I'm one of those women. My friends too. Sometimes, jokingly, we dream of a Muslim enslaving us. If we live in a harem, we will not go out, but we will be fed and clothed, and we will eat baklava all day and gain weight. But we joke about it, of course, after our nerves broke at work. Otherwise, I know a single gold digger. For her, this has been a profession for fifteen years. Well, I don't want her life! We used to work together, we hadn't seen each other in years, and once she called to meet for a drink. All right, I say, I go, we sit in an expensive restaurant, we talk. At one point, a 75-year-old man comes, she kisses him, presents him as "my great love" and the evening continues. Then the old man leaves after paying our bill. She gets in her jeep and says: jump, I'll take you. We just get to my block and her phone rings. The man across the street — apparently her official lover — raises a furious scandal about why she hasn't returned home yet, where she is, who she's with, and so on. In five minutes, he says, if you don't take a picture of yourself at home, I'll come and beat you up. She cried (apparently this has already happened). I had to talk to the idiot to explain that here we are - the two of us, there are no other people, she took me home and that's it. Then I call her: Flowers, is this your life? She says: Well, what can I do, here is that old man who bought me the jeep, this sersem has rented my apartment and each of them wants me to be at his disposal for 24 hours, don't ask me how I manage to maneuver. This was my last meeting with this woman. I just wasn't prepared for it to fall that far. And he used to be an excellent reporter, I will not say where, because the site is anonymous, and I do not want to expose it. Author, it is not easy for these women, but they have chosen it. I would commit suicide on the second day if I had to kiss old people and explain to various idiots where I am at seven in the evening. But everyone chooses! Don't envy them, author, because these poor creatures are not to be envied. You and I are independent women who hold their destiny in their hands. We may have a slice of bread and a plate of lentils today, but we are free. And those girls depend on an uncle's mood every day. If he likes it, he will caress her, if he is angry - he will kick her, and she has no word. Another case. I like to browse a second hand site. I come across the ad of a woman selling brand new branded shoes for 40 leva (their real price is 350 leva) We meet, I buy them. Then the same lady released a new offer - she sold a Versace dress for BGN 30. Then - a Ralph Lauren suit for BGN 35. I filled my wardrobe with pampering! And all with a label, undressed! And because we saw each other to hand over my things and now, so to speak, we knew each other, at the next purchase I asked her directly: , costs a minimum of 1000 euros ". She says: no, it costs 1600 euros! And what turns out? Her lover gave her a credit card with an unlimited limit, she can shop wherever she wants and whatever she wants, but she doesn't give her cash. And keep track of every purchase. If they are rags - fine. But she is not entitled to cash so she can't go anywhere. And the woman has a sick mother in Plovdiv and simply does not have the technical ability to go to see her or send her money for treatment. So she buys on her lover's credit card and then sells her clothes, bags and shoes for next to nothing to have any cash at all. She told me that herself through tears. Do you want this life, author? Would you take it?
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Everyone will do whatever they want, you look after yourself.