More Notes to Stephan

Let's see... you were at one of your lesser gentleman's clubs and you got 'pimped'...your words....not mine. You claim that the word has gone out among the girls at all the sister clubs that you are to be played . You were having fun for four hours before you took a bathroom break from the fun and when you came back...the girls you were spending money on... were all gone to special room with a special guy.

Moneybags...a man of mega level resources... arrives at a certain time and they, the girls... used you as filler...the temporary extraction of middle level resources from a man with a reputation for spending G's...to pass the time until he arrived. You can rely on the fact that your picture has made it through the grapevine of the network...with the girls sending finder's fee to whomever drops a dime so that your favourite girls are notified of your arrival...and the extraction of your wealth is kept within a small cabal of girls who all know one another and refer 'mini whales' such as yourself back and forth to each other. You will see the girls who jetted (for Mr mega moneybags) ...at another club...sooner or later depending on how tired you get of being played. Let's not even speak of the fact that you were being played the moment you first stepped foot in the club. Decades ago.

It was my hope that you will know what to do when next they approach you...for they will approach you. All you need do is listen to the excuses...or worse...lack of shame and excuses used to ensnare you...once again. My suggestion...get a burner phone ...just for your club girls. Place the burner phone in your all night storage unit...(if you don't have one...get one) and only go get it when you have the urge to go see them. And after you have seen them...place the phone back in storage...before you go home. Why? All the girls who make bank have software that not just allows them to know where your phone is at any time. Let's say you are in midtown manhattan at the IRS tax office...and all of a sudden...you get a text from our lady of Brasilia...who tells you that she misses you and wishes you were in the area and if only it were so...for she would really show you a good time. Hmmm. Dude...she already knows you are in the area. She is tracking your phone. In real time. That little dot in red or blue on the screen of her smartphone...is your location. Your gentleman's club girls know where you live...by the way. Eventually you will get an SOS call from one of these girls telling you she is stuck or the boyfriend abandoned her in the middle of nowhere...or the last train left for schenectady and she must have dropped her wallet at work..."Stephan" she'll say...do you know where 71 continental ave is in queens...?
Or worse...if they are enterprising young women...and you have made it onto the Blacklist...then they get text alerts as soon as you get out of the same train station you exit in midtown when you are on your way to the gentleman's club . Yes Stephan..if you'll forgive the grotesque puns....they know you are coming...even before you do. And that group of software have been around since I worked at Fun City, Playground and Playpen. And imagine the conversation that will take place shortly before you arrive...
I'd warn you if it would do the slightest good. But since the windfall you recently arrived at and especially since the first five girls gave you their numbers...you have entered a whole new game with the girls. Slowly you will begin to feel the boundaries of the trap they have laid for you...in conjunction with the corner you have painted yourself into.
Now that you have graduated from intermittent dabbler to habitual dropper of multiple G's per session...they have activated their program for the maximum extraction of resources...taking benjamins...from Stephan ..so to speak. As they accelerate their game...the fantasy you 'address' by coming there in the first place...will begin to diminish in frequency and intensity. You are aware of the law of diminishing returns...aren't you? Don't worry dude, It won't stop you from spending your money. In all probability...it will accelerate spending more...in shorter time frames...and eventually more sessions per month until you start doing two sessions per day....two weeks in a row. That will mark the beginning of the end of your 'pleasure'. I am so sorry you are beginning to see the pickle you are in. That means the ugliness I was hoping you would avoid...you have just entered.
I am very sorry for what you are about to go through. But your guru engineered this for you to learn lessons that will serve you later in life. I just shudder at what comes next.
Your sister, the club girls and your cousin are a cunt's hair away from revealing some really ugly ass behaviour and I hope you escalate your practice of srf techniques to keep the pogrom with your name on it...from coming your way.

When you change your number...you may want to keep that new number out of the hands of cousin, sister and the club girls. If you have already changed your number...and have given any one of these entities that number...change it again. You may even want two burner phones. One for the club girls....the other...for cousin. You may want to also do so before you move. Why? Your sister can track you via phone...especially if she has bribed anyone in the last few weeks. It would be nothing for her to pay a private detective to look up your cell (the phone number you give your cousin) phone number and come pay you a visit in your new domicile. That's one of the reasons I suggested changing hotel rooms every two weeks like clockwork. But feel free as usual to ignore such common sense measures.
That's also why I gave you the 411 on the Inns/Hotels/motels in the event you want to get lost in their various locations for a few weeks...buying you time to bring this nonsense...but very potentially lethal nonsense...to its abrupt conclusion.
Run this stuff by your lawyer. Oh by the way dude. There are things worse than having the girls playing you into spending money on them. All you need do is make one of them pregnant..by spilling your seed in one of these clubs...where one of these 'girls' can get access to it...and if they have a baby with your DNA...your life as you know it...is officially over. You refuse to change your behaviour when you go to these clubs. Fine. Alimony means...ALL THE MONEY...and child support...is forever...

Its 11:08 pm. Do you know where your gurus are?

All pictures courtesy of Pixabay as usual.