WHITE TRAFFICKER TARGETS MOSCOW TO CORRUPT RUSSIAN WOMEN

Following the thought of Saint Paul, nothing human is alien to me. I look for news under rocks and I do not turn my nose up at anything, as long as I escape the conventionality of official gazettes that are the voice of their master. When I was a correspondent in NY I always returned to the news from the inside out.

I was always right to the point that on one occasion they were about to expel me from the USA.

OK. The war in Ukraine is fought on many battlefields: military, technological, propaganda (through Hollywood and the Internet that is offering an unreal image of life in the West) and social.

Young Russian girls who are usually very pretty are served on a plate the apple of Eve that is apparently very healthy but rotten inside so that they take a bite. These poor girls unfortunately fall into the trap.

Good. In this regard, I have taken a stroll through the pornographic portals of the Internet.

I have walked through the berreaderos (how these girls, my daughters of my life, moan or pretend to moan so that the mite of the voyeur who is behind the screen jerking off falls and that in most of the times does not go to the pockets of these poor pupils but to the cohen)

I find myself in the infernal rooms of masturbation.

How it must smell there: of vaginal discharges and cum. I cover my nose. I have never seen so much human filth.

With a click I have descended into the hell of white slavery.

A phenomenon that tramples on the rights of women, making them the protagonist of vice and the object of women. For these rustlers they represent nothing more than a clitoris to be displayed in the courtroom.

They are the Slavs of the 21st century.

I cite a case. That of a Polish white blackbird and a Russian woman. He offers her the moon and the stars, when you come with me I'll treat you like a baby: a hundred television channels, a supermarket nearby, a luxury four-room apartment to live in, etc. And she is a beautiful Russian woman recently captured in the chat. Beautiful, a true Germanic beauty, with blue eyes, born in Koenigsberg, the homeland of Kant and later called Kaliningrad and now Gdansk when the USSR fell.

They communicate via chat. Apparently, the Polish White Blackbird has managed to seduce and enamor the Russian Venus, who spends hours in the apartment watching American films that she doesn't like and takes users for a walk through the city in the far East, in the heart of Siberia on the banks of the Ob.

When the moaning and long-distance intercourse starts, the tone is diabolical, I get quiet and leave them alone.

When I return I find them happy and satisfied (the beautiful one, a 47-year-old woman with a big heart but a nymphomaniac) and making plans for the future.

He promises her the moon and the stars, you will be the Tsarina of Poland, but in the dialogue I catch a phrase that shakes me: “I will buy you. You will be mine” the White Blackbird promises to go get her to celebrate Christmas even if he has to walk a distance of three thousand km.

The Russians do not give visas to Poles because Poland is hostile to NATO.

Never mind the white slaver, a generous Romeo, who squanders tips in the chat, will overcome all difficulties with money and bribes.

The case made me realize what is happening not only with the white slavers but with the slave traders who are enemies of the white race who have as their motto and password “we will conquer it with the wombs of our women”.

It is the strategy of the globalists.

We are committing suicide. Here everyone sticks their head in the sand like an ostrich.

I fear that the beautiful Siberian seduced by the Polish Apollo will later be abandoned and will end up in some brothel in Amsterdam, Warsaw or Berlin.

She is forty-seven years old. She is a good-looking mature woman, soon she will be old. Victim of her own unconsciousness.

I raise my eyes to the Christ on my shelf and pray for her.

Putin must win this war to crush the head of the snake that crawls.

She is a harpy with the voice of a feminist woman even though many of her henchmen wear trousers or a cassock. Beneath is the Beast