HIDING FROM SOCIETY: AVOIDING MORE UNNECESSARY AND UNSANITARY BULLIES, AND INFESTATIONS OF GROSS PEOPLE 

I’m still staying out of the public eye for the most part. I don’t have a 9-5, and I am not forced to look at, live around, or be around unclean humans anymore, but when I do have to step outside, my eyes still have to see a lot of dirty, disgusting things and people. Unfortunately, I still have to go out for gas, last minute emergencies, and to walk a dog. Every time I go to the store, I try to wear plastic gloves and I carry tons, and tons, of disinfectant wipes. Every time I purchase something, I disinfect it. I disinfect everything item I touch, especially food. When I’m at the gas station, I wear gloves before pumping gas. Everywhere I go in public, I spot unclean, nasty-looking people. Their hands could have been between their legs or on a pile of semen, digging up their nose, on feces, or on a herpes infected penis before they came out of the house. It’s very disgusting. The more abstinent I become, the more uncleanliness and sloppiness I notice in other people and places. I hate gross environments now and I hate ugly, dirty, people-regardless of their race. It sucks that the world is so big, and I can travel wherever I want, and I may still have to face an infestation of gross people once I get there. 

QUARANTINED FOR LIFE: SOCIETY LOOKS AWFULLY SICKENING TO ME AND EXTREMELY PAINFUL TO LOOK AT 

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People that bully me into isolation are also very unsanitary and disgusting to look at. The more abuse and neglect I am forced to take, the more dirty and unsanitary the world appears. They all appear to be having INCEST as well as living unclean, sick, twisted, and homosexual private sex lives. Clean, healthy, people wouldn’t want to bully me and isolate me in such a gross, disturbing manner. Forcing me to talk to myself is very, very, dirty, and nasty. People may think they are being better than me, but I don’t see them as being better than me, regardless of what they have. I see them as dirty, filthy, and downright infectious. I see them as pest. I see them as a infestation of monkeys and flies. I can no longer see them as people, because they don’t act like people, and they choose to be nasty and disturbing. I see them as infestations of unclean humans, just like a infestation of roaches, bats, or other annoying pest. Just like a wild animal could carry a disease if you go near it, that is how bullies look. They look scary, dangerous, life threatening, and deadly. They look so disgusting, I’m afraid if I go near them, I will catch a fatal disease, get framed for something I didn’t do, or get killed. 

For the most part, living completely alone in the middle of nowhere is okay. I can live in isolation for the rest of my life. I do NOT have to be near any human civilization. I don’t have to worry about being molested, raped, bullied, catching COVID or AIDS or getting beaten, but I do have to be on the lookout for spies and sick, twisted, nosey, sadistic, gay sociopaths that might want to watch me or locate me for no reason.

AVOIDING FUNERALS, CEMETERIES, AND GRAVEYARDS

I won’t return to civilization, not even for a funeral. I won’t be keeping in contact with anyone. Funerals are gross, disgusting, and infected. Any deceased people from the human race will never get another dime from me. I will not visit their grave, pour out expensive liquor for them, burn expensive candles for them, give them expensive flowers, or put them on a raggedy ass T-shirt. I’m not even going to pour out a single, tiny, drop of my liquor for the dead anymore. My bottle of alcohol, is for MYSELF. My flowers, are for MYSELF. Everything is for myself, because I am literally- by myself. 

The deceased can rest in peace for all eternity, without me being present. They wouldn’t do it for me, if I were dead, and I can no longer respect the deceased. They don’t need my help, they all already have enough people. The deceased are were they belong. Cemeteries are garbage, infected with witchcraft, and I don’t want to go near them. I don’t want to connect with any deceased people either. I don’t want to channel them, seek advice from them, mention them, or be there for them in any way shape or form. If you see me burning candles, they aren’t being burned for any deceased people. When I die, I will remain irrelevant and unloved, just how it was when I was alive. I do not want to be near all the nasty, unnatural, sickening people that left me to die.

I DON’T LIKE SEX WORKERS: I DON’T WANT TO MEET ANY WOMEN, PROSTITUTES, STRIPPERS, WHORES, GAYS, LESBIANS, PARTY ANIMALS, BISEXUALS, SWINGERS, CHILD MOLESTERS OR TRANSGENDERS EVER AGAIN – THEY’RE DISGUSTING TO ME

Mississippi River- The oldest profession in the world is very annoying and bothersome to me. It looks similar to a pesky little HIV diagnoses that won’t go away. I don’t want to meet any females ever again. I do not want not even ONE friend. I do not want to help them either. I will not go anywhere near an unsafe infestation of prostitutes. It is NOT my God-given calling to hang around ANY women- old or young. They are extremely gross and disgusting, and that is how they will remain now and in the future. These type of women and their thirsty fans are horrible people to be around. The reason is because I get bullied constantly by those big, funky, gross, incestral freaks, and they are the scum of the earth. I am not a man, and I will not let any confused, horny, nasty, hopeless gay women talk to me like one. 

I am not attracted to pimps. Prostitutes can not lure me into their stable using their boss. I don’t like sex traffickers. They’re very gruesome and murderous. Most pimps these days have a stable of both women and male prostitutes, who share the same clientele, and hang in the same circle. Sometimes they all travel in groups on tours across the country just to prostitute. It’s very nasty out there. They are all one big happy family out there. I don’t want any of their gay love spreading anywhere near me. When I travel, I travel solo, and not to prostitute. I have to be very careful, not to bump into those unnatural people. 

A prostitute and a pimp 

Most sex workers have a predator following and some are aware and some are not. They degrade themselves for the whole world then treat other people that choose not to live like a nasty whore, like nothing. Some of them work a legitimate job during the day and trick on the side and some work selling their grossness 24/7. They DO NOT know that not everyone wants to live that way. A lot of them don’t even get to go home with the trash bag money and the money they hold to their ear when they post on Instagram and Onlyfans. The money usually belongs to someone else. Most of them live on government housing which require that they report every dollar being earned but they never do. They will even get so desperate for cash and go so far as to turn their government housing project apartment into a brothel like environment where they traffick themselves alone or other with women hidden inside. 

Some sex workers have their own self supported low to medium class apartment, house, or condo which was obtained under false pretenses or from selling their vagina (which is illegal almost everywhere) or trafficking other women and girls, which is a federal crime known as human (sex) trafficking or pandering. They could spend up to two decades in prison. A lot of the faggot women don’t get caught, because the world loves prostitutes. Some of them live with relatives who allow them to degrade themselves and live that way and others do not even have a roof over their entire head at all. They will sleep on the street, in their car, or in a hotel selling their bodies to pay the rent. To me, prostitutes are not inspiring people. 

THE REASON I AVOID FUNKY LOOKING STRIPPERS AND SEX WORKERS : THEY ARE NASTY, SLOPPY, GAY, AND HAVE TOO MANY PROBLEMS AND DISEASES

I don’t like strippers. When whores become strippers, The club or company they work for will charge an expensive house fee, usually over 50% of their earnings. They also have to pay a DJ fee which is usually less than $30. If they have a house mom , they will charge them anywhere between $1-30 to use all of the toiletries in the dressing room. If they are starving they have to pay for food from the bar or buy some nearby on a break which can cost anywhere between $5-80 a night for a plate of food. If they are on a celebrity status level (most of them never make it that far) they will have to pay security or a male escort to walk them to their car or around town which is so expensive they usually just pay them by trading sex. They will also have to spend money for gas or an Uber to get to and from the club which can range anywhere between $15-$100 if they are working locally. They also have to put money in the jukebox if there is one inside the club. Some of them even have to pre-game or buy their own drinks because their clients and customers are too cheap.

A photo of a bunch of homosexual strippers found on Www.xxgasm.comhttps://xxgasm.com/photos/black-ghetto-strippers-club/ (gross stuff I don’t want to see) 

If they are an escort, prostitute or streetwalker, they will usually have a pimp that will force them to give up 50-100% of their earnings. All sex workers have to spend money for weaves, hair, nails, shoes, outfits, skimpy clothes, makeup and other social media worthy material possessions (that the feds and predators can see). That is where the rest of the earnings go and they have to do this so that they can look good enough to get back to work again. Sex workers make a lot of money and almost all of it is completely invested into more sex work. The customers and John’s almost never want a plain Jane type of worker. Some strippers and prostitutes are sneaky. They don’t all broadcast their behavior on social media or tell people of their profession because they want to fool their partners or other people in the community that does not approve or accept that type of lifestyle. Instead of staying out of the streets, They will go to the clients house on a sneaky visit. They will go to parties far away from where they live or fly out of the country on a “business“ trip and have sex with random strangers or take all of their clothes off in a strip club. Sometimes they disguise the trips as “girls night out” or a “ladies only vacation” and end up stripping and selling sex with all of their friends. Then they return to their home and act like nothing ever happened. These women are sick and most of them suffer from serious mental health disorders. Some of them have been diagnosed by a professional and others have not. They suck as women and they are a disgrace to the human race. As a female rapper, I don’t even want strippers listening or dancing to my music in a club. Yuck! Strippers, if you are reading this, do not twerk to my stuff! There is a lot of finesse and scamming associated with that profession. If you are in to deep, you can lose your mind.

I CAUGHT A FELONY THAT WON’T GO AWAY: GUN CHARGES THAT STICK FOREVER 

The felony I was charged with that won’t go away, is for a firearm that I tried to purchase all the way back in 2015. I just wanted to protect myself from the nasty infestation of incest people, liars, people that touch themselves and stick objects and dildos up themselves, sickening retarded married women, groups of smelly gay women, prostitutes, old creeps, nasty groups of homosexual men and boys, and sloppy, gay, ugly, bullies that try to force themselves on me. I am by myself all the time, and it was just too many of them. I do not like or want those kinds of people and no one believes me. They are disgusting and I do not want to be near all those predators and families. They make a lot of nasty, infested, gay, threats. The infestation of predators got even nastier after I caught the charge. I used to look for jobs, but I gave up because they would stop bringing up that old ass charge. By summer of 2021, I eventually realized that my lifespan would get shorter due to all the nasty people trying to infect me. I had to go into isolation, where I will remain, because every time I try to survive, the infestation of nasty, yucky, predators just gets larger. 

Trying to purchase a gun from a nasty, uncool gun range was a bad idea. It did not solve my problems. I had been hospitalized before, and I didn’t know it was illegal. The first time I purchased a gun from a shop around 2007, it was legal, but after that, I went to a hospital for a painful memory I don’t want to remember. After I was discharged, I wasn’t aware that I had lost my gun rights. It was a honest mistake, but the court system in Virginia is sickening and they didn’t care. The gun store snitched on me, and I was charged with a felony and a misdemeanor. I hired a lawyer, but he did not make the charges disappear. I cut the lawyer off. 

I was able to get my civil rights restored in 2021, but I still have to pay $2,000 to a new lawyer (whose name will not be mentioned for security reasons) to have my gun rights restored. The lawyer offered to take $1,000 down to get the process started. I do not trust lawyers. People are very nasty towards me, they have no regard for my life, and they don’t believe half of the stuff that has happened to me. To start the gun rights restoration process, I have to be able to be mentally competent to stand in court front of a judge and explain why I need the gun. I also have to have a note from a mental healthcare professional that will approve. Right now, I choose not to have a gun because I can’t travel with it. Once my gun rights are restored, the gun (tazer, etc.) can not leave my residence, which changes often. I have no stability, because people switch up on me often, according to how they feel that day. It’s sadistic and flat out gross. I’m disgusted with the entire world. I always have been. 

I’ve only owned two guns throughout my life. One was a 38 special revolver, and the other one was a Russian pistol-a 48 caliber. I have to go through all of this, because prison sucks. Its a sickening, nasty environment. What disappoints me the most, is that even if I have a legal gun, I still may never get a security position in the corporate world. I definitely don’t want to be the po po. That’s disgusting. I don’t talk to them. I just want to be a security guard for my own business. I have to be able to protect myself, as a rapper, a loner, and as a woman because there are a lot of sick fucks out there, and they don’t like me and want me dead. It is not a laughing matter. It’s just skank, disgusting, dirty, racist, and gross to be treated with so much disdain. 

MORE PRISON AWARENESS

Here is a documentary I found on Youtube, that explains how straight men get turned out in prison in the United States of America. I’m avoiding ALL human contact throughout the country, not just men, especially in the black community, because a lot of them are gay, brutal, racist, hateful, murderous, heartless, disease infested, and HIV positive. 

HUMAN TRAFFICKING SURVIVORS SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILED AT GIVING ME HOPE, SO I GAVE MYSELF HOPE 

I do not hang around women period, and I do not want them speaking for me as a whole. If a woman speaks on me, they’re probably just a lame and a low life who has incest, is a swinger, a thief, a liar, a pedophile, has gay orgies, or has HIV, and want to bring me down. Even if women claim not to be gay, I still don’t want them as friends. Something just isn’t right with them. They appear to be homosexual to me anyway, and they act like they can’t support me, because they secretly are- and at this point it’s confirmed they are. They’re extremely gross. 

I hang alone 24/7/365. I do everything for myself, by myself. I do not pay attention to women at all. I don’t even look at them. They do not exist in my life and I don’t want them to. They are sick. They disgust the living daylights out of me, and I fear for my life and around them. I have never liked women. For the past few years, they have bern bullying me, and making me vomit every single day. My stomach sinks to floor in fear, pain, and torture every-time I’m near a woman. 

I really hate the bitches that have a “who told her she could do that attitude”. Like “who told her she could come here” or “who told her she could wear that”. I’m not your child. I don’t hang around women with a stinky, controlling attitude towards a grown woman. It is very nasty and gay. I will never allow a bitch to talk to me in that fashion. I have always had a mind to think for myself, and I don’t need to be in the presence of faggot acting women. It is also not my job to be a prostitute and serve their faggot husbands. It’s their job to have sex with their own fucking man. Women cannot force or coerce me to do anything. 

I distance myself from them as much as I possibly can, because their abuse and neglect has become too life threatening and dangerous. I literally get sick to my stomach, around them. The level of disgust and fear they bring to me is very traumatizing and scary. The painful feeling won’t go away no matter how hard I try. I don’t want to be in their presence at all- ever. They are very cruel and violating and they never listen to me when I tell them to stay away from me or leave me alone. They do not care about my womanhood, and are very manly acting and nasty towards me. The trauma is so painful, I can’t be around them all or I start feeling sick, disgusted, afraid, and suicidal. Those groups of dykes won’t respect me at all. It feels like I’m being watched and molested every single day. They are very, very, scary. A lot of them are superior and very narcissistic. They believe I should want to be around them, so they can bully and harass me. 

I started SantaMuerteHollywood.com in 2020 because I needed hope. I was lost in a dark world of being trafficked by some of the most brutal traffickers known to man. I was beaten by them, sold, and tortured repeatedly. I turned to a lot of human trafficking resources. I called the human trafficking hotline so many times throughout a course of 8 years, that I eventually gave up. My last experience with the traffickers and victims was just too dangerous (“peligroso” en espanol). Many of the women leading the programs and shelters I were in, lacked the knowledge and empathy it really takes to understand a real human trafficking survivor. A lot of the advocates were mean, brutal, and controlling- like the traffickers. It was sickening and cruel. It usually lead to more trafficking. I don’t call their human trafficking hotline numbers anymore. 

I thought I had to continue to turn to a bunch of phoney, gross and negligent people for help, but I didn’t. I’m not being abused, raped, spied on, and neglected by those gross people anymore. I thought I had to have a degree in social work, but I didn’t. I thought I had to live around sloppy, abusive, jealous, mentally retarded gay women, but I didn’t. I thought I had to be in heavily infested HIV areas, but I don’t. I thought I had to be around other women, but I don’t. Most of them were just filthy prostitutes, dancers, porn stars, and escorts. I thought I had to have support and approval from others, but I didn’t. All I had to do was study human trafficking on my own time. I started purchasing and reading books, reading articles, watching documentaries, and educating my self as much as possible. I learned how to save myself, especially from a dangerous HIV infested sex industry. That is why I am still holding on to my dignity, and the reason I am still drug free and not incarcerated. I stopped turning to people who didn’t have any regard for my life and started learning survival skills. I started learning how to become more independent and less dependent on people who are negligent, greedy, shady, and nasty. The human trafficking hotline is a scam and my life is not a game. All of the shelters, jails, and hotels I were placed in were dirty, unsanitary, filthy, trashy, gross, abusive and negligent. I’m so glad I don’t live in one anymore. The women living there were more faggot, sickening, racist, and fake than a pile of vomit and feces in a bowl. 

Today, I know how to save my own life. I don’t go out looking for other victims of trafficking to save. My resources are always available to them 24/7 online. It is their job to pick up the phone and call. I do not want to become friends with the victims or make close contact with them, but I can send them emergency supplies, care packages, survival books, and other resources to help them get through. So far, no one has contacted me for help, and I’m extremely okay with that. I’ve turned my attention to rescuing animals instead. My own life is important and all the things I have done to protect myself from predators and evil, abusive people has worked so far. If you or someone you know is a victim of trafficking, and no other organization could help you, contact me at press@santamuertehollywood.com. 

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I WANT THE INFESTATION OF NASTY HOMOSEXUALS AND ILLITERATE PEOPLE THAT CAN’T READ AND COMPREHEND MY BOOKS TO STOP: TODAY I WOKE UP TO MORE YUCKY, SICKENING ABUSE AND CONSTANT THREATS FROM THE GAY COMMUNITY

Quincy, IL-I’ve net some of the most sickening, scum of the earth, yuckiest, gayest, non-believers and groups of fags these past few years in all my life. What so sickening about it is that they want me to degrade them. YUCK! I’m still getting harassed by a bunch of sickening racist gays. It feels disgusting and humiliating. They are extremely violating and narcissistic and believe I am supposed to know them. I am all alone. I’ve never had a family, I’ve never had any female friends. I never went to prom. I haven’t had a birthday party my since I was  a child. I’ve never had a boyfriend. My deceased birth father wasn’t in my life, nor was anyone on his side of the family ever in my life. I’ve been abused, lied on, and harassed so much-it’s sick. The abusers are extremely homosexual, racist, and do not care how they make me feel, how many times I vomit, or much pain they put me through, nor do they care how many years pass by while they torture and stalk me. They just continue being sickening. I have been living in isolation for over a year, and I’m still being bullied and harassed. It is GROSS. 

Today, another gay pedophile and troll contacted me using several different phone numbers, and told me to kill myself and jump out of my mothers window again. They also called me a crack head and a bad mother. The threats came from the nasty, racist, hillbilly state of Virginia. I am no where near my mothers house, and the text message the troll sent telling me to jump out the window was fucking nasty and gay. I don’t know what type racist, sick, gay, ephebophiles, and pedophiles would want to keep putting me through that. What type of gay, perverted, nasty, racist, incest having people would want me to commit suicide that bad? Ew! Yuck! 

I am not on drugs, nor do I use crack. I do not sleep around and I am NOT with anyone. I do not get laid. Men do not sleep with me anymore and they do not like me At ALL! They turned gay on me! They will not pleasure me. They denied me of that! I don’t know any men at all anymore! Men are not attracted to me! They are only attracted to other men and nasty, gay, funky women that have a lot of friends and family and know how to grind their nasty gay vaginas together! I never did that stuff! I never had a woman and men are not attracted to me!!!!! I repeat.. MEN DO NOT WANT ME!!!!!!!!!!!! They will not be with me! They will only be with the gays!!!!! They will love them and put them on a pedestal !

Gay people always think my hate and vomit for them is a joke. Then when I try to attack them, they call all of their gay faggot-friends and family for help and the police so their incest having asses can having something to complain about for the next ten years. They are weak, needy, sloppy, and gross! I’m not jealous of those fucking faggot people!!! Yuck! I just want them to stay away from me! My hate for you does not mean I love you, know you, or want you! Ew! Do not take my hate for a sign of love! I do not like you. I am NOT GAY! You are nothing but nasty, life sentence-infected people! 

I WILL NEVER BE MIDDLE CLASS, OWN A HOME, OR HAVE FANCY CLOTHES: THE INFESTATION OF RETARDED PEOPLE WON’T STOP

I am ABSTINENT! I do not engage in sexual activities and I do NOT know anyone in America. I am not being sold, raped, or molested anymore and I am not on crack! All those rumors those trolls are spreading about me are FALSE! I am not a slave, a homosexual, a bisexual, nor do I belong to anyone and I am not a piece of property. I am not a bad mother, I was raped by a transgender woman when I was 16. The tranny did not want to have anything to do with me after he raped me, and all the gays protected the racist shemale and not me. They’re disgusting and they’re slow, and they are not natural human beings. I tried to start a teaching career and went to college, but the bullying and the the tranny infestation grew. I was forced to drop out of school and live off of government assistance. I’ve spent over 17 years living below the poverty line and the mentally retarded community doesn’t care. I’m no where near middle class, and with my life being infested with slow people and homosexuals, I never will be. I was left to grow up fast and fend for myself with no money or family. The mildly retarded, trans people, hated on every single move I made, and every single dollar I wanted to get. It was overly infested with lames and gay men. I tried to find a new man to be there for me and the kids, but they were homosexual pedophiles and wanted to sleep with little boys and not me, so I never ended up with a father for them. That is not my fault. They were all just a bogus imitation of Lil Nas X pretending to like me, but secretly liking men. Even if I go back to finish my degree, my felony will be staring back at me, and all the gays and the entire dirty, racist, faggot black community will keep on laughing. They probably aren’t going to buy my books or my music either. Gross. Getting support from the black community is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. 

AVOIDING DWI’S: CHILDHOOD MOLESTATION, DATE RAPE, AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT ARE THE REASONS I DON’T DRINK A LOT OF ALCOHOL 

Nauvoo, IL, -I stopped drinking a lot of alcohol because it’s disgusting. A lot of gay men have sex to wine, and the more I drank it, the more I vomited thinking about how much incest and group sex they have with each other. I decided it was time to quit. I don’t think I’ll ever drink wine again. I also stopped drinking rum and cognac. I had my first drink when I was 14 years old. It was a Four Loko. I started drinking hard liquor in 2003, when I turned 15. I was in Newport News, Virginia in a trap house with a grown man that thought I was 17. I wanted him to know I was still a minor. I was no where near close to turning 18 that year. At the time, I had been reported a missing child by my negligent birth mother. My mother was never charged with a felony child abuse or reckless endangerment, which still makes my stomach queasy. 

At the older mans spot, I was given a mixture of Hennessy and Hypnotic in a styrofoam cup. The drink was called “Incredible Hulk”. It was the first time I ever drank liquor, and I was only 15. The drink took away my nervousness and I was immediately hooked. After I drank it, he raped me and gave me $50. I don’t know the mans name, but he also raped several other minors in the area. Following that, I turned myself in and went back to school. I started getting raped by all the gay boys until I dropped out of school and became pregnant with a child who doesn’t like me til this day. All those gay boys from way back then turned into fully grown gay men today. 

a bottle of Catabwa, from the Wine Barrel in Nauvoo, IL 

Mother’s Day is today, and I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ll never really be respected. The liquor I was given to as a teen was given to me by grown men. They were ephebophiles that enjoyed buying me bottles of Hennessy. I drank all the way until I was 21, and then started buying it myself. Of course I drank throughout the entire time I was forced to be a dancer and a hooker from 2007-2020. I used to drink hard liquor by the fifth- not by the glass. I was raped by hundreds of gay men. I was even molested by a woman and her boyfriend around 2011. The gay lady’s name was Ladonna Pope, and the gay lady’s boyfriend name was Dion Roberts. The couple both were protected by other people after molesting me inside their apartment. The woman was someone I thought I could trust and turned out to be a nasty bisexual, and ruined my entire life. I was not aware of the level of evil that those funky, sneaky, gay women I hung around carried in their hearts until about a year ago- when I started being abstinent. I never tried to kill any of them, I just cut them off. 

I WONT DRINK AROUND PEOPLE ANYMORE BECAUSE MOST OF THEM ARE RACISTS, VIOLATING, EXTREMELY NASTY, GROSS, AND HOMOSEXUAL 

I was drunk at every single party, every brothel, every club, and on every date with a man. Not once in the past 13 years have I been sober while performing a sexual act. I was under the influence every single time. Those predators knew I was easy, and they knew they were gay and I was unaware. I caught 2 DWI’s and I felt gross all over. While incarcerated for the DWI, I was getting bullied in jail by all those nasty gay women for having to wash the same one pair of underwear and bra in the sink over and over and for stealing food from other inmates. The racists guards smelled like fish and sardines, and wouldn’t stop harassing me. I was so poor I couldn’t afford anything on the commissary list. I couldn’t even afford Fresh Favorites ( fresh food). I was getting snitched on alot. It was gross. I called a sex trafficker for help. Thomas Johnson, also known as “Tom Johnz”, a known sex trafficker in Virginia, put $20 on my commissary, so I could buy the stuff I needed. I don’t like Johnson at all, but I will never forget the money I was given. I hated Johnson so much, I wish he was hit with a grenade. He had too many funky looking whores. I felt like a number. It was violating and nasty. I have a lot of criminal charges, and all of them are in the state of Virginia and North Carolina .

THE ABUSE AND NEGLECT MADE MY STOMACH TURN DAILY 


After my second DWI (in 2017), I started getting raped, beaten, harassed, and molested more, because I kept getting stuck without a car. At the time, I had a lack of resources. Unnatural homosexual men were preying on me left and right and I felt stuck, hopeless, and sick. The people around me were so funny acting and unnatural, I knew I had to get away from them because I was literally vomiting every other minute due to their harassment, abuse, and neglect. The people had no regard for my stomach or life. I was getting bullied so bad, I was throwing up loads of vomit everywhere I went. I eventually started making a ongoing list of places not to go to, and it has been effective every since. The bullies eventually started showing up at my mothers house unannounced, and I started getting harassed even more. I tried to hide in the garage, but my stepfather, Morris Towns, locked me out and told me not to go in there. I tried hiding in his shed, but he locked me out of there too. I tried hiding in the bedroom, but it’s a hidden camera in there somewhere. I had no privacy. I asked Towns multiple times if I could install security cameras on his property so I could see the bullies coming, and he refused. I decided to remove myself permanently from the nasty, dirty, bully, homosexual, and crime infested neighborhood altogether. The people around me were so nasty, cruel, and sickening, I didn’t need any help doing it.

I tried to get a local job doing security a while back, and they rejected my application. I completely ran out of options. It was sickening to the core. They all wanted to humiliate me so bad, I started vomiting multiple times throughout the day, even more, because I still had no where to go and nowhere to hide. I realized that I would just have to make a home in the wilderness and sleep wherever I can, like an animal, until I pass away. I felt really, really, violated, battered, abused, and disgusting. The unnatural feeling in my body from all the abuse is never going to go away. If I don’t throw up, it feels worse. I have to be able to get the vomit out. 

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After catching the DWI in 2017, I wasn’t able to get a hoopty until three years later, in 2020. The car sat for a while until I had an court ordered ignition interlock installed in there in 2021. It was installed for six months. The ignition interlock, installed by a company called Draeger, saved my life. I passed all of the test until it was taken out. It only took 24 hours to sober up from alcohol before a test could be passed. Fortunately, my alcohol addiction wasn’t so bad to the point where I couldn’t wait 24 hours. The machine also passed with marijuana. Now, I don’t drink anymore around strangers. I haven’t drank around anyone in over a year. I will never trust another person with my life. I will never drink and drive either. Today, my stomach still turns when I see a fifth of alcohol- and gay people.

People still think I’m a dirty, AIDS infested prostitute, and I’m not. I don’t have AIDS. I was just forced to grow up in an HIV/AIDS infested environment, which is unfortunate. I don’t let society look at me anymore, they don’t deserve to. I hide from them. I wasn’t anti gay back then, but now I am. I don’t want any of those nasty people knowing me anymore, their bullying is just too disgusting. It’s too many people. I don’t ever want to meet anyone else. Even in isolation, away from people, I know that there are still going to be a lot of sick fucks and sick families out there that can’t help themselves from trying to bully me but I’m going to live the rest of my life in isolation happily. I don’t want or need anything from anyone, ever, ever, again.

Marijuana THC levels at dispensaries across America

Quincy, IL– I’ve been smoking marijuana since I was a kid. Over the past two years, I’ve been keeping track of all of the strands I’ve smoked. I’ve shopped at dispensaries all across America. The marijuana in the Midwest, is extremely, extremely, expensive, but the quality is much better. The dispensaries on the East and west coast parts of the U.S. are a lot more affordable. My favorite Dispensary in Los Angeles, California, is Wonderland. In Chicago- Zen Leaf, and last but not least, my favorite dispensary in Washington, DC, is The Safehouse. 

I’ve arranged each strand I’ve smoked since 2020 in order of three levels. Level three is the least potent strands with THC levels  up to 24%. Level two strands with THC levels up to 27%. Level one strands are the most potent with THC levels up to 33%. The list is below. 

Level 3 (lower) ((Avoid when possible)

peach cobbler 17%

Pink cookies 20%

Warlock 14-20%

Black Diamond 18-24%

Lemon cake 22%

OG kush 17%

Alien OG 18%

SupaNova 17%

Creamsicle 17-22%

Blue frost 17-22%

Cherry Krush mints 13-23%

Slim 15-22% (taste bad )

Fire OG 19%

Banana OG 22%

Gorilla glue 20%

Wedding cake 22%

Ice cream cake 22%

Girl Scout cookies 19%

Pineapple Express 17%

Northern lights 16%

Trainwreck 17% (weak)

Cookies and cream 20%

Tahoe OG 18%

Birthday cake 20%

Level 2 (second) 

White gushers 15-25%

Skunk Og 17-25% 

Spacemints 25%

Lemon haze 17-25%

Grape OG 17-25%

Papaya 19-25%

Pink Runtz (calming) 22-25%

Sour Diesel 17-27%

Bubba Kush 17-27%

Level 1 (Top)

very strong ,potent, bright, and sour in color

*Chem de La Chem 27%

*Clementine 17-28%

*peanut butter breath 20-28%

*clementine 29%

*Guava cake 28-30%

* Runtz 19-29%

*Lemon Cherry 19-33%

*Apple Tart 30.9%

*GG4 18-30% 

*Boss OG 20-30%

*Dog Walker 31% 

*Florida cake 24-32% 

•Kosher Dawg 31%

*Green lime 33% 

*GMO cookies 20-33%


2022 Human Trafficking map: danger in the United States

This current map shows locations where human trafficking is not present (green states) in my life, and states where there may be a serious potential threat to be brutally trafficked, beaten, stalked, murdered, or sold again to a bunch of sickening creeps (blue states). As you can see, most of the trafficking is present along the coast of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. Most pimps and traffickers drive up and down the east coastline to pimp and traffick human beings all day. Once you’re in  a trafficking ring in the blue shaded areas, it’s hard to get out. The traffickers are like mobsters, and have very strong connections and ties all along the coastline. You have to flee the area altogether, or they will rat you out, set you up, or just murder you altogether. They are also known for pushing people over the bridge, off of a boat, off of a pier, out of a moving car, or just tying them up and hanging them. They are extremely violent. They are also known for infecting dancers, and other sex workers with HIV, on purpose. The violent gangs and traffickers grow in number each year, and so do the victims. 

the blue states are the territories (states/coast) that I don’t belong in (2022)

The modern day slavery along the U.S. Atlantic and Pacific coastlines has gotten brutally sickening. All the bisexual men in the blue shaded states & yellow states, turned me down after they finished selling me to each other (from 2005-2021), because they wanted to date each other, and then marry or date bisexual women. They told me to go away forever, and I did. The green areas are the safest areas for me to migrate to, away from the racists, the gays & the criminals, in the United States of America, so far this year. I’m avoiding the Caribbean, Mexico, Africa, and Canada because there may be a potential threat, but I can not say for sure. 

The gay pedophiles in the blue shaded states & yellow states forced me to witness them having sex , while I was being trafficked by them 
This image I found online is an example of why I don’t talk to men(boys) & the reason I wroteI’m still Abstitnent . This image also explains why I don’t hang around women, because they always cover for these types of men. The gay groups of women also forced me to watch them having sex with each other. There are millions of pornographic images and videos of groups of black gay people having gay sex, just like this one, online. Most of them live on the east and west coasts of the U.S.  
Some of the predators like the ones in this image were in prison, others were in the military. Some of them are wealthy, and some of them have mediocre jobs to take care of their families. A lot of them look for victims to rape and sell so they can keep a roof over their head. Most of the sick predators, if not all of them, are known for raping their own relatives and having gay incest with them. Men getting raped by their own brothers, by their own fathers, uncles, and cousins, and women getting raped and preyed upon by their own mothers, cousins, and sisters. The pedophiles have a sick, twisted mean of the word “family”. They are walking around everywhere, reproducing, and spreading diseases across America each and every day. I won’t be a victim.

States with the most violent human trafficking rings 

The states in America with the most violent dangerous human trafficking rings, are in yellow. They have the highest number of extremely violent pimps, tricks, and escorts. There are hundreds of thousands of undercover whore houses, and stables. They also have a high number of sexually transmitted diseases. There is a high level of other crimes in the highlighted states including theft, rape, kidnapping, vandalism, and murder. I have not investigated Nevada, due to the high number of unreported suicides in Las Vegas.

The yellow states are deadly areas that I don’t belong in (2022)

The rap industry is full of twist and turns: being an independent artist is even more costly, deadly, and risky

When you’re an independent hip hop artist, it hurts when no one will support you. I’ve been rapping professionally for only 6 months, and a lot of time, effort, and money goes into my music. I don’t have time to keep putting out music that isn’t bringing me any royalties. I haven’t sold any music at all, nor has my music been featured in any movies. My studio sessions usually run me about $150 each, plus distribution and promotion, which runs me about another $100 and up for each song. That hundred dollars for promotion can run up into the millions. The price of releasing an album cost double verses releasing a single. Also, it cost thousands of dollars to distribute the music to stores. When it comes to music, quality is better than quantity. That’s why I never pay less than $60-80 an hour for studio time. I’ve put out a total of 5 songs. I’ve spent about $1,400 on my unreleased album so far, and the expenses just keep growing.

I don’t perform at concert venues, so I’m not getting any real exposure. I have high standards, and I won’t just waste money trying to look cool in front of a bummy looking, ghetto, sloppy crowd. You have to be a big name artist in order for the venue to pay you, otherwise you have to pay them, and I refuse to do that. I also don’t have any music videos. My music videos are going to start at around $500 and up per scene, per video, and I don’t have the money to pay for them. Music videos are also very pricy, and can cost millions in the long run. I can’t give my fans a visual. They treat me so nasty, they don’t even deserve one, honestly. No one knows me, and they all think I am a slow, nasty, retarded woman out in the streets living like a nasty, horny, jealous, gay, sloppy, pig- just like them. Unfortunately I don’t live that way and I won’t live that way for my fans. I don’t like the way most of them view me. I am not a reflection of them, I am me. I won’t let them get near me, because I’m not that safe. I do everything myself. I do not have a manager, or security. I’ve failed multiple times at meeting people I can trust.

I’m not signed to a record label who can assist me financially. I have recorded 9 songs altogether. I have written about 18 songs, so I have a lot more recording to do. I still have 7 beats left, 4 of which I own 100% of the rights to. The other 3, I only own 50% of the rights to. I eventually realized, through trial and error, that owning the full license to my beats brings much more pleasure than having a middle man.

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I’m just a very poor indie artist, and that is how my life will be forever. I’m also a woman, and rapping is more of a male dominated industry, and they aren’t going to pay as much as attention to me as a they would a whole group of people. The music industry is also very controlled and dominated by a lot of homosexuals, to my disadvantage. My life is very, very, hard.

Horrorcore isn’t getting that much attention, and I’m going to bring it back

I’m probably going to be a solo rapper for the rest of my natural born life with or without a major label. My new single “Step by step” was released April 27, 2022. It is another horrocore song from my upcoming debut album. Horrorcore is not a forgotten sub genre. It is very real and present in todays modern rap scene. No matter how hard I try not to be, I will forever be a devotee of Santa Muerte. It’s tatted on my flesh. I got the tattoo in Los Angeles, California, the city I call, the “most wicked death cult city” of all time, because they’re not to far from Mexico. Mexico has the worst of gangland horrors I have ever seen. Just a couple of years ago, I was human trafficked, right outside of Tijuana. California was the nastiest state I have ever visited in my entire life. The east and west coast are extremely nasty, dirty, and racist to me. It is absolutely sickening.

I ride around with the Santa Muerte statute on my car dashboard, because if I take it out, she might kill me while I’m driving. Santa Muerte is very dangerous but also very loving. I just recently (April 5th, 2022) witnessed her taking my pit bull’s life due to unforeseen cancer. My car has been blessed by Santa Muerte. I had to load my deceased animal into the vehicle and transport her to the vet to be cremated. I haven’t sanitized the car since. I sleep right next to my animals memorial every single night. I already put the statue in the car, and it has to stay there for life. Death is very real, and very present. Sometimes I wonder, how I will die myself. I hope it isn’t due to drugs and alcohol, murder, nature, or suicide.

Battle rap is mad gay: I will never battle rap with women as long as I am alive on earth

Yuck! These battle rappers look like a bunch of predators 

I’ll never turn into a battle rapper. These days, women battle rappers look like a bunch of leftover baked turkeys from three thanksgivings ago. I don’t care how much money they make. They all look like they’re bumping too many of their nasty vaginas together. They’re all ugly, bossy, and homo. I ain’t gay. Their “cliques” are mad stinky and funky looking. I’ll never blow my cool for those gay faggots. I’ll still wake up the next morning, if I don’t ever get a record deal. I’ll just save myself pools of vomit, by ducking all of those nutty, phoney fans and shady, greedy producers. Most importanly, I will NEVER support another rapper again. I lost too much respect. I will not go to their concerts, buy their music, watch their videos, or listen to them for free or pay to listen to them. I’m used to my own poverty, and I can not afford to support anyone but myself.

Feeling like I might catch TB or a skin disease in a ring that filthy, this image is an example of how nasty battle rappers are

Warning: Do not try being in secluded areas (do not try this yourself ) 

The reason I do everything solo

As of April 1, 2022, I No Longer tell people my exact location. I do not use Facebook, Tik Tok, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, forums, chat rooms, or dating sites AT ALL. I do not visit churches, domestic violence /trafficking / shelters, halfway programs, detox centers, hospitals or anywhere else on my local and national ban list. Beware of anyone telling you where I am. I have been severely abused. They are most likely a fraud and a stalker trying to harass and harm me. I could be anywhere in the US, Mexico, or Canada and it is no ones business. I don’t have friends, homegirls, a man (boyfriend/husband), nor have I EVER dated/slept with a woman, I don’t have brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles or other relatives nor do I wish to have any or find out who they are. I don’t have a father (he is deceased). Any person, place, family, group, or business telling you I am affiliated with anyone is a scam and a liar. I am 100% alone and that is not your cue to be a bunch of sadistic clowns. I hope another year doesn’t pass and I’m still being harassed in this manner. The years keep passing by, and I’m still being harassed by the same SICK, TWISTED, type of people. It’s so gross, I can barely survive. I am a human being, not a wild animal. Beware of anyone purposely trying to put me (or another innocent person) in harms way. They might do the same to you. Don’t be any ones property.

Travel, wildlife, hotel, and camping safety tips

Traveling solo has provided me many great advantages, including not being attacked by other humans, peaceful scenery, staying physically active, and more. I also don’t have to worry about being purposely left for dead or set up by the group or person I would be with. I also don’t have to worry about being snitched on-which is very, very, cool. However, I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else. Always travel with your friends and family, or a tour guide, do not try to seclude, isolate yourself, or travel in this manner. It is very dangerous. If you wish to do things alone, educate and prepare yourself as much as you can. I am a skilled hunter, prepper, camper, and survivalist, and I have taken all the skills I have learned from various teaching sources and put them to use.

Dogs also make great travel companions. They are very helpful and can sense danger and may even save your life. Always be cautious when depending on a firearm, machete, knife, taser, or other weapon, even if its legal to carry one, you can still be charged for using it. I wouldn’t wish jail or prison on my worst enemy. It’s disgusting. If you have to attack your attacker using a weapon, just know it could potentially backfire.

When fishing, sailing, or cruising alone, use extreme caution

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My deceased father also taught me how to sail a boat. Unfortunately, he lost his life in 2018, after drowning at a pier. Do not attempt to fish from a pier or a boat without a life jacket on, and watch out for high tides and currents. Do not depend on a rescue crew, captain, or scuba diver to save your life. Don’t go near the water unless you know to swim, even if you’re on a cruise ship.