Dear people, I am learning to write, so if I make mistakes, excuse me. I am 48 years old zodiac sign Gemini. I am 190 cm tall and weigh 95 kg. I have been married for 26 years. My wife is blond with blue eyes. We have a son, he is currently a student and studying law. I have several professions, but I present myself as an artist. At the moment I make a living by making monuments and making graphic portraits on marble. I'm in big trouble. From a young age I like the naked female body. In our circles you must have a model. I've been looking my whole life. I live in a small town and I know everyone who is willing to undress. They come to fuck for some money, but not to pose. The whores posed for them. To make a man wonder at them. So one day an acquaintance of mine came with a crippled girl in my studio to ask me for a loan. I had seen him another time in the distance. Krivendelchisa with a crutch. It's only when you see that one leg below the knee you won't get it. However, when you sit down, you cross your legs and you can't say that there is a cripple in front of you. He lights a cigarette with a turban, has nice long brown hair, make-up, I was surprised that he speaks nicely gently with intonation. I thought he was a gypsy. It turned out that she was a 32-year-old Turkish girl. As I left, I noticed that he also had a nice ass. I call myself (the girl is nice, only where she has no leg). So after a few days we see each other by chance and she immediately asks me for money. As much as I gave money, no one returned it to me. As soon as a hunter sensed prey, I invited her to my studio. Not for anything else, but at least not to remain a capo. That's how it started. I like it. At my age I can't go with schoolgirls. And she loves only 32 years old. Because I know I'm in love, I'm careful. When two months later he came to my studio and I was struggling with something, he broke a frame in my head, I realized that the girl loves me. I also started to like her, but I called myself (who but I will like her). My friends started making fun of me. Am I so depressed that I went with this garbage. That's why we quarreled for another two months. She started to give me a reason and I rude to her for her cripple. Then she cried. He calls me. What do you think that if I don't have a leg, am I something different from you And I have a heart, and I have a soul, and I have personal dignity. And I am a man like you with morals. Am I not a whore? He told me many things about himself. Abe is generally overwhelmed by life. I BELIEVED her. I couldn't resist. My heart just opened for her. That's the way things are. Unwillingly, the muse lands on your shoulder. The next few months were the happiest of my life. I didn't paint it because I did a lot of work on the monuments. But because of her, I learned a lot of things in Photoshop. I also took great pictures. Again, because of her, I would buy a computer for my studio. He expressed a desire to learn. Abe, I had some things in mind. However, at one point I got stuck financially. A property was mortgaged to me, and I needed several thousand leva to vacate it. The girl saw how worried I was and one fine day she told me. It was October 4, 2007. Milichak, I'm leaving for Greece. I will come for the new year. Wait for me, love me, dream of me. When I come, I sit on my ass. I'm earning a pension and you're going to teach me the computer. I fucked and kissed her for the last time, hugged her and I didn't want to let her go. When I left, my eyes watered. I knew I wouldn't see her again. My muse covered himself. I was set to wait. But only two days later the daughter-in-law comes to me and roars. What will I do. The cripple lured some pimps with money, and now these people are looking for her. They want either the money or they will take the child as a pledge. I had to dial several phones. I did the job, but so far. My torment began. The crippled no one knew where she was. My heart sank. A week later, she called her mother to save her. She came across pimps in Greece. She was raped. She begged, taking all her money. It was a big spin on the phones. With two phones in my hands, I felt like I was saving our nurses. Only my wife understood. He called me 20 days later. She ran away, came across good people. She worked as a seamstress. She cleaned threads for 500 euros. I turned on the phones for two months. SMS and I started writing them quickly like a schoolgirl. I spent BGN 500. He seemed to love me very much. I went crazy. He called me from different cars. It was time to take a salary, they kept it for accommodation, they would collect a little from her, the boss and he wanted to fuck her. On the seamstress and her uncle wanted to fuck her. She hadn't given it to him. The next day he called me as if nothing had happened. He told me to look for her at certain hours because I was annoying some people. And her messages from love to love. These circumstances kept her addicted, without money, and later I realized that my wife and she called must have brought the girl to a standstill, because one day she called me and cut off my head. He told me. Watch your wife. You know that in difficult times only she can help you. I'm not for you. They proposed marriage to me. Don't call me again. You will be true to me. I was here. To be honest with my conscience and with you, I proposed to her to marry me. He refused me. Only prostitutes ruined families. I kept calling. I'm already behaving, she's married. And so she came for the new year with a boy her age. I saw her for a very short time. On the hand and 4 gold rings. With a new phone. By car. He went to his mother. At 70 km. from my hometown. I kept calling until she admitted on December 31 that she had no husband. We invite guests. The snow confused the work. I got nervous. I had an argument with my wife. She called my crippled girl again, and that was the end of it. He left again. She gave the rings to her mother and sisters. She bought them presents. Spend BGN 1,000 for a week. And knowing that she didn't have a penny. That I gave her my last money. She left with BGN 20. Again with the same boy. What a man she could be if she was stolen and beaten again. But do you see? Thanks to her husband of millions, he and his brothers and cousins saved her. Now she was both wrestling and she and her husband were collecting money for a house. She begged and earned 50-70 euros a day. WELL DONE. BREACHT SAID THE LID COMES FIRST. THEN COMES MORALS. I am a pure Bulgarian, but my best friend is a pure Turk. That he calls me. I hope the girl is lucky. She treated you immorally, like a slut. Whatever you say, we will do with them. I'm not afraid of pimps. But the pain that some simple gypsies spent with me remains. I've been writing for 20 days now, I have about five or six drafts. I want you to write to me. I'm on the verge of replacing the brush with the whip. I have decided. Don't pretend to be small. To leave it in my heart. She's my muse. It is not said that I should only have sex with her. Here I learned to write. I am ready to make an exhibition in her honor and open it on her birthday. If she is in Bulgaria I will invite her. I'm sure he will be impressed. Write me. I beg you. My best friend and girlfriend have given me enough intelligence. I want moral support from you. I have someone to have sex with. I don't care about her sex anymore. But if he calls me and tells me. How sweet you are, I miss you, I love you, I will be the happiest person on earth /
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'But if he calls me and tells me. How sweet you are, I miss you, I love you, I will be the happiest person on earth / '... and I understand you so very well