HUMAN TRAFFICKING. THESE ONLINE PUZZLES WON'T SILENCE US

I managed to find a Siberian woman who was seduced and tricked into emigrating. They promised her the moon and the stars. A luxurious house with ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, Persian carpets and plasma TVs. With all the amenities and ended up in a shack in a remote place. Istanbul? Seattle? The only thing she has is a bed and those electronic traction masturbation devices whose names I don't want to remember. They are disgusting and unhygienic items. The only thing there is a double bed, which, apparently, is unmade and in disarray. In Itkursk, I lived in a sunny apartment with a view of the mountains. The poor girl cried, but tried to be polite and turned on Russian music. I felt infinite sadness and rage. I had to delete the articles and photos I had posted, although none of them were pornographic, because they were counterproductive, judging by the messages her clients were sending her, full of insults and humiliating, unbearable obscenities addressed to the poor woman, no matter how hard she tried to practice the oldest profession in the world in this new cybernetic modality after improvisation and feminist movements. Where are the feminists? The number of women who expose their shame to scoundrels and the sexually repressed on five continents is terrifying. “When I fuck you, I will think of my grandmother, you are a little old,” said one, and another, “I want to stick my dick in your round face,” “Let me smell your ass, baby, I want to get drunk on the smell of your panties,” and so on. Poor Estrella was crying. The suffering seemed to have aged her in just a few weeks, and her face looked dull, lacking the light that belonged in her gorgeous blue eyes. I had to delete my poems. In trying to do good, I found that for her it was counterproductive. Not for me. I am not afraid of threats. I am an old journalist with crooked fangs, and I ignore the insults and bad words I receive in response to my defense of this and other women. However, I believe that my denunciations have damaged the exploiters of women on the Internet. Where is the damn Pole who said: I will buy you, you will be mine and at the same time sent the model large sums of money? He was a professional seducer, a master of deception, making women drool. He is missing. Missing in action. He signed under the pseudonym Raja7. I would not like to run into this bastard one day, because I know what will happen. Now, apart from reporting the case so that the authorities can take action, the task is to ensure the health of the beautiful Siberian. Pray for her. May the Archangel Saint Michael draw his sword and pull her out of the hell these scoundrels have plunged her into.

Saturday, February 22, 2025