I'm technically banned from giving sexy ladies some of my money for intimate service
For closer to 2 years
Since 31 March, 2020
Fuck your world
Fuck your societies
Fuck your governments
Fuck your financial institutions
Fuck your social networks
And fuck your immaturity
The technical ban for me on paying for intimate service with sexy female partners and / or companions of my choice includes the following territories:
In a similar although not the same way I don't tell a lady what day of the month to menstruate, from the perspective of my physiology and biology, don't tell me when I must, and cannot pay for those services either.
Particularly up until more recently, seemingly more compatible ladies for me show up around time intervals I'm "offline".
Extreme versions of that is me being in the presence of those ladies when I'm in a bed in a hospital, or when I'm too old to qualify for procuring those services.
It's not only with whom
There are other mechanisms of control enforced to dominate the net intimate experience, if at all.
As well as tactics to incriminate prey and siphon them financially and emotionally. I document and publish some of those online at my public Google drive folders.
One of my unique capabilities is I'm emotionally indestructible. I have absolute immunity against emotional abuse, attacks and related traumas. I prove that many times over.
That doesn't imply I don't have feelings for myself and feelings for others. My emotional vitality, stability and power is unparallelled.
My physical being isn't indesructible. Even the world's top formula one cars' engines blow up if they're pushed to hard, for too long, without maintenance.
So after I'm forced back to South Africa for a second time, two of my mandatory requirements for me to participate in intimate activities with sexy ladies, are fraudulently struck out, those being
And my finances
That's following a number of attempts from this end to reach out to the FBI of the United States 5+ months ago with primary focus on the financial warfare against me and / or my business ongoing for years.
As well as several international news reporters with interest in and / or that cover the topics at hand, both direct and related.
Over and above South Africa is previously proven, over several months, to be a location where I either risk ending up in jail, or I risk my life, when I go for paying to have sex with female partners.
Some of the "local" entertainment venues are notorious for patrons being threatened, robbed and / or assaulted by gangs at least almost immediately after heading out from those venues.
Especially if I go for a Bolt or Uber taxi hailer. Those bouncers, gangs, and "private" taxi drivers that patrol those roads are linked to those same clubs. If I don't pay them their fees for their "mandatory" services, they find a way to get that money of mine one way or another.
The entrance fee at some of the more up-market venues at South Africa covers one hour, full service plus the room, with one of hundreds of Thai ladies to choose from, at the sex capital of the world. And with ~70% of my next service provider's fee paid for as well.
I'm physically and financially fraudulently smashed. not only will others do anything to stop me from having sex with sexy ladies, they take it to the next level, again.
My business takes another round of boycotting. The market stops all new business for me while institutions escalate their financial assault against me.
And two weeks after i checkin to a "Jesus is Lord" church guest house at Yeoville, couples (and...) book two rooms at the same time on either side of the room I rent (of the 10's of rooms at the guest house). The walls have soft partitions.
They engage in all night sex and discussions. People aren't convinced the "war is over". Instead, in addition to my life being crushed, they go for breaking my spirit.
Fuck your species
I actually rent a corner room with two other rooms adjacent, those positioned orthogonally to the room I rent forming an L-shape.
Soon after I alert one of the two managers, Dennis [+27-63-545-5885] as to forms of all night disruptions that contribute to my sleep deprivation.
As if by magic
The effects are amplified
More boookings, more often ajacent the room I rent. More people per room. More noise. Until earlier hours of the morning. At the church guest house. That's linked to perpetuating my trauma.
Most anything I say
Is used against me
At least via that channel
There's a possibility I'm displaced from here using the same tactic employed a number of times when I'm forced to South Africa previously. That's to tell me the venue is fully booked on the day I'm to extend. And that's during off season.
I observe a similar effect when I'm at Indonesia. It's when I'm there the situation builds to the point where soon after I arrive at convenience stores the place goes from few to no people to packed.
Those people are all well outside the range of demographics of potential mates for me.
I'm displaced at least nine times on my prior forced visit to South Africa. That never happens once during my approximate decade of travel elsewhere. It's when I arrive at this guest house three weeks prior, I'm one of two "tennants" on the ground floor. Other bookings here are typically for 1-night.
One of the differences
Between South Africa
And elsewhere for me
Is immigration doesn't apply
Uninhibited and apparently without any restrictions and / or limitations, people other than myself have permission to do whatever they want, whenever they want. And wherever they want.
It's at 4am, 21 December, 2021 I smell smoke at the room I rent. And I hear the sound of a lighter repeatedly being flicked. Over and above the loud chatter coming from one of the rooms adjacent the one I go for. Their voices tells me it's at least two males, and one female.
I don't get any sleep yet. At 04:31, I press the stop button on an audio recording app on my phone. I delete that recording since my voice isn't on that recording and / or conversation. I don't feel at ease. My heart rate is elevated.
I smell weed previously coming from the rooms of other guests. Whatever is going on next door, that's different. I set my phone to audio record and I alert the manager on duty who tells me "they crazy kids", and shrugs his shoulders. No further action is taken from that end. The time is now 05:45am and their party is in full swing.
Not only can others
Do whatever they want
Also to my detriment
I decide at this time on this edited version of this report at 06:09am to put a hold on transmitting further information from this end, wherever possible. Since it's likely detrimental to me.
Before I'm forced back to South Africa this second time, I'm at Kenya for ~4.5 months. It's there, I rent accommodation from the same landlord for that full duration and / or visit.
It's on this path as a majority consensus of others I'm to be denied of all social priviledges and degrees of freedom again. And subject to other forms of trauma. Leading me to the point of predicament where I must choose whether I kill myself or not.
To serve as a final test
Of how much
I love myself
All efforts from this end to get off that path are proving unsuccessful for me. It's at this time my CNS is confused on healing and progress. Since whenever I create a possibility of that, I'm struck down again. It's a form of programming that tells my physical system "movement" is harmful to me.
The definition of a victim is "a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action". It's incredible there isn't a force or authority on earth to stop people from committing those crimes against me.
The hate you have for me
Is the hate you have
Soon as I'm able to have another go at living my life - that's what I do. It's for you to see how many times it takes for you to be able to distinguish between "right" and "wrong", or until something else happens.
In reality, experience tells me there's no difference between the two. "Right" and "wrong" is ultimately dictated by those in power. Over and above the law and any policing and regulating authorities that exist on planet earth.
For some of my supporting information on this read and / or download the content from my public Google drive folders at the same level as the link I send you earlier in this report.
I document and publish more of my information indirectly applicable to this report at: https://www.greengazette.co.za/html/slu/