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24 HOUR WHORE

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24 HOUR WHORE

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.

Baywatch

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Baywatch

I’m leaking out content, Imma be okay, sitting by the bay watching my influence compound, faster than the speed of sound, my greatness is bound. I am a creative mastermind. I am the best in the world. Classic like Converse, multifaceted and diverse. Most consistent, recurring like a nightmare that’s persistent. Best charisma, exuding presence and power like Alibaba without the Jack Ma. Swagger off the charts. Mr. Never Change and constantly expanding on these parts. I am consciousness, have the enthusiasm of Pamela Anderson on Baywatch, the body yelling Bae watch, tities voluptuous and bouncy you just gotta watch, stock increasing to surprise market watch. Listen, allocate your winnings in an investment that will double your principal, don’t just blow it, don’t change your lifestyle, for what, for who? Pink Cadillac’s aren’t recession proof, gold and art is. Real Estate, Stocks, Land and yourself is. Build something for yourself in the guise of a business. Flashing, that’s what got people killed in a Scorsese movie, splurging on mink coats like a newbie, I mean “what’s a matter with you”, carelessness is a vice and you’ll get what’s due, be prepared to meet your maker cause you on the queue, told you to keep it on the low now your future is doom. Be a Goodfella and take your time, delay gratification and you will ultimately flourish. Slow and steady, you’ll ultimately be rich. Compound interest brings everything together like a stitch and you’ll have the power to light up the world like a switch. Have quality, stay focused and avoid duality. Be diversified and wholesome. Be positive and positive things will happen, this is basic universal law, things slice at the swing of a sword, cause and effect, we are energies and we have an aura, we attract like-minded individuals in our maps. And well the same goes for negative energy too, if you fall you might not come back too soon. Choose wisely, educate yourself and stay on course. The fast lane will only make you a corpse. Keep on improving and make the best out of everything, ultimately it’s your thoughts that color in what you see. When you look at your life do you like what you see? Do you have quality? Do you have the stamina to stay on the frequency of your dreams. Ask yourself the right things. Understand what makes people tick, know the game of power. Elevate to the top with grace and never be sour, ensure the people on the ground are with you in all the hours. Then we win, everything is ours. Sitting by the bay watching my influence scale past towers.

Royale with cheese

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Royale with cheese

Cheeseboy son look at the shoes, look at the watch, look at the car, this shirt costs more than you make in a month. I got the latest gadgets, ladies get wet when they see me, the style screams see me and I know you do. I could buy the whole shop and you know I do. Cheeseboy son, Royale with cheese, charisma scotching hot and the swag is a breeze. Kenny’s family is poor always begging please. I’ll give you a lease on the style so you won’t have to be parasitic like fleas, I take over any charges with interest and added fees cause the presence is huge and intimidating like a beast! Cheeseboy son, can’t tell me nothing, Royale with cheese. Don’t be mad cause I am doing me better than you doing you. Just give me an invoice and I’ll settle what’s due. Buy your love with alcohol and bounce that’s my queue. You can never compare to me that’s cute. Let’s laugh at Kenny, his family is poor. Cheeseboy son, lunch is on me. The bar is open and we can drink until three. No need to worry about the costs cause I got the keys, to unlock any woman with resistance, just say my name and they will cease to show all of this resistance. Cause the name is consistent, make it rain to make her dance like strippers who are persistent. Cheeseboy son, Royale with cheese, look at the pool, it’s heated. My stature is bigger than yours when I am seated. I got maids, I got cooks. I can get you laid, improve your looks. Cheeseboy son, Royale with cheese, I could change your life, only if you’re honest and loyal like a wife, the money could be rife. Cheeseboy son, just tell me what you want and I’ll deliver, you’ll be on your knees, I’ll make you a believer. I can move you up that list and get you that liver, only if you acknowledge your best position is silver.

Receipts

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Receipts

I am on top, its not surprising. I’ve gained the weight I’ve lost to level the playing field. I am in great form, I’ve beaten them all, my competition in the rear end swallowing my dust, cause they always thought we were head to head but I was checking the rear ever since. I’ve beaten them all at their own game, I reflected back who they was. Cause it’s all about consciousness, no person will do you dirty without conscious intent. It’s done on purpose, to keep you dependent on them, to make you suffer, to humiliate you. It’s doublespeak, they say they love you but they don’t give a shit about you. This is about power plays, egos, control, respect and subtle dominance. If you let it go once, it’s going to happen again because it’s a learned response, that’s why you gotta double down or crush the behavior completely. They take advantage of your kindness, they don’t respect you, that’s why you gotta set an example. Strike the Shepard first and the lamb will disperse, make God bleed and everyone will perceive him to be mortal, my nigga, always send a receipt to someone who requires your services. A lot of people are repressed that’s why you gotta deliver that consciousness, a hot slap to the face with fingers imprinted usually solves the case. Nobody will ever mistaken you after that, both feet on the brakes before turning that corner cause people forget who they dealing with sometimes, “shut the fuck up and know your damn role”! Receipts, receipts, receipts, you gotta hand them out, some people think their shit don’t stink and you gotta bring out the air freshener to purify the air. How you gonna black ball me when my balls are black? How you gonna invoice me when I sent all your shit back? I’ve beaten all you niggas, I proved you not on my level, I’ll beat your ass again to echo that you are not on my level. Receipts, receipts, receipts, you gotta hand them out, no free lunch, deliver so it sticks, so no motherfucker takes advantage of you. If you swelling up, I’ve got the remedy to make you calm down, that’s fists, let’s go! If you can dish it up then you can take it, no exceptions Mr. Ultrasensitive and privileged. Receipts, if you can’t dish them up then don’t play the game because you’ll be a target and you won’t be able to pay up, rendering you useless and defaulted. Receipts, receipts, receipts, I’m narcissistic too, I also don’t care and we can leave it to die too. If you want beef, I’ll serve it on a platter, let’s go chief! Receipts, I bring it all day, all night, I reflect you like a mirror.

World Champion

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World Champion

World champion, been at the top for so long, I am bored, I need a companion, doesn’t need to be strong, one to teach these bitch ass niggas to keep their panties on, If you got bush I’ll cut you down to size cause I mow the lawn, you think you on my level, how amusing, yawn. World champion son, a Bible of achievements, I bless you with my words, just one of my endowments, head to head with me is enough to make you lament, aloud, rueing for that last encounter, I’ll give you another chance, beat you and then discount ya. Winning is a vocation, it determines the location, top when you need directions, cause I go hard like an erection and I never stop, all night, all day, banging the competition like a drum, flow intoxicating like rum, dick game sure to make her cum. World champion, I make every woman go numb, drooling saliva from the mouth, I make them go dumb, south, I decimate the cookie, she can vouch, hospitable to let her sit on my face like a couch. For that win, I am a louche, willing to do anything, so I pounce, on that jelly ass, smack it till it bounce. World champion, charisma flunked the test, it’s on steriods, grounded like center of gravity right on your loins, unusual and abnormal, magnetic and opens doors, better than a key, style buzzing and a stinger like a bee. World champion son, look at the girls, look at the section, a sparkling example of winning, change them up like underwear cause we ain’t done sinning. Devour your heart like Lector cause I am a cannibal, command the pussy like Hannibal cause I am a general. Coins underground like minerals, we never flash, we wait for you to disappear then we splurge the cash. World Champion, we have all the gold, history books rewritten and we becoming old. Everyone is beat, on their ass like a seat, they can’t stand the heat. Professional winners, there isn’t anything we haven’t done. The list of competitors is none. World Champion son, the best of the best, you wanna be a pest, we’ll dispose of you, it ain’t a quest.

MONEY

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MONEY

Money makes her smile, emotions flooding through her circuitry, it makes her dance, on poles, on tables just so she can start her stable. To be able, and not depend on anyone, she’ll take the labels. Bitch, slut, yea whatever, as long as she can pay the cable. Money makes her laugh, a deep haughty guffaw that paralyzes the body with bliss. She has a connection with money and it’s more intimate than a kiss. Third base, in bed with money biting it to cause a lisp. If you ain’t got money, she’ll overlook you like an eclipse. Money, money, money makes the world go round. You pull up with your Honda, but it ain’t make a sound. Beastly and animalistic that will make her come, big body with an attitude, prize loose like latitude, breathing fire that expands in magnitude, your Civic, yea that’s kind of cute. Money, money, money can buy you happiness. You can have everything in abundance and won’t have to settle for less. Walking around in mink coats, coasting around the borders in expensive boats. Drinking champagne and eating lobster, associating with celebrities, fucking pornsters. Money, money, money, walking on marble, consumed by majestic views, sights of waves billowing in the calm mountain apartment, carressed by the sun and blessed by the hand of God. Money, money, money, what you want? 9 to 5 money, that’s safe money, slave money, enough to keep you docile and obedient money. That’s not enough money, it’s simply stay off float money, not enough to reach your goals money, you’ll never have enough money. Maybe drug dealer and criminal money? Dirty money, it’s floss at the club money, fuck bad bitches at the club money, stunt what you wearing money, consume alcohol everyday with your friends money, fast money, cold from a bullet from heat money. Maybe stripper money, working the pole money, lap dance money, hustler money, suck your dick money, fuck you and your friend money, daddy issues with no options money. People do anything and everything to get money. We are all brain dead like a mummy, yet the taste still persists, sweet like honey, we can’t let go, we are addicted, completely hypnotized to the idea of money.

Gold diggers

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Gold diggers

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!

Our tits, my son

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Our tits, my son.

My son got born earlier in the morning and I am ecstatic. He is a gift from my ancestors and the Universe. I treasure him. He is my gold in a world that’s been digitized; valuable, tangible, priceless. It’s like falling in love for the first time, I am in la, la, land, heaven, a place of pure bliss devoid of the construct of time. I’ve never felt love quite like this, it’s like I am floating on butterflies through the clouds of the light blue sky. He makes me believe in miracles. There is a God, – he is proof, a blessing. I am thankful and grateful for this opportunity. I will teach him everything I know with an open heart and a lot of love. I will guide him. Help strengthen him to make sure he is the great man destiny intended. I’ll teach him about business and wealth creation. I was lucky I was broke and built an empire out of nothing. Being broke is experiencing your own mortality, it is being vulnerable and helpless to effect change or influence outside stimuli, that’s why I worked so hard to be rich, to have the illusion of immortality, to be invincible. You’ll be invincible from the start, girls are going to be sending you pictures captioned “you could tear this up”- I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’ll teach him about the importance of having an inner scorecard and not one based on external factors. Don’t claim to be anyone you’re not. Love yourself unconditionally. Respect everyone and beware of placing too much value on material things because they end up owning you, depriving you of your peace and happiness. When you say you are going to do something, do it, no excuses, be a man of your word my son. I’ll teach him about girls and women. True, they are an enigma and I don’t know much about their motivations and thought patterns. They are truly a strange species, unpredictable, highly volitile, sometimes unstable, frightening and devastating like a natural disaster. They are difficult to assess and understand, maybe they really are from Venus and us from Mars, it would certainly explain why it’s inhospitable for man; too much chaos presided, women can’t co-exist with one another and I don’t mean to boast but man is returning to Mars. Mars is a great place filled giant screens that showcase football and other sports daily, the home of Elon Musk, Richard Branson and Jeff Bezos, a place of sport cars and super sleek, fast Teslas, pool tables, infinite alcohol and drugs, no tough decisions, no responsibilities and no circumstances. A place of Goodfellas like Scorsese and De Niro but no death, just collaboration, a brotherhood and positive energy.

But in planet Earth, women are useful as you will soon experience. For one they register and process large quantities of data faster and more efficiently. This is important in the matters of life and death, you need a strong counsel. The trick is just to love and accept them as they are, don’t try to understand them or assert your will on them, understand that disaster might strike at anytime and accept reality for what it is – I think that’s what God intended. Just love them because even with all their uncertainties, they are the most valuable species in the whole Universe, they make life worthwhile, they are the nurturers of life. I’ll give you all the information I’ve attained from my interactions with them. I suggest you seek consultation from other wise men who will also share their experiences and knowledge, this will give you a more wholistic picture. I can’t guarantee concise data regarding women my son, no man can, we are from Mars and they are from Venus.

Of course, there’s this issue of the Oedipus Complex. I suspect there will be some hostility between me and you. You want to possess your mother (my woman) and you are rightly entitled to her. I won’t oppose you son, for the first few months, she is all yours. I will refrain from all acts of jealousy. I know you will appreciate those tits more than anything in the world. Your father is a genius, a visionary and I chose those tits for you. I qualified and discarded a lot of applicants for you to have those perfect tits. That’s my early gift to you because I love you so much. Enjoy them, take your time, don’t rush to get old, drive slow and enjoy the scenery and sensations. Those are our tits, my son, at least for now.

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Billionaires are getting divorced

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Billionaires are getting divorced

Billionaires are getting divorced, it’s happening everywhere! It’s started getting mainstream when the world’s richest man, Jeff Bezos got one. He parted away with 4% of Amazon, it’s no big deal, still retained his position at the helm. Made his ex one of the richest woman in the world with that divorce. Ladies, you gotta pick em right. You have options, align them with plan A as the best but have a strong plan B and C. Then Kanye West got one. Kim Kardashian is herself a Billionaire so the divorce process will be smooth, plus prenuptial agreements were signed, I feel this was a great business agreement. The two brands were great together, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian – Kimye, that is amazing! Elon Musk and Charlie Munger have been divorced at least 2 times son. Steve Jobs could have had one if he lived longer, I am almost certain; there’s no ways Steve Jobs doesn’t get a divorce. Even the greatest man in the world, Warren Buffet had some problems; but he didn’t divorce, that would disgrace his name. They made it into a business-like agreement, they were cordial with one another, but the wife left him, things worked out perfectly for both parties as they both self-actualized and lived fulfilled lives. Classic Warren Buffet, a winner in any case, a natural winner, even when he loses he wins; his wife put a younger woman to look after his needs since she lived on the other side of the world, it was someone she trusted, someone with credibility, someone with the right values, someone who could fit into Warren’s tempament like a glove, someone functional and valuable. Just recently Bill Gates got a divorce. Wasteful, Bill didn’t learn from Warren. But let me not blame him, it’s just the climate, Billionaires are getting divorced. Zuckerberg, the world’s waiting for your divorce, no pressure.

Why is this happening? Is it a business transaction? Is it love? Is it happiness and fulfillment? Is it the human touch? It’s tough being in a relationship with a Billionaire. They are so charged-up like a red bull, bullish and long on the next wave like Stochastic.

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Reflections

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Reflections

He said I still don’t know what I want to do with my life and it scares me. The expectations of everyone are putting me in the deep end and I don’t know how to swim. And so I am drowning, overwhelmed by everyone’s ideas of my life. I am reminded of the illusion of time and how I am not getting any younger. My peers are already settled but what does that mean? Because all I see is slow death that creeps on you like tobacco. The life of my peers is the cancer that grows and spreads exponentially. They have stopped living and are on a gradual decline to death. My peers are living quiet lives of desperation. Characterized by doing the same things everyday. Life has become a chore and growth is something that has eluded them. Nihilism creeps in on a daily and they often ask themselves, is this really worth it? Why don’t I just end it now? Isn’t it mercy? This can’t be life, there’s gotta be more!

I am tired of doing the same things everyday. My life is repetitive and I feel I am trapped in a loop. The sex is not all that great and I think my wife is having second thoughts. I am trapped in debts and the mortgage payments aren’t helping. I am slave, prostituting myself for the money and I am not enjoying it anymore. Everything is an obligation and lately I can’t bare to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t know who I am. I lost all my passions. My possessions have become my owners and I live in complete misery. I don’t know what happiness is anymore. Everyone in my life is fake and I have lost real connections. Everyone seeks to use me as a resource. I suffer from depression and most nights I can’t sleep. My life has become a Pavlovian experiment and the trauma is making me suggestible to all the injustices of life. Forced to love my servitude. My life is a propaganda campaign orchestrated by Nazis. The only thing that’s good in my life are my children. They are the glue that holds everything together, they bring relevance to my marriage. But I am happy, at least in society’s books that are massed produced for everyone. I am successful.

How can I look forward to that mode of existence, he reflected.

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