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Anyway, that one that they hired was so good looking that I was flirting with her despite the bad company of the other people in the hostel. Then she used her hand to make the "I have a penis" gesture, and that was the end of that. Although I could not get even an above-average woman looking woman during my whole month down there, it seems they had no problem immediately procuring the best looking tranny in Colombia for my gangstalker to fuck in the room next to mine while I was desperately trying to get a hooker to respond to my response to her ad.
I was speaking with that person one day, "Geraldine," and the topic came around to slavery. I told her that I was fighting against slavery and it was no small part of the concern of my life to be an advocate for those languishing in slavery who no one else cares about. Geraldine told me that I ought not do that, and that I ought to just work on myself, and then she plainly revealed some demonic aspect of herself to me. I had never felt that energy from anyone besides Helene before, it is what Helene calls "being googy." I guess that is the alternative cognitive mode that people go into when they are dealing with slavery situations which would be difficult to deal with in the mode of normal cognition.
It was really remarkable how Geraldine said, "No, don't fight slavery. Just work on yourself," and then she transitioned into this completely other mode energy. I know that other mode of energy extremely well, it is what Helene calls "being googy," but which really means being like an infantile retard. I suppose that is a common practice for slavers dealing with slaves.
Among the few people I mentioned slavery to while I was in Colombia, all of them basically said, "No, we have that here." One lady selling chicken on the street called it Dominus which I guess is probably short for Dominus Obsequious Sororium
More anal zapper now together with the police siren in the road outside.
