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.”
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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”