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What hurt worst was the disrespect. J/K the pain was much worse.

I couldn’t sleep.  The idea that someone might be held against their will at that place was messing with me.  So I came up with a plan.  A really stupid plan.  I drove out to Havana.  When I was a couple blocks away from the club I called 911 and said that a woman wasContinue reading “What hurt worst was the disrespect. J/K the pain was much worse.”

Leg(work) day

I used my finding spell on Evan and Freddie’s friend.  It’s not like remote viewing or clairvoyance.  When it works, I just know where I need to go.  You ever see one of those little weird buildings that could be an auto body shop or an exterminator or a place saying they can fix yourContinue reading “Leg(work) day”