I met one ex-fiancee and Bumble and one on Hinge, and the one before that had me meet his family who has a crazy ex that stalks me before the other one who was a rebound which is how I met his best friend...

My gross, white trash extended family is obsessed with me, my sex life, relationships, pictures, career, home, dog, car, and anything else under the sun. They're invasive, rude, and gross. Don't ask me anything. I don't have answers that pertain to you. I am adopted.

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The neighbors spy on me, and they planned a raid of the area that ruined it all. Then they tried to cover it all up. Traffic was completely messed up, and everyone was fleeing the city. This all happened, because lie about me. They pretend to be me. They use my name. They try to steal my identity. They're nosy and awkward. Everyone is weird, rude, and yells at me.

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There may not be a book.

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Send me contract offers with bonuses and an advance.

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Then I'll consider it.

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Anyways...

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My exes from childhood and their families are still obsessed with me. Kids from childhood and their families are obsessed with me. I don't like a lot of people, because they're trashy, gross, and poor. They're awkward and have no social awareness, because they act like attention seeking babies that copy everything I do, say, wear, and eat. They just want to be in my life, which I'd rather choose the people that I be around. 

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They're all nuisances.

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I've known so many people in so many places around the world. I've moved across the world and country since I was a baby. Many people that you don't know are also obsessed with me. Chances are, we weren't that close, and it wasn't that deep. People just want something from me that I don't want to give. Those are my boundaries. I like my own energy. People are shitty. 

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Dating online happened in my early 20's. My bestie got on Tinder and met her boyfriend from Dayton, OH - which I thought was weird. He was nice enough, but I thought she could do better. It's her choice and life but that was my honest opinion based on the vibe and the trajectory. His car was named Randy and looked like my dad's company car from childhood. 

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Tatu CD in the backseat. 

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Some people are born special, and some people aren't. I didn't get a lot of positive feedback unless there were real wins or accomplishments with public events, trophies, and awards. I learned early to earn success as benchmarks, so I've always been competitive with myself to win. My dharma is my lifestyle. 

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I started my spiritual awakening journey when I was 26. That was like a bunch of stuff with another break-up from an ex after a trip to Washington with a bestie. My path led me down. I had visions at 22 that I would take the Buddha path and started my spiritual self-study exploration on my own, as I do with most things that surprise people. I take initiative to pursue my interests and follow my intuitive feelings based on timing and readiness. 

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Personally, I felt like I needed to do something to change my life again. It was the natural next step. I can see my life unfold before myself in my mind's eye. My life has always been a mystery. People don't worry about themselves. They try to pry into other's lives. Their words are poison. Who wants to talk about people like that who lie, because they're distractions. 

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I don't like talking about my exes or mentioning them, because they do not understand that that is the past. They're lame. This is my life and my story. People want to know about me and my life. I'm not inviting them back into my life. I don't want anything from them. It's dead for me. It's been dead. I didn't even love them when we were together, so I don't know why everyone makes a big deal about it. I didn't do announcements. I didn't do invites. I didn't do photoshoots. I barely wore the rings, and threw them away. 

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Just something cool to say at a dinner party.

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I met the other one on Hinge, because he was obsessed with me. They both wanted me to do porn, and would encourage that and that kind of behavior at any available opportunity - completely unwarranted. Even if you tell them over and over and over - multiple times - that you don't want to model, you don't want to do Only Fans, and you don't want to do porn, they will still continue to bring it up. It's a force thing which shows a rapist attitude who doesn't respect boundaries or understand race or love. 

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That about says it all, in my opinion.

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So, let's think about their dads and their moms and their step parents and siblings and extended family and siblings and friends and friends of friends and etc. and so on... 

Ew.

No!

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Christian Serrano was a trans gay who was a porn star and a prostitute. His dad got him into porn, and his mom sold real estate. His step dad does finance and his step sister comes from another dad. His Aunt Sally moved here when he came back. They only cared, because I was there. Now that I'm gone, how much does he bring me up so you'll pay attention to him.

He said he had a twin that died, but he's probably lying like his sister is Olivia Rodrigo. He has a restraining order on her. 

His step-brother has 17 kids on Anna Maria Island and is in the Island Boys gang for the Mexican cartels by the Cortez Bridge. 

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I've met a lot of people online, because I'm lazy and into tech. I'd make a dating app if it weren't for gangs, pimps, and sex traffickers to do romance scams for drugs, money, insurance, land, inheritances, and everything else. That could be a lucrative undertaking. with the right team of professionals.

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I've also met a lot of people not through online. I met them in person at places. I'm too famous to go out now. I get followed, and people approach me weirdly. So, I stay in now. They traumatized and abused Cali, so she doesn't even want to go outside. I have to make it sound exciting. 

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It really was so bad. It was terrible. It was horrible. 

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The yellow men and yellow and white striped women of the porn gangs of whatever network that is were here and filmed movies. It was like a relay race of child porn and abuse. Who knows. They'll just say I'm crazy. They hide in the bushes and go from residence to residence to raid. There were buses, planes, aliens, drones, and people of all colors doing violent things with coolers of blood and organs. They just traffic, and Canada is here too.

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I forget how nasty, stupid, and retarded people are. They're super racist and disgusting. They take everything I say and twist it into a mangled mess of some delusional pervert of maniacal limitless to a place beyond sanity, reason, and justice. They're horribly out of touch. Nobody wants you.

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So, thinking about marriage and family planning has actually been on my mind for the past years, but I have so many options. Had. I had a lot of options, and it's not hard for me to date.  It's easy for me to date.

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I was a city career woman. I had to work. 

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Settiling down and dating down are different things. Love is a word. I don't think that exists. I think stories and emotional manipulation exist for personal gain and benefit for ego boosts and bragging rights. I don't like to brag. I am grateful though. I know that attracts jealousy and evil eye which is why I usually stay low key, quiet, and unseen as possible. I don't really feel the need to keep everyone in my life forever, since we don't even know each other. 

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It's like they treat me like I'm not even human.

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Why would I want to be around that or interact with them?

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Empathy is a two way street. Sympathy is a one want street. Logic is highway. Not everyone is supposed to go on the Interstate. Some can. Who knows why and why not? Would the toll booths or the bridge trolls care to share?

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I've traveled my entire life. That's my humble life brag. It hasn't been a choice. It's just part of who I am and my life. 

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People get so hung up on travel and the delusion of vacation.

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It's just advertising and marketing...

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I didn't want to settle down. I wanted to travel and had some things on my bucket list that I wanted to get checked off the list before doing that. So, I did that. These exes are all littered amongst my travels. I wish I didn't waste my time on them. There are bigger things at play though like international human trafficking systems, drug networks, The Underworld and Underground, and porn. I hate all of my exes family. They're gross and disgusting. I usually refuse to meet them. I'll meet them once just to see if they show up, but I don't like them. I also make them show me their ID.

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I always get the tea first. They always want to meet me. I don't sweat that.

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They want to force me to be a stripper, but I was molested and raped as a child. I quit dance before kindergarten and chose soccer. I also refuse all vanity and sex work, because I know that's where desperation goes to die and feel special. They don't care about anything, and they ain't worth a damn. Those are called collateral damage and liabilities. 

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The food chain.

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Every year's cycle of exes change. They're desperate, and the truly obsessed reach out on LinkedIn. What losers. Some will always hover, so they need the death sentence like Nelson Serrano. They're stupid and jealous of me. 

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I've also rejected the local swinger's group and have been the target and central victim of an international elite pedophile ring, Cali Cartel and Sinaloa cartel violence with North Korean psy-ops, Canadian surveillance and druggs, Russian spies, Chinese spies, Middle Eastern spies, Dutch AI, Swedish digital publishing, Ecuadorian Blood Magic and gangs, cults and the occults, Mennonites, Miami bullshit, the women in black, the men in white, the yellow man, and the color purple.

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I honestly think that if anything deserves love, credit, fame, attention, respect, admiration, support, nurturing, funding, opportunities, deals, second chances, endless Mulligans, and infinite blind eye's turned - its me.

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I think I earned that in the Sunshine State, because I know the dark side of the moon - as a Korean American Swiss educated ex-patriot repatriated Chicago socialite and technology professional in the most chaotic times in American politics and history since the Civil War and Great Depression.​​​​​​​​

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Cheers to globalism, I guess!

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May the sluts die and the divine fly!

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xoxo,

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