I must say before I start that I’m disappointed with Part 5. I was expecting the last part to come up over Part 4, which surprisingly got many views. First, it’s not a race or an ordinary celebrity story. I wish it were so simple. Well… What I’ve learned from the last part: you also hate dumb, selfish people who have weird fantasies as much as I do. 😊 I don’t know where I did wrong; maybe I chose the wrong song this time, maybe the story was too long and bored you, I don’t know. The point is not about rewards, or so. It’s much more than that; I’m much more than a past, toxic relationship or relationships. It is political, denominational, sociologic, and about the dark side of human nature. If something happens rarely, it is personal. If not, it means there is a pattern. Maybe I’m the one who is stupid or the problem guy in this story. It’s up to you. Let’s move on. I’ll keep it shorter this once. the masterpiece

YOUR DREAMSPOT: GETTING INTO TROUBLE HAD NEVER BEEN THIS EASY

The toxicity was continuing at full speed with that sailor. But not only with him, but also with some new players in the game. I mentioned a guy in Part 3 or 2, not sure, and said he became a friend for long years until 7-8 months ago. I met him on the live-streaming platform, you know, which kept me for a while. He wasn’t a bad guy totally; he helped me too. We were living in the same city, we met many times, and he didn’t attempt anything wrong. In fact one time… Anyway, first things first. I’ll tell it in the next episode since it was very traumatic for me. It is about that Mom was caught COVID, as I mentioned it too before. Getting back to my new friend, he was one of my supporters at that time on the platform but not a big one. He preferred to help me in real life, searching for jobs with me and searching for any other solutions. I would like you to pay attention to this point where I bolded.

“What could he have possibly found? "I can almost hear you saying …

I should say that he was mindful of his own business or doing nothing illegal.

But he had a childhood friend who was the opposite. The guy had gone in prison and out for fraud crimes a million times … Although I don’t remember his story, I remember he had had a very bad luck and reached this point eventually. He introduced me to him.

I was shocked! He wandered with two women whom he brought from his hometown, and girls were his workers. They established a system that I don’t remember the technical details of. They had untraceable phones, and they were hoodwinking out of horny, generally old men with the promise of sex and being sure that they deposit a little amount where they withdraw (as I said, I can’t remember the technique) and then disappear. While doing this, they were doing their research on Maps as if they were actually living there, where the scores lived. It made it very credible: they were defining somewhere in the city center to meet, and there were ATMs around definitely.

I won’t lie. Even if I disgusted it, I tried it once. But thanks to God, I failed. I said I couldn't; it wasn’t for me. Nobody insisted, including my friend. Instead, he found a legal way for me by using my writing skills. He knew that I had such a skill. It was me that I told him. So, it revealed that our little cute criminal guy had other projects on the web, like opening a website in the same horny format to hunt our hopeless romantic ATM guys. (You should have heard how they were swearing on the phone when they got the trick… Jesus…)

Hereby, I started to write sexually explicit content for the women who actually didn’t exist under the fake photos for the site to be at the top of Google searches. I was writing literally repugnant things, and I detested it, but the amount wasn’t so bad. The sailor was being the sailor, and I didn’t see any better option. I had to pay the rent and blah blah. Besides, writing was not illegal. I wasn’t involved in any other thing on the website or any other horrible job. Just wrote and submitted. I wrote the next one and the one and the one…

That tied me over for a while, too. Until it didn’t.

See you in the next part.