Ladies, there is a path that does not lead to happily ever after–and the dead end path begins with the words “I am not ready for a commitment,” and you walk down the bumpy toad by overriding his objections to commuting to you. The name of that dead end road is “I know I can change him” Lane.
Ladies you are volunteering to be mistreated when you hear him say he does not want a commitment but you do not listen. He will cheat. He will lie. And he won’t feel bad bc he told you what time it was. Do not, I repeat, do not, try to change the terms of the relationship as time goes on. A man knows what he wants and if he says it is not you, believe him. These words sound harsh but they are nothing compared to the words guys use with each other about the women from whom they don’t want commitments.
Touring Honolulu’s Hooker Streets, First Video Guided Tour
— Read on expertescort2018.com/2020/09/14/watch-a-video-demonstration-of-procedures-on-the-honolulu-hooker-streets/
Given the choice of looking at pictures of the woman handing a guy a phone or looking at the woman standing right there, guys are drawn to the pictures. Once they start looking at pictures they almost ignore the woman in the room even when the pictures show that woman!Caroleena, the expert escort
November 19, 2017… get a call 📞 at 5:30 a.m. by someone who saw my number on the site that allows providers to post ads free. He wants to see me a short drive away in Waikiki. I have to work out bc a taut body is my best feature. So of course I am late but only by 10 minutes which is enough to have the acquaintance who served as my 🚖 cab driver fuming. It’s funny to rush somewhere then wait then find out you received directions to wrong hotel 🏙 then walk up 1.5 blocks then wait then appointment time and hence compensation cut in half. Typical time. Glad to ultimately make it worth my while. But I was definitely glad to take the bus and use my bus pass rather than need a cab! I hate the sly, knowing smirk on the driver’s face. I have been told that a single Black woman in Waikiki at night is always assumed to be a hooker. I can’t get mad. In my case this assumption is right on the money. I feel conspicuous, like all eyes are on me and they know what they are seeing. In my case it is not self centered to think I am getting attention because I am. Will I be able to get up to the room without security stopping me to ask, do you need help, miss? They ask if I need help but not once has anyone offered any real assistance! In 45 minutes I will be getting high and none of this will matter.
Make your selfie a cartoon and software
Will report “No face detected”
Eye Opening Pointers
1. Layers of different materials, 2 or 3 layers
2. Cut Panthose for snugness for layer closest to mouth
3. Materials: flannel, terry cloth (bath robe material), lab coat material–like the material used for scrubs. Walmart carries all of this.
4. Scotch Guard the outer layer to repel moisture
Main points in public education for prevention of virus transmission, as of today, July 31, 2020 are:
1. Stay out of groups of more than 10 people
2. Wear masks in public (I a as m not sure if they mean always or only when you’re within 6 feet of another person).
3. Avoid being cooped up indoors with other people. Seek well ventilated areas, breezy outdoor areas are best.
4. MY OBSERVATION: people use a tissue to press elevator buttons, other objects touched by may people. They promptly forget the tissue is theoretically contaminated, and ball it up in their hand for use at the next area of “touch concern.” Use an itty bitty piece of tissue and dispose of it after one use. Without littering!
I was scrolling through the results of a search I did on my site. I put “expertescort2018.com” in the search box and I stumbled upon a 2019 comment written on Savvy Life 101:
When I think about yesterday’s blog about how lonely it can be in sobriety, I had to consider that no one has really paid a lot of attention to the loss involved in getting clean. There’s loss involved in making any change. It is stressful when things work out right. We think we have no right to “complain” about how difficult it can be to succeed and get off the streets or reach some other longed for milestone. But we are not complaining as much as we are expressing the truth. Yes our old life was fraught with difficulties to say the least. But there are things we miss, and we feel ashamed to miss them because we are told they were bad. For example, I miss the way cars would pull over for me and give me that fleeting feeling of being chosen in a life full of rejection. There’s nowhere I can say that given the stigma surrounding being a sex worker. But also, there’s so much emphasis on being relentlessly positive I feel there’s no room to be honest. I am not talking about dwelling on self pity but just talking about the feeling of an experience, knowing it will change but it is my reality now., this moment. So for all of you who have moments of pain, loss, sadness, a lot of bloggers won’t say this: me too! Lol!
I do not advocate drunk driving
Let me be clear on my position. I’m just sharing what one heavy drinker picked up from another heavy drinker in a bar before they both drove home. I do believe one of the guys was a high ranking law enforcement officer who knew whereof he spoke.
When people are given the tube to blow onto , they put their lips around it, as instructed, and blow through their mouths. It never occurs to people to place their lips round the tube, as instructed, and then blow through their noses. A small amount of air will still go into the tube but not enough to “blow numbers.” This is an example of how people can learn things in prison that enhance criminality
One surprising thing about street prostitution is how attached you get
People talk about prostitutes “escaping” the streets. In my experience, people can’t stay away from downtown. They miss it. I don’t know about other places, but in Honolulu, it’s not that dangerous here. I mean, yes, you will absolutely have all of your stuff stolen if you live on the street. Come to think of it, if you are separated from your belongings in any way, like leaving them in your car, you will experience theft. As they say in the American south, this is the stealingest place I have ever encountered. Yet, I never worried about my physical safety. I hear rumors of the influence of high level organized crime I have heard of the Japanese Yakuza or what the local equivalent that Hawaiians call the Syndicate. These are powerful players controlling politics and bulk drug transmission. You would never expect to see anyone from those groups sitting on the sidewalk with the homeless. The people you see who look like they are homeless are not all without dwellings. Social workers help people get services, get off the street, and once the get an apartment there is a big surprise. Crushing loneliness. No one ever talks about how it feels to transition from the street to living by yourself in a box. On the street I can sit with any group of people. There are no fences. No one has the right to tell anyone else to leave a public area, and I have never seen people make a stranger go away. If they think the person is an undercover cop, the people will leave rather than risk angering the police by getting territorial. When people get older, lose mobility, and are confined to one of those wheelchair/scooters, they are daily fixtures in the areas with level sidewalks. There’s an area in downtown called Hotel Street where most of the busses pass through. Hotel Street has a rich history of prostitution, at first catering to World War II enlisted men. Today this street (that also runs through the heart of the small and bustling Chinatown) is being gentrified. Some self important hip bars and trendy eateries now exist within view of what used to be crack cocaine central where addicts privately smoked drugs in tiny 24 hour establishments full of booths where miniature tv screens played porn for 25 cents a minute. The peep shows are gone but the mentally ill remain as well as the dope dealers and addicted homeless
Right along the bus line you’ll see a stop called Fort Street mall. There are stores and lots of people hanging out. A few are homeless but most are not. Maybe they sell dope there. Or maybe they come to visit. After years of doing drugs people can lack longstanding relationships with regular people. The street is one place a person can go where they have to let him in. Isn’t that the definition of home?
Click on the above title to do a bit of eavesdropping into the criminal lifestyle while you are safely separated from the action by the screen. Yes, I am recording, and no, ultimately the participants do not mind when I ask their permission to use the recording because they are on the ath to more money for more dope.
CNN is not impartial and it is troubling
It’s clear to me CNN hates Trump. It would not ordinarily matter. However our American press is supposed to strive for neutrality. Instead CNN is ready to dispute everything Trump says. The network is quick to explain why he is bad. CNN eagerly counts every Trump lie. Someone in the network feeds his family by doing the job of counting Trump’s lies. Why does it bother me? No one at CNN balances the info with the number of times Trump is honest or correct. Trump has to have done at least one thing right or his enemies would’ve ousted him by now. I do not support Trump. But I trust him more than I trust CNN.
I want to hear CNN go against its own position as a Democratic voice instead of a media outlet. Here’s an example of the foolishness we can expect from a top news creator (not reporter):
Chris Cuomo was happily unhappy about the official who did not jump to hypothetically withdraw support from Trump in the hypothetical scenario that described Trump saying “I said that bc I am a racist.” Chris Cuomo posed a hypothetical question he said had nothing to do with anything Trump said. Why would we waste time speculating about something that did not happen? Why bother? To get the words out there. Maybe someone only tunes in long enough to think they hear a report of Trump’s racism.
I would absolutely have to pause to consider if I would support a racist. Who cares what he believes. I only care what he does. Nelson Mandela has some great teachings on leadership and he taught things I never thought of. Mandela had to work with racists who had blood on their hands. People who had helped keep him unjustly imprisoned for twenty years. Mandela knew it had to be done and therefore he did it. He knew to lead you put aside your feelings and you don’t consider the feelings of the people you work with. Only deal with their actions. President Kennedy was beloved by all and considered a champion of civil rights when the truth is he did nothing, zip, such, zero, for civil rights. It was Johnson, the Southerner who signed legislation that protects us as I write this.
August 19, 2020
- HarvardxhookrinHI, from x-street walker to sex talker
Ethical Issues: People don’t know they are recorded while they are speaking. They do give permission after the fact for this blog to feature their words. Anonymity is mandatory. In order to humanize people I know I would have crossed the street to avoid, they need to be totally unselfconscious.
If I did not know the identity of the speaker I would not know who was giving this exclusive inside view into a childhood in crime. She felt confident that her anonymity is safe. I will share this video on YouTube and provide the link. Thanks for listening!
Getting Rid of the names of racists on buildings? Good luck with that. We might as well stop naming buildings after people because no one is going to be able to pass the morals test. We do not know what we will consider appalling in the future that is accepted now. People will look back at us, aghast, and say, “can you believe the ignorance of people at that time? We must remove all remnants of 2020 from the present. And do NOT show their hairstyles from 2020. What were they thinking?” I ask you, if not for these reminders of the past, what will we use for reminders of the past? How many people Googled the word “eugenics” who would never have done so had not Margaret Sanger’s name come up. Didn’t she do a lot for her cause? If I understand it correctly, wasn’t she pro-abortion? There was a time when I would have objected to a tribute to someone who supported abortion. Now, I understand the issue is complex and the main thing I can do is use my freedom to not have an abortion, personally. I do not involve myself in other people’s reproductive decisions because I am not in a position to take care of all the unwanted babies that would be born to unwilling mothers if we did away with abortion. Given the mixed, even contradictory feelings I have, do I think Margaret Sanger is good, or bad? It is impossible for me to come up with The Moral Answer. I will immerse myself in feeling a sense of gratitude that I have a chance to learn of her existence because the information is presented. Leave the names. Let us learn from them. Either that, or do full background checks on everyone, including their stances on stray dogs and littering, etc…Ridiculous
I can understand addiction from the point of view of someone who has had an addiction, and from the point of view of someone dealing with other people’s addiction. Now, I can understand how people feel when they have no clue about how an addiction works and cannot understand how powerful the addiction has overwhelmed another. I am speaking about gambling. Yesterday I discovered through conversation that a long-term acquaintance has been going to so-called “game rooms.” Game rooms are not just for the young. My associate is a senior. He was looking for something new and he found it. I will explain game rooms as best I can from the perspective of a person who as accompanied gamblers and sat next to them while they played.
In my experience, game rooms are establishments where people go to take part in illegal gambling. They have slot machines and large machines about the size and shape of picnic benches with tabletops. The tabletop is some other electronic game that requires the player to watch the screen and shoot the passing digital marine life as it appears on one side of the screen and travels horizontally across the screen until disappearing on the other side. Lots of bright multicolored flashing lights and noises. The “fish game” is hugely popular. The “fish” looks like a twirling blue whale wearing a fedora. This fish is what a gambler must hit to win big. I am told that hitting the fish feels better than sex.
People decide if they are going to go to a game room or choose of one of its many rivals on the availability of the fish game and how often the game is rumored to “pay out.” There are small one or two player versions of the fish game that can line the walls of the perimeter of the game room like slot machines. Some game rooms are the size of a small mom and pop convenience store, or slightly larger. In fact, it is the local mom and pop stores that sometimes serve as fronts for game rooms. There are a few random items for sale in the front. The sparse inventory is supposed to give people a pretext for entering the store where they quickly disappear through a rear door. The larger game rooms sometimes have doors that front the sidewalk.
Now that I think about it, game rooms might be close to big chains like 7-11 but they are never directly next to nationally recognized chains. Game rooms are local endeavor. When I go to the state office that handles professional licensing I glance into other rooms to see what else is going on int the building with its important committees and important people that run things in ways that everyday citizens do not know about. There is extraordinarily little Hawaiian influence in the professional decision-making arena. It is mostly white and Japanese who are in positions of power and authority in Hawaii. But the game rooms are a different story. with people of many colors like an ironic integration success story. A diverse population feeds the jangling machines bill after bill after bill until the pockets are empty. The machines are locked around their bodies with the kind of lock and chain used to secure motorcycles. It is not a complex security system, just a small box within a large box. I do not know if the guards are armed. A few years ago, someone I knew vaguely was fatally shot in a game room. It was rare to have a shooting in Hawaii and the lack of gun violence is what makes me feel brave enough to enter these gambling establishments, especially when I have no intention of playing.
When someone “cashes out,” it means they want to take their winnings and go, or they want to quit before they spend all their money. I have noticed that people more often run out of money than cash out. The money waits in the machines before it reaches its new home. Wherever its new home will be, it is far from the gamblers who gave the dollars up. Korean women, sixty-ish, guarded by large Samoan men are the people I have seen collecting the money. I wondered if they owned the game rooms. They unlock the chain, open the simple door, and take out the money. I have seen proprietors making use of both hands to press the six-inch stack of hundreds together to remove the money without any of it falling. To “work” in the game room as security or as cashier or as someone selling snacks you must be part of a group. Remember, I am not giving you facts, no statistics, just what I think I have seen as my observations have been interpreted through the lens of my experience.
The establishments differ from their neighbors in that they do not exhibit their presence. Windows, if any, have black out curtains. There is no signage to show the name of the establishment. The doors are locked. The locked doors are staffed by large men who watch what is always an elaborate camera system with six or so screens giving various views of the exterior from the establishment itself to 20 feet out relatively small area. The proprietors make sure no one can sneak up on them from any angle. Now and then I have seen game rooms that are quite large, I would estimate, I do not know…about the size of the produce section of a sizable Safeway. Normally the fish game is the star of the show and the big draw. The player is in a cartoon world underwater where cartoon fish swim by, along with other cartoon marine life that approximate the appearance of squid, schools of fish, shark. The player wins the grand prize by shooting the largest fish, the one that swims slowly by and takes up most of the screen. I do not know how the machine determines the fish is hit because it makes no effort to avoid detection, obviously, what with it taking up most of the screen. The fish has no defenses. The person is frantically pounding away on the red button, releasing harpoons that all go in the direction of the hat wearing fish. Looks to me like they should take the whale out. But the harpoons do not hit the target, according to the game. However, although almost everyone loses almost all of the time, someone is always winning. I suppose that example is essential to draw people in. Someone will win and now and again that someone is you! Daily players win like, twice a month.
I was surprised by the amounts people win. I had no idea they win as much as $20,000. The only way to really get excited about winning is to never, ever keep a running tab of the amount of money spent. Nothing makes you feel frustrated in your addiction than a correct account. You feel frustrated but you still cannot stop the obsessive thoughts so there is really no point of that.
I could not get secret video. I go in to sit with people, as I said, and I use the opportunity to read something educational because people feel self-conscious when a non-gambler watches them although they do not say so. When security sees me with my phone out instead of having my eyes glued to the screen of the fish game like, all the other observers, security makes a bee line to me. No one else is interested in the story and they worry that I might be an undercover who is not working with the people they already know. I did not dare chance getting any video. Just like I did not dare put one tiny dollar into the fish game. All I would need is to win and have another problem. A Pyrrhic victory is a win that costs more to achieve than it is worth and winning at gambling is just that sort of victory-a win which is really a loss. That’s why I do not play.
It is way too boring to sit there and watch people feed the machine money. It is also uncomfortable to be around gamblers because they are constantly lying to themselves and me that this is the last one, just one more and then we are gone. They feel like I am watching them and judging them, and I suppose I am but not in a bad way. It is observation I can use for the blog.
Whenever I am languishing in a Honolulu game room, I entertain myself with vague plans to get a box with flashing lights and bells, attach a button that clicks every time people bang on it, until, at random intervals, they are rewarded with less money than they put in. Gambling Does not sound tempting when it is phrased like you are waiting for your turn You must give people the illusion that there is some sort strategy to winning and that they are experts in this strategy. Once you put all of this together, combined with the trick and the sense of danger, the intermittent receipt of money due to your intermittently effective genius is impossible to resist.