Praying on Knee vs Dirty Intel

Praying on my knee on one side, dirty Intel disguise on the other.
Who came first? Of course, dirty intelligence. Because beyond gangs and organized crime, it’s the Intel networks that control the shadows. But that’s another story.

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A Strange Encounter at the Bus Station

It all started at the bus station. I was on one side, he was on the other. I ignored him.
I don’t interfere with dirty Intel or organized crime business. Not my circus not my monkeys.

So keep looking, babe—NOT with me!

I hopped on the bus, heading home. Just two blocks down, I always pass buildings filled with Middle Eastern Intel. I’ve seen them, I know them. Their problems are not mine. I refuse to interact—I glance, then I look down.

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My Rule: When Kids Are Involved, I’m Out

As soon as kids are pulled into dirty Intel games, I’m done.
I change streets, neighborhoods—whatever it takes to stay clear.

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The Spy in Disguise

But today the crazy one pushed harder. Again, in disguise.
He had promised the police he wouldn’t try to key into my building or my home—and surprisingly, he didn’t.

He wanted THE OPEN door! This time.

Imagine being so unstable to bypass own promise. AGAIN!

This time he was disguised as a woman. How did I know?

• His pelvic sway was all wrong.
• His back tilt looked broken.
• His shy eyes hid awkwardly behind the burka.

First I saw him at the Middle Eastern spies building. Then outside the spy building. Then at my building door.
Too many coincidences. No code, no key—just waiting for me.

Are you crazy? How crazy can this neighborhood get?

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The Old Man by the Flowers

From the time the crazy followed me to when I got home, there was a delay. Unless he slowed down on purpose, it was impossible to follow. And then came the twist…

The delay! An old man. Kneeling in front of a flower garden on the grass—like he was praying across my building.

Normally, I don’t interfere. But he had fallen. I crossed the street, helped him up, walked him to his door, let him open it himself, sat him on the hall’s couch, and asked if he felt safe. He said yes.

Rule of thumb: don’t accompany old people into their apartments unless they need it. Privacy and safety matter.

But the spy-in-burka? The stupid spy?

He ignored all that. No code, no invitation—he just followed me in my building. My house!

Honestly, I might not be here if another neighbor hadn’t stepped into the elevator with us.

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The Same Vibe as the Poisoning Attempt

Do you remember my “date with nuts” poisoning at a job meeting—the one that sent me to the ER?
The vibe today was exactly the same.

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Lessons Learned: Trust Your Vibe

My advice? Trust your instincts. Help people, but keep a safe distance. Safety and privacy come first.

Because the Intel world is dirtier than you can imagine—deeply tied into organized crime and politics.

Do you really want to live in that world? Then step in.

But if you want peace? Step aside.

And honestly… is there any intelligence agency not caught up in these twisted games?

Any HONEST SPY? LOL