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- 1 Cze 2024
The brothel was named Artemis, a goddess known for protecting young girls. That gross pedo troon psikey also rebranded and named himself Artemis consort while he advocates for diddling kids.
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- 2 Wrz 2025
seems kinda obvious, because those aint as young and/or transexuals
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- 6 Cze 2018
If I were to guess: he probably told his mom that he came out to you as a stunning and brave tranny back in high school (which may or may not have involved him wearing women's clothes in front of you), but that you called him a faggot and broke up with him due to him being a troon. His mom, being a boymom and tranny orbiter, believed him.
He and his uncle actually haven't done anything at all to scrub it off the internet. After all both Cenk and Hasan support ”sex work”, so if Hasan rapes a disassociating coked up Bulgarian prostitute at a brothel in Berlin, that just means he's supporting sex workers. Some news outlets even reported about this – positively. Here's a VICE article from 2021 about it (you can't hate VICE enough).
https://archive.ph/UVIxG
Some highlights:
This dog-abusing rapist moid scum also went to a strip club.
What he said is somehow even worse than I remembered it to be.
The coping and dilating of the ball-washing liberal feminist who wrote this article is incredible. We don't know if there was actually any sex trafficking happening at the brothel! But we should also assume that the German police are actually the ones who secretly stole from the ”sex workers" and raped them during the raid, for no reason except ”the article writer said so".
This is a classic tactic by journalists promoting sex work: instead of interviewing the most vulnerable majority demographic of ”sex workers", i.e. those who'd actually be at the Artemis, they find some woman who does not belong to this demographic (although being a stripper is also dangerous) and waxes on about the joys of ”sex work”. For example, journalists promoting prostitution in my country always interview native ”sex workers”, who are typically mentally ill e-prostitutes who cam or have an Onlyfans, but statistically the majority of ”sex workers" here as well as in the rest of western Europe are from eastern Europe or places like Nigeria.
Brogressives always say they support sex work because it's no different from or any more exploitative than other work done under capitalism, but none of them ever seem to get the idea that they should go gay for pay and move to Berlin to sell their asshole and mouth for €5 to fat middle-aged German men called Günther.
Also: observe how Hasan muddies the waters by immediately shifting the focus from ”sex trafficking" to ”freakin' consensual and wholesome sex work”, even though he is accused of going to a brothel that was raided for the former in a country where ”freakin' consensual and wholesome sex work” has been legal since 2002.
Kill yourself.
To end this on a more positive note, here's a video that the German feminist Elly Arrow (who is engaged in the sex industry abolitionist movement in Germany) made criticizing Cenk and his nephew Hasan for supporting prostitution a few years ago.
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- 24 Gru 2019
I don't want to make you paranoid, but the guy may have been casing your house for a break in.
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- 30 Cze 2025
When I was 16/17, I had a deviantart account where I'd post poetry and drawings, all very sad and goth. Some guy who had gone to the same high school as I did (but had transferred out to another school after his parents got divorced) found my account. At first, he liked my poetry and art, would talk with me about it, recommended other poets, songs, whatever. It was just two sad kids with sad home lives sharing music and art that helped them get through the tough times. We also liked older Romantic (the actual movement, not "romance") poetry and would RP in chat as our favorite famous writers of the time--me Mary Shelley, him someone else. I don't remember who, but he was not RPing as Mary Shelley's husband or anything like that.
Slowly the RP, from his side, was beginning to get more romantic and somewhat sexual. I was too young to realize what he was doing and thought very little of myself in terms of attractiveness, since I grew up fat, hairy, and ugly. So, I didn't think anything of it, and I "let" him write whatever in the chat and would respond to it in Romantic-era language, thinking myself clever and that we were being silly and engaging in creative writing exercises. He never went into like, obvious porn territory, but it would be shit like: "ma'am, may I...help you undo the thousand tiny buttons on your bodice???" And it just never clicked with me that he was wanting to flirt/experiment with sex chats. I had other things to do, so I told him we should move to Facebook or whatever, since dA wasn't really "made" for chatting as a social media thing back then. He didn't want to move to Facebook, but he knew my Facebook account and was not "friends" with me on FB.
One day (and this is where, to this day as an old hag, I get confused as to why he did this), he got all emotional and noble and was like, "I've really enjoyed our time together and chatting with you and blah blah blah but I just don't FEEL this way about you!!!" and I was like, what? Feel what way? I don't have a crush on you...is that...what you thought we were doing? Like flirting? No dude you're all good, I don't feel that way about you, either, and haven't ever.
That set him off.
)))))) For some reason. )))))))) He got all flustered and pissy and stopped responding to me, threw back some accusatory bullshit like "you seemed to KNOW what WE were doing!!!" and I wrote it off as "that guy is weird and needs help lol." We didn't talk for some time and I thought that was the end of that.
Then he started mailing me things. To this day, I don't know how he got my home address. I was living in one major city in our home state, and he was living in another. He was mailing me things while living six hours away with his mom after his parents divorced. He mailed me things we referenced in past conversations--printed-out album covers of bands that I liked with the lyrics of my favorite songs handwritten on the back, collages of stuff I liked, art he made with trashy type shit about how upset he was. One of the drawings he'd done, he signed it in his own blood. I didn't know it then.
He started calling me on my cell phone number, nonstop texting me, and I hadn't given him my number. (I later found out he lied to and manipulated a very sweet girl from my HS/his former HS to give him my phone number.) He got my email and sent me a link to his Livejournal or Xanga where he was posting about "us" and had CARVED MY NAME INTO HIS FUCKING ARM in huge letters. He said he did it because all the letters of my name were made of straight lines and that "it was easy to do" and "felt good" because that way I was "always with [him]" even though "we" lived far apart. (My name is not Kim but think of someone carving KIM into their arm. My name is longer than that, and the carving took up the majority of his forearm.)
I told him to please stop but he wouldn't. I hadn't heard from him in a couple of days after I texted him again to PLEASE STOP. I thought it was over, finally. Nope! He stole his mom's truck, drove all the way down from his major city to where I lived, showed up one day after I got home from school. He repeatedly knocked on the front door and was begging, like actually begging "please, oh Godddd, pleaseeee let me see her, let me explain, pleasssseeee, I need to see her, plea-he-he-he-heeeeaaassseeeeeee" and sobbing, snot and tears running down a red face. I was so scared, but my parents were angry with me, asking me shit like "why is he here???? Why did you bring him to our house???" I didn't! They didn't care. He knew me so it must be my fault that he was there.
My parents called the police and when the police came, all the adults, my parents included, blamed me for "talking to strangers" (he wasn't, we were former schoolmates) and "not being clear of my intention" (I was clear and he steamrolled my intentions to make room for his own). One of the cops actually said to me "I wish stupid little girls wouldn't do shit like this. Don't you know he could have killed you or your parents? What were you thinking?" I just stood there, angry, embarrassed, and fucking bawling because no one was listening to me about what happened or what my stalker had done. I hadn't invited him here. I didn't want him here. He ignored me when I told him to stop and he imagined some sort of relationship between us. He had driven himself here.
A day before he got to my house, his mom had reported the truck as stolen and, because he was now 18, he got arrested for Grand Theft Auto and his dad (who still lived where I lived at that point) bailed him out and moved him to Michigan. A couple years later after that event, out of curiosity, I looked him up on Facebook to see what he was like, and he turned into a drugged-out hardcore guy. He had tried to get the carving of my name covered up with a big tattoo, but you could very clearly see the letters of my name on his forearm through the ink. He carved the letters of my name really, really deep. I remember one of the comments on the tattoo pic of his said something generic like, "Wow, what a big piece, it looks like it hurt!" And he responded: "Hurt in more ways than one."
After he got arrested and his dad moved him to Michigan, I thankfully never heard from him again. Now, as an adult, I think his parents or solely his dad must have gotten him on anti-psychotic medication or something similar. It doesn't matter, though. That was 15 years ago this fall, and to this day I still shiver at the fact that somewhere out there is (or was, idk if he's alive) a man who has my name carved into his arm.
(Sidenote, in my entire lifetime, every time I have interacted with cops out of necessity, male or female, white or black, every single one of them has been a lazy piece of shit who didn't want to do their job and "assigned" an ending to the ongoing dilemma. I once was moving out of an abusive situation, called the police because I had been illegally locked out of the apartment with all my stuff in it, and this lazy fucking nigger kept asking, while I'm moving out and having screams and insults and threats hurled at me: "Okay so looks like you got everything under control...? I'm gonna head out soon...?" What? Are you seriously asking me permission to leave this abusive situation? I called for help and you just think that they'll let me continue moving out once you're gone? You stupid fucking lame-brained nigger, are you blind? You're not even stopping them from threatening me or taking any note of what they're doing, you're just sitting on your ass on your phone, and you want to leave? Even a chimp in a uniform could sit there, so why can't you?)
Anyway, all of this is to say that it's best to have an online presence that isn't able to be tracked by people you know IRL. Anything and everything we say on here could get us into dangerous trouble if it fell into the wrong hands, and every woman knows that men's hands are always the wrong hands. Please consider making a new account and nuking the old one, fist_of_khonshu. You deserve safety and peace of mind.
Slowly the RP, from his side, was beginning to get more romantic and somewhat sexual. I was too young to realize what he was doing and thought very little of myself in terms of attractiveness, since I grew up fat, hairy, and ugly. So, I didn't think anything of it, and I "let" him write whatever in the chat and would respond to it in Romantic-era language, thinking myself clever and that we were being silly and engaging in creative writing exercises. He never went into like, obvious porn territory, but it would be shit like: "ma'am, may I...help you undo the thousand tiny buttons on your bodice???" And it just never clicked with me that he was wanting to flirt/experiment with sex chats. I had other things to do, so I told him we should move to Facebook or whatever, since dA wasn't really "made" for chatting as a social media thing back then. He didn't want to move to Facebook, but he knew my Facebook account and was not "friends" with me on FB.
One day (and this is where, to this day as an old hag, I get confused as to why he did this), he got all emotional and noble and was like, "I've really enjoyed our time together and chatting with you and blah blah blah but I just don't FEEL this way about you!!!" and I was like, what? Feel what way? I don't have a crush on you...is that...what you thought we were doing? Like flirting? No dude you're all good, I don't feel that way about you, either, and haven't ever.
That set him off.
)))))) For some reason. )))))))) He got all flustered and pissy and stopped responding to me, threw back some accusatory bullshit like "you seemed to KNOW what WE were doing!!!" and I wrote it off as "that guy is weird and needs help lol." We didn't talk for some time and I thought that was the end of that.Then he started mailing me things. To this day, I don't know how he got my home address. I was living in one major city in our home state, and he was living in another. He was mailing me things while living six hours away with his mom after his parents divorced. He mailed me things we referenced in past conversations--printed-out album covers of bands that I liked with the lyrics of my favorite songs handwritten on the back, collages of stuff I liked, art he made with trashy type shit about how upset he was. One of the drawings he'd done, he signed it in his own blood. I didn't know it then.
He started calling me on my cell phone number, nonstop texting me, and I hadn't given him my number. (I later found out he lied to and manipulated a very sweet girl from my HS/his former HS to give him my phone number.) He got my email and sent me a link to his Livejournal or Xanga where he was posting about "us" and had CARVED MY NAME INTO HIS FUCKING ARM in huge letters. He said he did it because all the letters of my name were made of straight lines and that "it was easy to do" and "felt good" because that way I was "always with [him]" even though "we" lived far apart. (My name is not Kim but think of someone carving KIM into their arm. My name is longer than that, and the carving took up the majority of his forearm.)
I told him to please stop but he wouldn't. I hadn't heard from him in a couple of days after I texted him again to PLEASE STOP. I thought it was over, finally. Nope! He stole his mom's truck, drove all the way down from his major city to where I lived, showed up one day after I got home from school. He repeatedly knocked on the front door and was begging, like actually begging "please, oh Godddd, pleaseeee let me see her, let me explain, pleasssseeee, I need to see her, plea-he-he-he-heeeeaaassseeeeeee" and sobbing, snot and tears running down a red face. I was so scared, but my parents were angry with me, asking me shit like "why is he here???? Why did you bring him to our house???" I didn't! They didn't care. He knew me so it must be my fault that he was there.
My parents called the police and when the police came, all the adults, my parents included, blamed me for "talking to strangers" (he wasn't, we were former schoolmates) and "not being clear of my intention" (I was clear and he steamrolled my intentions to make room for his own). One of the cops actually said to me "I wish stupid little girls wouldn't do shit like this. Don't you know he could have killed you or your parents? What were you thinking?" I just stood there, angry, embarrassed, and fucking bawling because no one was listening to me about what happened or what my stalker had done. I hadn't invited him here. I didn't want him here. He ignored me when I told him to stop and he imagined some sort of relationship between us. He had driven himself here.
A day before he got to my house, his mom had reported the truck as stolen and, because he was now 18, he got arrested for Grand Theft Auto and his dad (who still lived where I lived at that point) bailed him out and moved him to Michigan. A couple years later after that event, out of curiosity, I looked him up on Facebook to see what he was like, and he turned into a drugged-out hardcore guy. He had tried to get the carving of my name covered up with a big tattoo, but you could very clearly see the letters of my name on his forearm through the ink. He carved the letters of my name really, really deep. I remember one of the comments on the tattoo pic of his said something generic like, "Wow, what a big piece, it looks like it hurt!" And he responded: "Hurt in more ways than one."
After he got arrested and his dad moved him to Michigan, I thankfully never heard from him again. Now, as an adult, I think his parents or solely his dad must have gotten him on anti-psychotic medication or something similar. It doesn't matter, though. That was 15 years ago this fall, and to this day I still shiver at the fact that somewhere out there is (or was, idk if he's alive) a man who has my name carved into his arm.
(Sidenote, in my entire lifetime, every time I have interacted with cops out of necessity, male or female, white or black, every single one of them has been a lazy piece of shit who didn't want to do their job and "assigned" an ending to the ongoing dilemma. I once was moving out of an abusive situation, called the police because I had been illegally locked out of the apartment with all my stuff in it, and this lazy fucking nigger kept asking, while I'm moving out and having screams and insults and threats hurled at me: "Okay so looks like you got everything under control...? I'm gonna head out soon...?" What? Are you seriously asking me permission to leave this abusive situation? I called for help and you just think that they'll let me continue moving out once you're gone? You stupid fucking lame-brained nigger, are you blind? You're not even stopping them from threatening me or taking any note of what they're doing, you're just sitting on your ass on your phone, and you want to leave? Even a chimp in a uniform could sit there, so why can't you?)
Anyway, all of this is to say that it's best to have an online presence that isn't able to be tracked by people you know IRL. Anything and everything we say on here could get us into dangerous trouble if it fell into the wrong hands, and every woman knows that men's hands are always the wrong hands. Please consider making a new account and nuking the old one, fist_of_khonshu. You deserve safety and peace of mind.
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- 24 Gru 2019
Holy fuck, that's pretty horrific. Honestly shocked the cops didn't do anything besides scold you. If you were a leaf, I'm sure they would have at least let you have a no contact order. It's always the sadboys and geeks that turn into stalkers.
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- 17 Cze 2024
Likely not, later I've learned from some other guy, that he had done the same to some other girls and cried that they did not want to see him and hear his sorry. It's been another several years, so I hope I don't live rent-free in his head anymore.
My problem with him started, when he saw me wearing a braid. Until that, he had shown no interest in me and was depressed from a breakup, but the braid reminded him of some sexual fantasy (=porn video, most likely) and he started to be bothersome, so I blocked him.
Echinacea
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- 10 Lis 2024
Michael Vick ran a dog fighting ring, has done everything possible to atone for it and still gets shit on(rightly so) but all the NFL players that beat women, rarely makes the news. Similar situtation here. Women are beneath dogs to society.
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- 9 Lut 2024
Women's existence is woke
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- 20 Kwi 2025
Somehow Kill Bill is now activist slop. That's all the game is btw- just Kill Bill you can play.
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- 17 Kwi 2025
Don't you know that all women have makeup on 24/7, as well as huge tits and a huge ass? The one on the left looks like an anime character, and the one on the right looks like a realistic woman without a full face of makeup on. These dudes can never decide between "Makeup is catfishing" and "Why would you design a realistic looking woman without plastic surgery and makeup?".
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- 30 Cze 2025
I come from a major city where cops "have better things to do" (like what? Inquiring minds want to know) than deal with domestic calls like that. They constantly get on the news and social media and basically tell citizens to "just deal with it," whatever "it" may be. They're crooked, lazy drains on our system and are constant sources of corruption. I can't post it here without power leveling, but earlier this year we had a huge freeze and snowfall. The police department posted on their official Facebook page that, among other calls, they'd had a lot of domestic disturbance calls and chided people, joking that everyone should "get along" while the freeze was ongoing. Lots of people blasted them for that, citing our state's DV statistics and how irresponsible it is for police, who are civil servants, to NOT be civil NOR in service of their cities. The department never released any sort of apology statement or retraction. They truly do not care about the city by which they're employed. The police where I live are all D-grade losers who are only cops because they nearly flunked out of high school and would rather spend their time in a circlejerk than doing their jobs. With such a low-respect culture that they project onto us, the people they're "supposed" to protect, it's understandable why they behave like this, as they can mistreat people, sleep on the job, obstruct traffic, break the law, etc., all while getting paid and protection for their dirty deeds.
Another example: earlier this year I was in a fender-bender, and when you're an insured driver, you're required to call the police in my state so that they can provide an incident report to the insurer. Yet another lazy black male cop was dispatched to the scene, where he did nothing. The lady who hit me was very clearly not sober and he just let her go without field testing her. She also stole my bumper (which had been ripped off in the crash) and when I pointed out, "hey, she's stealing my property!" and tried to go after her, he just lied and said, "oh well it's not YOUR property anymore because it's considered debris because it was in the street." Nigga what? The bumper could have been repaired and put back onto my car, as it was just ripped off. But he would rather just feed me bullshit than do his job. He was pissy and bored the entire time, and though we were in an intersection surrounded by businesses, he claimed that no one had footage of what happened. I only ever saw him go into two of the eight surrounding businesses. The police will go out of their way to not do their job. They don't represent the populace they're meant to protect.
Thinking back, I'm pretty sure when my parents called the police that day when ol' boy drove down, they didn't explain the full situation and didn't care to, since I was the scapegoat child. That's why I'm now NC with my father, LC with my mother, and on KiwiFarms.
Echinacea
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- 10 Lis 2024
These are the same people that pick apart everything they dont like for being historically inaccurate lol
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- 25 Wrz 2021
I honestly don't understand how we've reached the point where men no longer want to play videogames without having pornified women in them to jerk off to. Like, are they really not able to enjoy ANYTHING in a non-sexual manner? There's so much porn out there for them, so many hentai and waifu games, yet they now need that kind of disgusting shit in any genre of game? It boggles my mind. No longer are conventionally pretty female characters enough either, they have to be mostly naked bimbos too, setting be damned.
But sure, they're the logical, rational sex who definitely isn't thinking with their death grip addled dicks.
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- 30 Cze 2025
Historically, this is one of the reasons why Christianity took Rome by storm. Ancient Roman culture was saturated in sex. When there came about a religion that condemned wanton behavior and exalted relationships based on fidelity, people were intrigued because it went up against the common culture of degenerate deviancy.
I think we're having a similar cultural backlash to pornification today, but unfortunately, it's being led mostly by misogynistic losers who are somehow blaming women for all of this. Here's a homemade meme that reflects other memes I've posted ITT before:
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- 25 Wrz 2021
I sadly think that things have escalated too far. Thanks to the internet, the genie of degeneracy is out of the bottle, it's not going back in. Just look at all the tradcath or orthodox converts. They're all just larping and for most men it's a combination of yet another sick fetish and suppressing women. I'm not saying true Christianity isn't patriarchal and in favour of making women second class citizen, but I'm fully convinced that the vast majority of the men who've recently found religion are just pretending. It's all just performative, as you can also see by them wanting a stereotypical 50s housewife while refusing to be the idealised provider.
Call me a doomer, and maybe I am, but I honestly don't see a way for (Western) society to return to more normal behaviour. As women we're now stuck between porn-sick incels who want to take away our rights because they're losers no one wants to fuck and porn-sick religious zealots who claim their god declared that a woman's role is to be a bangmaid. Seriously, I only see things getting worse.
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- 17 Kwi 2025
I mean, Ancient Rome and Weimar Germany were also pretty full of degenerate sex pests. But they managed to find a way to end it. I'm not sure how we go about ending it now that the Internet has unlimited infinite porn though. The "NoFap" community gives me some hope (look at r/NoFap on Reddit, it's full of guys bragging about their several year long streaks without fapping).
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- 9 Lut 2024
It reminds of that whole "female characters in western games are ugly" talking point. Even when a female character isn't fugly they still complain and they won't stop complaining till every female character looks like eve from stellar blade.
If you ever look those Western vs Eastern character design" memes you'll notice they always post the same handful of characters screenshot at bad angles, while the Eastern characters are promotion art or hi end renders.
There are guys that think this character is attractive enough to beat off to
So how am i to believe any other woman is too mid or ugly for them?
Mamimi
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- 8 Lut 2021
I remember seeing the trailer for Ghost of Tsushima (the first game in the series) years ago showing off an early combat encounter with a female samurai. There were some comments whining about how unrealistic it is to depict a woman not being immediately demolished in a fight against a man. Nobody questioned the male main character's ability to take on several opponents at once, of course.
Men like this are heterosexual but homosocial. They don't like women as people. So if a woman can't offer sexual gratification, the only thing they could want from her, they view her existence as a waste of space and air.
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- 30 Cze 2025
I agree with this sentiment, hence why I said that the reaction is sadly domineered by misogynistic losers. You're right on the money that it's just performative bullshit. It's the same as former libfems who bought into violent BDSM Cool Girl rhetoric now turning towards Islam. Horseshoe Faith, following the extremes, is popular with the uncritical and unmotivated--it requires very little of them in terms of critical thought and provides tons of resources on "how to be," which further enmeshes these people into the extreme lifestyles. Like transgender ideology, these people also get to BUY a whole new identity. Whether it's hormones and gender-affirming clothing or hijabs and rosaries, buying things makes people feel like they're "really" dedicating themselves to an idea and "committing" to their new identity...when all they're doing is playing dress-up.