Quoted By:
So... that first hostel was a fucking nightmare. The constant sexual torture and the exact same pattern of the sounds banging on my wall as when I was in the apartment I had just fled. So I left early and tried to go to Cartagena.
I got on a plane and went to a different hotel. It was obvious that this was another Mossad-affiliated hotel because the staff all looked Israeli. After I checked in, I went for a walk. As I walked passed some restaurant, a waiter leaned out over the rail of his patio and I noticed he looked just like Mike Lemoine. Then he said something starting in spanish but concluding with the English phrase ,"I'm Mike Lemoine." Obviously, I was not in real Cartagena.
I tried to get a hooker to come to my room. They send me a zeta mutant alien disguise monster in the disguise of a woman with an unshaven vagina: exactly the thing they know I don't like. She started sucking my dick, and it was the worst head I ever got, ever, even far worse that Emily's on purpose blast-of-cold-air BJs. It was really terrible, and my dick hurt from her excessive teeth for about a week after that. Other than the teeth, it was the most asexual BJ in the history of the universe with her mechanical mouth motions on my penis having not even a small hint of warmth. I had my eyes closed because it was so terrible. When I opened them to tell her to fuck off with her fucking teeth, she started making the eyes on her mask do weird gangstalker shit and I kicked her out of my room.
I think the person they sent to my room in Cartagena is the same one the sent to my apartment in Dunwoody after that person had impersonated a woman from my highschool Ronnah Marsh. The terrible BJ technique in Cartagena was the same terrible BJ technique applied when that other person had given me another of the worst sexual experiences of my life. Incidentally, this was the person who I think of as Chris Chan, and is quite possibly Helene herself raping me again.
