Do u have a friend that is a prostitute/stripper or work in the sex industry?

relax

you have japanese model dick , every girl , even the ones that fuck you will put you in the friend zone. after they get a taste of american sized cock

Oh it's the tiny divked fat American guy!
I've seen white guys dicks and they were small.
Blacks had long ding dongs!

I do indeed. Stripper.

That friend is now my wife and she has told me some stories about how a lot of them have abusive boyfriends/husbands, take drugs have mental issues etc. Some will do extra in the back for cash.

All I can say is that it is a lot like music or working in most media (I have been a musician, disc-jockey and worked in television); many good but a lot of bad people or at least folks that fall victim to their own insecurities and weaknesses.

The new study showed that Japanese peeps ate growers.
Japanese dicks when they erect it's 3.4x the original size where as americans were only2.4x the original while erect!

Japanese dicks are also harder my friend!

Wow u such a nice guy!!
Good on u!!

I have a friend that did work in the industry, pornography.

I used to work in the "industry"...the biggest dong I ever saw was on a man of Asian descent.

The ladies worked for many different reasons, one was the editor of a new magazine...she worked to keep it going.
Another was doing it to be able to afford her husbands drug habit. She did not partake , at all.
Another did it because she had debts.
Another did it because she was start raving mad.
And the last one to stand out in my mind was the 13 year old.....she would wag school to do it. I never knew why.

That was 30 years ago...I wonder what they are doing now.


Not one lady I knew in the 9 months that I was involved in it , did it because they loved sex..NOT ONE

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I'm a male prostitute and it is the worst job I've ever had. It pays too well to quit, though.

Japanese are some of the hottest young men I've ever seen, with incredible bodies, thin waists and tight little butts and know how to show it off in tight pants. I had a hard on the entire time I was in Tokyo. I wanted to just walk up to one on the train and start humping him.

Are you hot? Or one of those soft, gay guy prostitutes?

Lets slap it on your moms forehead, we will see who's harder.

I hope you are joking

I managed prostitutes for over 10yrs.

Some do it to remember, some do it to forget - but all have dreams they wish to achieve and they feel with this kind of money, they can achieve that life dream.

Most of these girls have something missing in their hearts: their father/mother wasn't there, or they may have been abused as a child, or even worse. Society (madison ave) is also responsible for creating image ideas of what society is to expect, and girls fall for this every time, thinking for example that they aren't good enough or pretty if they don't have the latest fashions, etc.

Some of these girls did go mentally unstable after as little as 1 - 3 months. Some ended hating sex after they decided to quit.

As for me, I discovered occult and symbolism and the New World Order, after investigating what we were doing in Iraq after 9/11. After that, and not being able to drive down the blvd without seeing NWO symbology everywhere was a wakeup call, and I reached out to God to help me and to save me.

I had reached a point where I didn't want to get out of bed anymore. Imagine making $300/hr for every girl on your team, but you don't want to get out of bed.

So one can only go so far in life until they hit the ceiling. In order to transcend this ceiling you must ask God for help.

All of the cars and money and not working doesn't mean anything if you are not ok on the inside. One night a girl in bed next to me woke up at about 6pm as we were about to get up, and get ready for the evening. She looks over and says "are you ready to go get this money daddy?" Daddy is what hoes call their pimp. There was only one problem: Although obviously she was laying next to me in bed, that wasn't her saying this. This was what really freaked me out.

A month or so later I was visited in a dream by a ball of light, showing me the girl and a baby who's face I couldn't make out. The light asked me if I wanted this baby, and I said no because this world is too wicked. Not realizing this may have been a divine event, I probably should have said yes.

Few days later I was brushing my teeth, and I prayed to God to help me.. I said "God if you can hear me, please help me. I don't know what I've gotten myself into but this cannot go on. I'm not happy in my life yet I seem to have everything. Please help me...."

At that very instant, a quickening came over my body as my body began to shake uncontrollably. I was scared in that instance that God had actually heard by prayer.

He did, and shortly there after, God provided a way - an exit strategy for me. It was if I got away with crime, even though I did have to serve a few months.

Those few months were some of the best times of my life, as I got to share in God with other people who have also been searching for answers in life. While incarcerated, many people had never came across someone like me (smart white guy who talks like a scientist with a mexican/black accent) and so when they hear me talking, and then see what im there for, they shit themselves.. Even the deputies couldn't believe it.

Long story short, most people in there were VERY curious about the NWO and their symbols all around us, and also they were very curious on to how they could have ended up in jail themselves - to which I have the answer.

Inside jail, there was some books. Behold a Pale Horse was one of them, but another one was by a Catholic who illustrated the Devil, and how he works:

Often times you will hear murders and rapists parents say "my son would never do such a thing" and the son says " I must have been out of my mind" .. think about it: Why else would a guy rape an old lady for example? Because yes, at the time, they really were out of their mind.

Just like if you picture a young guy on the sidewalk, with his new iphone 5 in his hands... You know you can hit him, take his phone, and get away with hit without getting caught. Next thing you know, you're still standing after contemplating this - that is how fast the devil gets in one's mind, controls the levers, and is out of your mind so fast, as to leave you holding the bag.

Remember: "My son would never commit strong armed robbery" so you can see how this works now.

The wages of Sin is Death.

Way to make up a story bro!

What part don't you believe? It's all true.

Hmmm...really? What's her name, I want to Google her. lol

yeah when it went to god i know its all rubbish lol

Why are you talking about others guys wieners dude?

Since you end your sentence with "lol" I know you are scared. You are scared of what may be true, just as I was after I realized that God actually heard my prayer.

I'm calling you out - Put yourself to the test: Go outside your house or office now, and consider punching out the next person you see and robbing them for their phone or wallet or purse.

Go now, and stand outside, and find someone to rob, but don't rob them, just think about doing it for a moment while you are watching them.
(edit: This in it's self is considered a crime, a felony, called Laying in Wait - there is a reason why it is a crime...)

In this very moment when doing this, tell me what you see while you are considering this and report back.

Odds are you will write that you saw "nothing" in which case my point will be proven, that at that moment, someone else was behind the wheel - just like the girl who looked over at me in bed and said lets go get this money...

Sounds like an experiment best not undertaken...

I'll never tell.

She's been retired for about 10 years now. :)

Used to live near them. 99 percent of them are sky high on drugs..

Shady industry.

Strippers, porn stars, hookers, and the like. Some of the best most fun people I know.

A local libertarian escort in San Francisco fought a police entrapment case and won.

Theyre fun cause they are high on drugs. All the money they make, most of it goes to drugs.

I went to highschool with a girl named amber rayne, im pretty sure she does pornos now!

Hi nwo watcher

Thanks for sharing on my thred...

The beautiful thing I have been thinking about is that we are not perfect and cannot be perfect in the present form.

Only humility to Jesus Christ and God can give us a path to perfection in the after-life, where because of our free-will desire to live by the teachings of Jesus Christ, we will be made perfect. That is the promise of salvation, as I understand it.

I use the Lord's prayer a lot, especially when any kind of temptation occurs to me.

Although it sounds like you have had a beautiful connection w God and I have felt the same, be careful not to desire or need that kind of experience too much--luicifer is a being of light and can appear very loving, too, as can the supposed "ascended masters."

Check out Carolyn Hamlett, Roger Morneau and Johanna Michealsen for more on this aspect...

Peace to you and many blessings!

:)

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i had met once, about ten years ago this reyll nice gay guy, and we were kind of hanging out a lot, and maybe on our way to become friends.he lived in the city i lived in part of the year and in another country's capital part of the year and traveled a lot. so one day over pizza he tells me he slept with 50 people.it was a bit strange he was my age i had like three boyfreinds, but i inquiered about condoms, and he said yep, and i s adi well, enjoy life....few d ays later he showed me an interent site he was advertazing on and confessed he was working as an escort in london, and a few richer arab countries where people pay good money for discression and gay sex.the day he told me he was buying us pizza...i kept thinking he earned this pizza by sucking on evil ppls penis.(what kind of people pay for sex, thy can't be that nice) but i ate sordid pizza and pretended i wasn't that shocked for fear of hurting him....i made the "it's dangerous" argument.. i said you'r hurting yourself.....you don't have to dpo that....but he said it was nice....he kind of picked and choose his jons, and he likes sex and he earns good money for it.....we kept on hanging out for like two weeks more, but i really felt like i was in a bad situation....i did not know him well enough to say "what the hell man are you really going to sit there and defent sucking on old evil arab hypocrites, who marry to please allah and bang you to feel alive", and i cldn't just sit there and nod and pretend like i'm having no problem with his lifestyle....plus he started revieling how much guilt he had he was gay, and how his family is very traditional and it wld kill them to know and he felt like he was sick when he was growing up, and i found out he was studying islamic studies...a gay prostitute imam...hmmmm....of course he had years of rejection and abandonment by his family and surroundings, naturally, growing up gay in bosnia had turned this sweet lovely gay man itno hired sexual help for rich pricks.....i am not proud of this, but i just couldn't deal with having a friend like that....i felt like i could not help him, but i could not support his life style and i did not want to eat sordid pizza and drink sordid lemonade every time he is buying....so i just kept finding excuses not to hang out with him, till he got the msg and stopped calling.....i was not prud of being another person to reject this already plenty rejected man, but i jsut feel very strongly against prostitution and if someone wants to be friends they wld have to be willing to get therapy and quit turning tricks, and this man was not mentioning that as a possibility....

to this day i feel like miralem, that was his name, ws reaching out to me and i judged him, rejected him an abandoned him just like everyone else in his life. i was wrong to do that...i was selfish and thought only about my own discomfort in dealing with a friend messed up in a way that i coudn't deal with. i made myself a promise to always befriend prostitutes and try and be there for them, but i never got another chance and never had another person like that reach out to me.while we are confessing sins i also smoke 3 cigarettes a day even thought i promised my husband i will quit. i am not proud of myself and i might be a bad person too.i felt so guilty i wrote a poem about it, it was a good poem, bt it didn't make me feel better about myself.