gunpoint. Also you gotta know how to detect bullshit, your life depends on it. I love myself, what I do doesn’t affect my self-esteem in the least, I love everything about myself, I know I am pretty, I can’t stop looking at myself in the mirror, I love my body, my ass and everything about myself. I don’t need anyone else to love me. Cause what is love? How can you believe that someone loves you? Show me you love me. Put me in a better position, buy me a big house, buy me a Rolce Rolls, do something. I don’t want love, I want money and yes, happiness too, because I do want to be happy, life is nothing without happiness. That’s why I don’t like friends, I don’t like associating with other girls because there’s too much drama, all they talk about is pimps, fucking pimps, smoking weed and other drugs but no money! When you are in this industry, you don’t need friends, money is the only thing that matters. I regret not finishing high school but I have it in me to get a degree. This is not going to be my lifestyle forever, when I am in my 20’s, 21 to be precise, I will be where I want to be and I’ll quit.
I am not him, it’s wrong that you compare me to him. It’s not fair, you claim you over him yet you connected like an active sim.
I won’t do it, I just won’t do it, I’d much rather let you walk away. It’s going to tear me apart but I won’t let you lead me astray.
I am not him, you have history and he taught you everything you know. Your love was pure and as white as snow.
I could never taint the canvas you created with my dirty brush. You were his girl and you were my crush. Every time we locked eyes, I just blushed, emotions spiked, time moved faster and I felt I was rushed. I could never give you what he did, I’d be flushed.
I am not him, he was your first serious boyfriend while I was just a boy-friend. What he did with you fills the deep end, while I am busking in the sun and walking on land. We two different people and a compromise is quicksand.
I won’t do it, his shoes are too big to fill. You were a virgin before him and he taught you how to feel. I am not having it like a promiscuous girl on the pill cause, you still rave about him like his paying the bill.
Nope, I am not him, you’re not ready to move on. You holding up progress and your tears are a turn off.
I am not him, it’s wrong that you compare me to him. Your constant on and off Makes my heart go dim.
I love cookies, num, num, num, num! I devour them to make you cum, cum, cum, cum! Oreos are my favorite, I like to lick what’s in between like a serpent to taste the air. Twist it into two to make it a pair, lick the white off to show some care and pound the black like you wouldn’t compare. I am a cookie connoisseur, I explore under hoods to locate the perfect spot, stick my tongue in to enter the lot, and abuse the inhabitant to send me to court. I am a master of the clit, they go bananas like split cause my tongue game is so lit. Cookies are my favorite, I am addicted, it’s like fame. Whether breakfast, lunch or dinner, it’s all the same. Sometimes I’ll eat them as a snack and hide the shame, different brands tend to cause pain, it’s viewed as infidelity and I am not vain. Truth be told, I can’t commit to one brand till I am old. Variety exists and different brands are sold, and so I am bold, eating all the cookies in my zone. Experimenting and licking everything like ice cream cones. Although I don’t want to be alone, I can’t let go of the different cones, they satisfy and give me pleasure, I won’t do it, they are apart of me like bones. I love different cookies, I spit on them before I eat them, to mark my territory so nobody else can eat them. Pink like strawberries, I taste all of my ladies. Kiss the lips to savior the taste, slow and smooth and never with haste. Make her ejaculate fluids like paste. Attention specialist, make her scream in overtime. Do it again the next time, spotless to remove the grime, just to prove this is my crime. I love cookies, num, num, num, num, I lick until you go numb, numb, numb, numb as long as your reciprocate and give me brain cause I’m so dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
A man who has money is beauty for women just like how men look for beauty in women. Granted you wouldn’t marry a woman for her beauty but it sure helps. Money is attractive, money is intoxicating, it has the promise of fulfilling all your dreams. Visions of not having to struggle anymore, gracing balls wearing designer clothes burdened with sparkling diamonds that hang on your neck and wrists, driven in luxury and escorted by royalty. Which girl wouldn’t want to be Cinderella for a lifetime? This time the magic doesn’t dissipate, the clock keeps ticking, the fairy godmother on speed dial and the glass shoes keep on multiplying. Living in Mansions, walking on marble, oversighted by crystal chandeliers, swimming in heated pools and served by foreign butlers. There enters the Gold digger, the manifestation of every man’s fantasy. She represents a tunnel in the repressed subconscious mind. She fulfills you in every way you desire. She subjegates herself to you, granting you power. She soothes and fills what’s lacking in your life. She is your escape in a world were routine triumphs. She is exciting, new and forbidden, uses her body to make you yield into the temptation of her bosom. You can squeeze if you want to, that’s the whole point. She’s yours for a price. The esteem and prestige of being your wife, but no prenups. Also, she wants to be included in your will, a stake in the inheritance fund and half of everything you own and oh, she’ll get it all. Her cunning intelligence guarantees it. You are her gold mine and she’s not letting go. Unlike the typical woman who operates with the right hemisphere of her brain, she is a blend of both hemispheres, she is both feminine and masculine. She is not just a woman whose emotional and acts on her feelings, she thinks, she plans, uses reason and logic, she has drive, she is ambitious! You are the route to her Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags, bespoke designer clothes, red bottoms heels and summer vacations in Monaco.
It was difficult to defend against the Blitzkrieg attack because it enveloped the enemy and crushed it with great speed. It gave you no time to think, no space to move, you were crushed by the weight of the attack. The perfect gold digger is akin to a blitzkrieg attack. You’ll never see it coming, she will crush you and dispose of you faster than the speed of light. Great gold diggers will seduce you, play to the repressed qualities of your being, ascentuate their body features, lower the pitch of their voices, play the demsel in distress, regress to a childlike persona, dominate through passivity to sink their claws in, marry you for your money and then divorce you. They are the definition of deception and smokescreens, they disappear like an illusion, like a dream, like it never happened. After you it’s on to the next one. You have to admire gold diggers because they are ambitious, they are driven, they have will, they want a good life and you are a means to an end. Gold diggers have balls, what makes them great is their ability to tap into their masculine sides while maintaining their femininity. That ambition will get you everything in life. I would love to be a Hugh Hefner, a magnet for gold diggers. To be surrounded by young, hot, beautiful women and have the relationships be platonic and transactional, using my pool and walking around the house in nothing but their birthday suits, oh Hugh cracked the code, the Playboy Mansion is heaven!
antakalipa 