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Red Boy

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  1. Masasaktan ka lang bro. Std ndi na cure. Ung heart ache pwde

     

     

     

    STD? What type? You mean, you have it? Did you get it from a therapist or someone else? if my logic serves my brain right, it will be far too convenient to blame it on Therapists. Like, how often do you get yourself checked? But how does the statistics fare that you can get STDs from ESpas versus your office, (assume you have a reputable nloffice that cares about your sexual health) or any shanty you go to just to get your dick sink into a pussy? Now, would those numbers be conclusive? Of course, you can make your claims. This is just an online forum. Your level of logic will tell, though; proportional to how much bigotry you possibly possess.

     

     

  2. Like all the great grand-master gurus have laid down- don't buy the whole f**king cow. That f**king cow probably has a whole lot of other f**king cows following it that it has to take care of- if you are not a rich Croesus with money dribbling down the wazoo, better take a BIG step back and ponder whether your dick should really be making major financial decisions for you.

     

    Also, imagine that every time she texts you that she's "servicing" someone- replace the words- service or servicing with "getting screwed six ways from sundays and having cum blasted all over" for example:

     

    GM: Hi luv, kumusta?

    Thera: Eto (nag service)--> Eto getting screwed six ways from sundays and having cum blasted all over.

     

    Yeah, coz its true, your girl is taking it from guys like me who don't care about your relationship, and guess what, we're enjoying all of her goods. Akala mo lang yun na ikaw lang. Believe you me she licks my ass, she takes it in her mouth. I add a little tip and throw it on the floor where she kisses my toes while picking up the Ninoys. Do you really love that? A piece of meat that can't make it as a human being.

     

    Okay, okay you found the meaning of true love, sige na babanatan ko naman yan mamya mamya lang hanggang lumuwag- then ask yourself what's what.

     

     

    I am now wondering what the difference is between the thing mentioned above and a non-therapist girlfriend being brought to bed by a best friend or whomever she wanted to do it with, apart from the official boyfriend. Between a therapist giving pleasure for money or any benefit that doing so may bring her (and possibly, her family), and a "human" throwing money to the floor, for the former to pick the "Ninoys" up, but only if she kisses the latter's toes: which of these two can be considered as the act of a lowlife?

     

     

    The real girlfriend or wife; pampered, shining in gold and glittering in diamonds from your pocket: f#&ked so good by someone who can f#&k better than you. Maybe she's even paying for the hotel/motel with your money, who knows. Between her and a therapist, who could you say is the better person then?

     

     

    There are stories behind each of these ladies. Stories that we might not even comprehend. Stories that may explain why they opted to do what they currently do. Circumstances and backgrounds, maybe; but who's to say, that if we happened to be in their shoes, we wouldn't do even worse?

     

     

    Sure, maybe some of them willfully manipulate clients. Or "GMs", if you prefer that title amongst yourselves. But what profession doesn't have those "some?" Again, "some" --- not "all."

     

     

    I don't think I should stop thoughts of them changing. Even those "some." Everyone changes. Nothing is permanent. Beauty fades. One way or the other, they would have to change. They will change. For the better or otherwise--- it's entirely up to them. Go ahead and don't give them that, but don't take it away from them too. They could be better, and I am sure a lot of them would, in fact, be better. Probably better than the GMs. Probably even better than anyone. In that note, a therapist is no lesser of a person than you or me.

     

     

    Should we or could we fall in love with therapists? Let us not discount the reality that some people do have the capacity to love better than us, then try to answer that question ourselves. That's if we don't know the answer yet.

     

     

    And yes, allow me to put this in this post: they are humans. And they can be loved. They didn't have to "make it as a human being." They already are. But I cannot bring myself to say the same about the GMs or even myself. Are we?

     

     

    My musings worth maybe, half a cent.

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  3. For someone who claims to be having a great life outside this forum, you sure have a couple of active alternicks who can't seem to detatch themselves from this board.

     

     

    Welcome back. Give my regards to the one who "can hurt you" and the other who also lives a life as big as yours. Thanks for the laughs.


    Let us continue pretending.

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  4. Is like you don't get to f#&k anymore, combine that with very little money to spare for ESpa, perhaps: and the sign of aging? You feel you're entitled to touch the next pretty lady you see. Like she's deperate for you're wrinkly balls or something. And because you also thought you hold a postition of authority, you feel entitled. And you pretend to be a gentleman in this board. That's a bad way to age, Sir, I must say. Of course, you know who you are.


    Soon.

  5. I can talk in different dictions. I learned it from talking to children from an international school.

     

    Then, I speak to myself in social media and forums to make you believe that two actual people are talking. Just to form a story in your head. After all, you can't see me doing it. Or can you?

     

    But don't judge me. I'm just playing with you all. But judge yourself for falling for it.I'm not demented. I'm just a little claustrophobic. I always want a way out of a situation. Even in a place as vast as cyberspace.

     

    I'll see you tomorrow. I'll make promises to you. Promises you'll be dreaming about tonight. Tomorrow, I'll make up a story so I can't, and make you believe that I really cannot. You'll be so convinced that you would even ask me for advice. You're that gullible.

     

    Okay. Maybe I'm crazy. But maybe you are, too.

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