Smiling After Violation: A Story From Across a Toilet Door

Would you live like me?

Would you accept to live between organized crime gangs and cartel members, putting yourself and your family in danger—while your home is monitored 24/7 with cameras, recordings, pictures taken, personal things stolen?

Would you live with no hope, in the middle of a socialist corruption where dirty money matters more than the safety of people?

This has been my life. Ten years. In this place.

I don’t know how I’ve survived it.

Maybe God protected me. Maybe I was just stubborn enough to keep refusing to join any of them—neither the cartels nor the corrupt CIA or law enforcement playing their own organized crime games.

Maybe I survived because I kept seeing the human behind the mask—the broken one that led them into crime in the first place.

But it is very hard.

Day by day, I face danger. Robberies. Dirt. Violation.

No help. Alone—trying to protect my family the best way I can.

Today, I write this while waiting in front of a toilet.

This morning, I found they had stolen one of my dresses—just a $5 second-hand dress.

But they knew I was out, they always know.

And when I’m gone, they come in and take whatever they want.

My house has become their store. The crazy man’s store. The dirty CIA’s store. They stole my laptop, my phones.

It’s sad. The corrupted police close their eyes. Everyone else lives happy.

Except me.

Me—unhappy, stuck in dirty socialism.

Yesterday, the Illuminati told me I’m “worth it.”

I laughed, and I kept writing my stories.

Many of them are organized crime.

They know me.

I don’t know them.

But I feel their energy.

They are organized crime—international, networked, invisible.

In a world controlled by madmen, you hope at least the criminals are rational.

But—sorry, Illuminati—not even that.

And no, I never wanted to be part of it.

No woman in? Good. I never asked to be. You forgot the CIA. You forgot the crime boss yelling at me. You forgot the home invasions, the gangstalking, the dirty videos shared between members like trophies.

I never chose a side.

I never belonged to them. But they messed with me. They destroyed my life.

Alone. A woman alone—facing the most dangerous organized crime networks, cartels, gangs, and the corrupted arms of law enforcement, intelligence, and politics.


How fair does that sound?

Today they stole my $5 second-hand dress. Maybe they thought I wouldn’t notice.

Maybe they hoped I’d forget. Maybe they thought they could gaslight me.

So I put on my gypsy skirt and left the house—for them to come in and steal more. Violate more.

Do it, you piece of shit! Just like your fathers! Just like your mothers, sisters, and brothers—crazy, entitled filth, feeding on destruction!

When I left the house, I knew they’d come in again.

Because that’s what socialism is—twisting and stealing from genuine people, messing with them.

At the exit door, he smiled—holding his dog close.

I sat by a coffee shop for three hours, letting them rob my home.

And when I left, I smiled.

Did he know I smiled because I knew I’d been robbed?

Have you ever smiled after you were violated?

That’s strength.

Smile. No masks.
People wear masks to deceive, to gain power.

But true people stay true.


So tell me—
Were you ever violated?
Or were you the one who ordered it?

If you’re laughing now, I hope your evil soul enjoys it.

Surviving in a City Run by Gangs, Corrupt Officials, and… YouTube Business Advice?

Welcome to the metropolitan jungle, where the gangs run the show, the officials are in on the act, and everyone else?

Well, Mandell, we’re all just trying to keep up with the lingo and keep our heads down.

In this city, speaking freely is a luxury, and knowing the right code words can be the difference between a regular day and becoming a “city special.”

But what if I told you that the most critical survival skill here isn’t street smarts or a convincing poker face? Nope—it’s deciphering the city’s ultimate business “advice” video, run by a guy calling himself “Rabbi in Disguise” on YouTube.

Part Tony Robbins, part underground kingpin, this Rabbi’s wisdom has all the “tips” for making it in the city, delivered with timing so specific that you might just think there’s a hidden message in there. Spoiler alert: there is.

For instance, around 21:27, he casually advises viewers to “help people get rid of some clutter.” Sounds genuine, right? Wrong!

In this town, it’s a euphemism for a late-night “redistribution of assets,” aka a heist that would make a Marie Kondo fan blush. This doesn’t mean Marie Kondo has arrived to bring joy to anyone’s kitchen cabinets. No, this likely means someone shady will “tidy” someone’s house, or perhaps even the whole building!

Here, even the simplest phrase has a dark side—and a double meaning that’ll make you think twice about fall cleaning.

Then, at 21:27 again (a double whammy), he introduces his “brother” Mike El Angelo.

Now, this isn’t some artistic endorsement; no one’s painting the Sistine Chapel here.

Instead, Mike is a “close associate,” likely handling a specific part of the operation or making sure certain “business agreements” stay on schedule.

This “brother” Mike could just as easily be a cousin of the cartel or another trusted friend in the gang family.

Things get really interesting around 24:22, when our Rabbi mentions that “the lease goes on.” Is he talking about an apartment lease? Hardly.

In fact, some speculate that “lease” might be code for “LIZ,” a certain person (or, let’s be real, an alias) who is keeping the “business” up and running.

Translation? There’s a big fish, likely still swimming around out there, quietly keeping the city’s gears turning and letting everyone know she’s “still in business.”

But wait—Rabbi in Disguise doesn’t stop there. At 28:52, he drops one of his biggest pearls of wisdom yet: a “renewed mandate.”

Now, for the untrained ear, this might sound like some corporate lingo, but in the city’s real language, it’s about as subtle as an airhorn. “Mandate” hints at yet another deal or commitment to keep business rolling as usual, unperturbed by pesky things like laws or morals.

Let’s just say this city’s renewal federal police mandate system renewal is much more “for life” than any gym contract.

And as a final touch, at 29:21, he advises taking advantage of a “wide array of opportunities.”

Anyone who’s seen a mob movie knows that “wide array” isn’t about diversifying investments; it’s shorthand for a network of resources—safe houses, contacts in high places, and, yes, backup plans in case things get a little too public.

Basically, it’s his way of saying, “The city’s your oyster, boys.”

So, dear reader, next time you’re browsing YouTube for “business advice,” maybe skip past the guy in a Rabbi costume.

After all, if you can’t tell the difference between insider tips and actual insider trading, you might just find yourself on the wrong end of the “clutter” crew’s next job.

And whatever you do, if you hear about a “renewed lease,” and “renewed mandate”, for your own safety, just smile and nod… or make yourself scarce.