Slither
Sexy city. December 23, 2009.
Eight rapes a day.
This town, why not extend to more than fifty miles on God's earth, is the scene of eight rapes per day. Taking a hit of accounts with a good calculator that can attest to the Sexy City crimes of sexual excess of twenty percent (yes, you read correctly 20%) than those committed in Los Angeles and five percent of those in New York City. Two cities, respectively, two and a half million inhabitants and four and a half million more inhabitants. Complaints by women is sixty percent, than men of forty. Disheartening to note how many men are raped in this city. Possibly because of the substantial quantity of homosexual population. The openness of the inhabitants of this town made it a mecca for Gay and Lesbian culture. This is technically a good thing. Technically, because, as we see, the number of sex crimes is growing. To assist in this because there is immigration from Europe and Asia, not always in order. Add the laxity of the police and outlying districts will have the proliferation of drugs and prostitution. Often the leaders of this city voluntarily close their eyes on some scenarios in their favor, in a region that bases its prosperity on the economy tertiary (entertainment, tourism, holiday and so etc.).
The market for sex and pornography bill something like eight million dollars, every day. Otto, the circularity of the situation is almost mocking. Adult magazines, audiovisual openly pornographic or just erotic pleasure of phones, call girls. All this gold lining the sidewalks crushed by underage girls who rent their genitals to become part of that part of the world. That of the sun, parties, ephemeral. Some of these are not c'arrivano. In that figure faranonica thirty percent of sex crimes include, in addition to dark practices, including the 'wife-murder.
wife-murder (or murder of honor) is a murder linked to love. The inability to accept the betrayal that leads to violence, persecution of a loved one up to the killing, serial murder and ritual that is rooted in extreme sexual practices.
The people here, fucking die. NeoSodoma.
I understand what is the punishment, being transferred here, just in time. This place. These people. It gives me nausea. Last night we made a raid on one of those clubs Extreme. Cocaine pushers. Bullshit. I believe we have seen the bottom of the barrel of this company. There were some girls who have had the age of my daughter. My stomach flipped. There were fat men tied to the crosses that were strong enough to make lashes bleed from their wounds, career women who were mistreated until tears to vent their grief in sex, thugs with hoods blacks paid to violate the 'intimacy of girls looking for thrills, girls in tears that seemed anything but consensual and that the master choked and forced to have a shred of erection. I would shoot at all. I would have killed them like dogs. As non-humans. After a successful operation, after the pat on the back of my key, I went to get drunk in a bar in the suburbs. I do not even want to cross Kimberly . God guard by all this. Returning home trial was put to snow. Fortissimo. I was out and I pulled up the hood. All hath been silenced. Everything was at peace. Finally. Even my head was cold and silent, frozen. Finally.
There are eight sexual crimes every day in this city. And it's Christmas.
God must be unpacked to allow such a place exist.
Merry Christmas.
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