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“Edge of Humanity” captures how people describe me—a raw truth
edgeofhumanity.com/2022/04/22/free-press-release-for-artists-photographers-poets-writers-on-edge-of-humanity-magazine-10/ I am delighted to see I have a new follower: “Edge of Humanity.” This is the name of my follower, a blog and from the quick glance I snatched during my break at work, Edge of Humanity is a magazine full of contributions from people who are in positions, temporary situations, during which they…
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My TikTok Profile—will people follow me online but not in real life? I suspect they will.
vm.tiktok.com/TTPd4rRcnr/ There’s just a few videos, but if they generate interest I can add more content I will do one a day, at least. But what’s my theme? The only thing I can hunk of is a life in isolation. No friends or family. Will people follow me on video when they won’t personally contact…
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“Honolulu police target gambling in residential areas | Honolulu Star-Advertiser.” I’m told game rooms are EVERYWHERE!
Many Hawaii residents don’t think of the community bc they have almost no home ownership
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Why do older men allow themselves to be “used”?
It used to amaze me when I watched people, older men, allow themselves to be “used.” I have seen men put up with working girls who stole from them, without even trying to hide their actions. Or maybe they lived with the older man but could not resist the call of downtown Honolulu (locals call…
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American Culture Demands We Hide Shame. I guess that’s why I flee from the “L” word.
Someone expressed interest in me. Maybe, I thought. But then he said it was obvious that I was lonely. I felt like he knew I was a loser and was rubbing it in. I couldn’t bear to see him again. It may be true, but don’t say it and make it real.
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Update on this Scorpio’s Bday wishes with Sexy Pic
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An x-streetwalker should be wiser. They say you can’t con a con. Turns out you can con this one.
I thought I could make my street experience useful by allowing people who are still out there a place to be. Wait! I wrote this intro before. Yet I am about to tell you how my place was searched top to bottom by someone I let in as I lay in bed, sick. Why do…