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Vaseline and Survey: A Fever Dream About Humanity (and Maybe Reptilians) 🧴

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🌡️ Fever, Jetlag & Delirium — The Holy Trinity of Confusion

My brain is still cooking at 41°C, shivering, dizzy, and trying to remember which planet I’m on. Walking one block feels like climbing Mount Everest, and every bone in my body screams like a heavy metal concert.

And to whoever said Tylenol doesn’t work — you, my friend, have never been this close to seeing angels. Tylenol is freaking amazing!

Between the jetlag, fever, and existential confusion, I woke up today 100% convinced I was in a hotel. Nope. Just my trusty 50-year-old couch.

Oh God, how You love to mess with our straight paths and whisper, “Don’t worry, it’s all part of the plan.”
Really, God? THIS was the plan? 😂

🐍 The Vaseline-Reptilian Hypothesis

My poor nose is as red as Rudolph’s, thanks to the mountain of tissues I’ve used. I swear if I keep this up, I’ll transform into a reptilian.

And then what?
Do reptilians even have noses? Or lips?
Would I need to apply Vaseline all day long just to stay moisturized?

Okay, okay… clearly the fever is winning this round. 😵‍💫

🧠 Fever Productivity: Project Complete!

Delirious but determined, I started working on my project at 4 AM.
And guess what? I finished it. I even tested it — a short survey with a small, diverse group of people.

If this were Heaven, I’d imagine a whole plaza buzzing with laughter, everyone chatting, overlapping voices, answering my two simple questions:

“Which one do you like more, and why?”

But here? People act like I’m asking for their social security number or a confession about their ancestors. 😅

👼 Vox Populi, Vox Dei: The People Have Spoken

Out of 10 people, from different ages, cultures, and social backgrounds — 9 chose my handmade project over a professional one.

Why?
Because it was human. ❤️

We look for humanity in humans.
That’s why that moment felt like Heaven on Earth to me.

🌴 The Dream: Tylenol, Vaseline & a Beachside Heaven

So here I am — with Vaseline on my reptilian nose, Tylenol for my divine dizziness, and a smile of human triumph.

Tomorrow is a new day.
I’ll get stronger, I’ll speak fluent Spanish, joke with everyone freely, and one day… I’ll buy that small house with a big garden by the beach.

There, I’ll open a little business — surrounded by laughter, kindness, and humanity.

Because for me, that’s Heaven. 🌺✨

Now excuse me… I need to rest, hydrate, and reapply Vaseline. 😅

Tomorrow I Will Drink a Coffee (and Maybe Start a Revolution) ☕

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Subtitle: Surviving bills, bad politics, and burnt dreams—with caffeine, sarcasm, and a stubborn refusal to play dirty.

Tomorrow I will drink a good coffee.
Not that watery office brew that tastes like hot cardboard and bad decisions. No. I’m talking about the kind of coffee that smells like hope—even if it’s in a chipped cup on a shaky bus that costs more than my dignity.

Behind me tonight sat a man from my past life. He didn’t speak, but I felt him staring like he knew my Wi-Fi password.
And me? I’m just here, too tangled in my own survival to help the people who actually depend on me. Still, tomorrow I will drink a coffee. Because coffee feels like a little “YES” whispered into the chaos:

Yes, you’re alive.
Yes, you can still fight.
Yes, the world is unfair, stupid, and full of gangs, but at least you still have caffeine.

Because what else could bump up the spirit in a world where the survival goes like this:

  • One paycheck = rent.
  • Half of another = bills and food.
  • What’s left? The magical budget for… absolutely nothing.

Add a sick relative into the mix, and life becomes a sport called Overwhelmathlon.
The events include: paying bills, carrying groceries, crying quietly in the bathroom, and pretending you slept 8 hours when you really don’t know the hours.

All we want are the basics: house, food, health. That’s it. Nothing fancy. But instead, we get a society that:

  • Can’t protect its people.
  • Keeps importing fresh immigrants with brochures about “Beautiful Lives” (spoiler: it’s a scam brochure).
  • And rewards politicians who couldn’t run a lemonade stand without laundering the lemons.

If you’re a politician with sticky fingers → you thrive.
If you’re part of a gang, cartel, or organized crime cousin’s WhatsApp group → you thrive.
If you’re an honest single mom trying to build a business from nothing → the universe sends you bills shaped like middle fingers.

My communist grandfather once said: “Every profitable business has some dirt at the beginning—you’ll have to live with it.”
No thanks, Grandpa. Do dirt, in my coffee.

But then— my good coffee kicks in. And I remember: some people really did start from nothing, without dirty shortcuts. For example:

  • Jan Koum, who grew up on food stamps, taught himself programming from library books, and later sold WhatsApp for $19 billion. His “startup capital” was free Wi-Fi.
  • Madam C.J. Walker, widowed at 20, invented haircare products in her kitchen and became the first self-made female millionaire in America. Kitchen pots, not corruption pots.
  • Ingvar Kamprad, who began selling matches on his bicycle in rural Sweden, grew that stubborn hustle into IKEA. Imagine going from matches to a global empire of allen keys.

The pattern? They didn’t fake it, cut corners, or kiss political rings. They started with skills, solved real needs, and grew slowly but stubbornly.

So maybe tomorrow, when I drink that coffee, I’ll sketch out a plan. Not dirty, not crooked—just mine. Something small, but clean. Something that doesn’t need to shake hands with cartels or beg corrupt officials for crumbs.

Because maybe Grandpa was wrong. Maybe you don’t need dirt at the bottom of your cup.
Maybe you just need coffee strong enough to wake you up, sarcastic enough to keep you laughing, and honest enough to remind you:

👉 If IKEA can start with matches, and Madam C.J. Walker with a kitchen pot, then who knows what tomorrow’s coffee might spark?

☕ Tomorrow, coffee. Today, survival. And maybe that’s how all revolutions start—with one honest sip (and a good laugh at the system).

✍️ Interactive Ending

And now I’m curious—if you were sitting on that bus, how would you write it?
Would the man from a past life whisper something haunting, or just sit in silence like a shadow?
Would tomorrow’s coffee taste like hope, or just another survival sip?

Or maybe… would he silently judge your latte, ask for your secrets, or sneakily rearrange your bag while you weren’t looking?

Writers, your turn. Share your take. Let’s see how many different stories we can pour from the same cup—one caffeine-fueled at a time.

ICE, TN Visas, Holy Water & Canadian Privilege: A Borderline Comedy of Errors

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Let’s talk about the Canadian “business consultant” who thought immigration paperwork was more of a suggestion than a rulebook.

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

Sis ended up in an ICE detention center — and not in the cute “ice bath for recovery” kind of way.

🚫 TN Visa: Not Your DIY Pinterest Project

She claimed she was coming in under a TN visa for “business consulting.” Cute idea.

Except… there’s no TN visa category for “business consultant.” It’s management consultant — and that category is more scrutinized than a celebrity apology video.

You can’t just show up and hope your vague PowerPoint about “synergy” gets you through immigration.

Result? Her first application got denied. Why? Because her paperwork was messier than a 2 a.m. Taco Bell run.

And you know what the ICE agent said? “Come back tomorrow with the right paperwork.” That’s not persecution. That’s customer service.


Did she listen? No. Instead, she took the “advice” of a lawyer in San Diego who allegedly told her to “come to his office to get the TN visa.” 👀 Um, bestie…

TN visas are processed at the border, not at Chad’s strip-mall legal hustle next to the vape shop.

💻 Her Business: Holy! Water — or Holy What Is This?

Let’s hydrate, shall we? 🍹
Her biz, enjoyholywater.com, launched a year ago and sells a “functional beverage” with a cocktail of ketones, mushrooms, adaptogens, and nootropics. So basically: Gwyneth Paltrow in liquid form.

Is it legal? Mostly, yes:

  • ✅ Ketones: Legal.
  • ✅ Mushrooms (non-psychedelic): Legal.
  • ✅ Ashwagandha: Legal.
  • ✅ L-Theanine & Ginkgo: Legal-ish unless you’re using it to claim you’re the next Einstein.

⚠️ The only real risk? Making unapproved health claims like “Cures sadness!” or “Makes ICE disappear.” That’ll get the FDA on your glittery elixir real fast.

But here’s the real tea: Was ICE sniffing around her business for something deeper? Unregulated microdosing? Shady supply chains? Organized crime networks using kombucha fronts? 👀 Or maybe it just looked suspicious AF for a TN management consultant to suddenly be the CEO of “Magic Mushroom Spa Water LLC.”

🇨🇦 Canadian Passport Privilege Hits a Wall

Our doll bounced between Canada, the U.S., and Mexico like she was on tour.

No issues — until one day, ICE came knocking like it was season two of Narcos.


The question is: Was she documenting her travels? Or was she freestyle crossing borders like it’s 1995?

Her first real drama hit 4 months ago at the Vancouver–L.A. route. Denied. Again. Why?

She tried to get her TN processed where it couldn’t be — maybe at a Ritz? Who knows.


Then came Plan B: Get another TN visa through a different employer. And this time? The drama was at the Tijuana border, where they first said “nope,” then called a supervisor, and eventually said, “fine,” only to get tripped up by… a passport expiring in two years. 🫠

Girl, are you applying for visas with expired coupons?

🚫 5-Year Ban: ICE Said “Bye Felicia” But Legally

So what gets you a 5-year ban from the U.S.? Let’s break it down:

  • ❌ Misrepresentation
  • ❌ Fraud
  • ❌ Unlawful presence
  • ❌ Looking like you’re here to stay when you said you were just visiting Aunt Linda

Apparently, she hit at least one of these — we’re guessing something between “category mismatch” and “vibes off.”

Then she drops a cryptic flex:

“The timing of my release was because of the news (heard like nurse) 12:30.”


WHAT? Are we deciphering secret codes now? Morse code meets mushroom trip?

Or is she saying there’s some intelligence op behind this video?

Because if so, somebody hand her a tinfoil hat and a Netflix docuseries.

🎤 “I’m Privileged!”

A reporter asks if she feels privileged. Her answer?

“100% privileged. I had lawyers, politicians, and media.”

Wow. That’s not a response — that’s a confession.

Listen. She wasn’t locked up for being Canadian.

She was locked up for being Canadian with a confused visa, a suspiciously trendy business, and enough border crossings to raise AI red flags.

ICE didn’t need a conspiracy — just a copy of her inconsistent visa letters and a calendar.

💡 Real Talk

U.S. immigration ain’t Build-A-Bear. It’s “my house, my rules.” And if you mess around with the system, it’ll mess right back — with a 5-year ban and a one-way ticket to maple-flavored disappointment.

Instead of trying to reframe this as oppression, how about we reframe it as a case study in “How NOT to Apply for a TN Visa”?

Moral of the story?

  1. Do your research.
  2. Match your visa to your actual job.
  3. If you’re going to sell mushroom water, keep your paperwork tighter than your cortisol levels.


And to the internet sleuths and media stans hyping her up as a freedom fighter — stop.

She’s not Snowden.

She just didn’t fill out the right forms.

That’s not injustice. That’s just bad papers.

Done. 🎤

The Hidden Games of U.S. Immigration: A Nurse’s Tale and a Call for Truth

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A Personal Encounter with the Immigration Machine

In a luxurious hotel room in San Francisco 2010-2011, a foreign registered nurse (RN) with a small child and a single income—found herself face-to-face with a prominent Jewish gay lawyer who owned one of the East city’s most reputable immigration firms.

He sat with a friend, a glass of champagne in hand, smirking as they watched her.

For him, her desperate pursuit of a Green Card sponsorship was not a matter of life and death, but a frivolous game—a fancy, teasing play.

For her, it was everything: survival, stability, a future for her child.

What he said that day has haunted her for years.

With a sly smile, he leaned in and asked, “What are you willing to do and obey for this Green Card?”

His friend chuckled, their amusement cutting deeper than the question itself.

She felt mocked, reduced to a pawn in their entertainment.

But something wild in her roared back: “I will not obey EVER!”

His response was immediate and cold: “Then you will never have your Green Card!”

That moment was a bitter truth: for some, U.S. immigration is a playground of power and profit, while for others like her, it’s a life-or-death struggle.

Now, too old to fight the system herself, she can still tell her stories and point to where the dirt lies.

American Nurses love freedom, and she believes the United States remains the last bastion where it still is.

But who are the ones behind these dirty immigration practices?

Who profits from the schemes and wields control through these games?

The U.S. must uncover this—for its own sake.

A foreign American Nurse offers not just her story, but the data and insights to fuel that search.

Immigrant Nurses in the U.S.: A 20-Year Overview (2005–2025) – Grok research

Providing a precise breakdown of immigrant nurses entering the U.S. over the past two decades—by country of origin, U.S. state, sponsoring organizations, and lawyers or agencies processing their documents—is no simple task.

No single, centralized, publicly available dataset tracks all these variables with exact numbers.

Yet, by synthesizing available data, trends, and industry insights, we can have an informed image, even as we acknowledge the gaps where details remain elusive.


The Scale of Immigrant Nurses

Over the last 20 years (2005–2025), the U.S. has leaned heavily on internationally educated nurses (IENs) to fill chronic nursing shortages.

Estimates suggest that 8–18% of the U.S. nursing workforce is foreign-educated.

By 2022, approximately 500,000 immigrant nurses were working as registered nurses (RNs)—about one in six nationwide.

With ongoing demand and immigration trends, this number may have edged closer to 600,000 by April 2025.


By Country of Origin

The countries sending the most nurses to the U.S. over this period include:

  • Philippines: The top source, contributing over 30% of IENs (150,000–200,000 nurses). The Philippines has a nursing education system tailored for export, with many trained explicitly for U.S. licensure, such as passing the NCLEX-RN exam.
  • India: Accounting for 7–10% (35,000–50,000 nurses), India’s numbers surged post-2008 recession, though visa backlogs slowed growth at times.
  • Nigeria: Around 4–5% (20,000–25,000 nurses), with a notable uptick in recent years due to aggressive recruitment.
  • Jamaica: Approximately 5% (25,000 nurses), a steady Caribbean contributor.
  • Mexico: Roughly 5% (25,000 nurses), often entering via TN visas under NAFTA (now USMCA).
  • Haiti: About 4% (20,000 nurses), concentrated in urban centers.
  • Other Countries: The remaining 30–40% (150,000–200,000 nurses) hail from Canada, South Korea, the UK, and various African and Asian nations, with Canada and South Korea each likely sending 5,000–10,000.

These estimates stem from NCLEX-RN data (foreign-educated test-takers rose from 5,000 annually in 1994 to 15,000 by 2005, then stabilized) and workforce studies on country-of-origin trends.

By U.S. State

IENs gravitate toward states with robust healthcare systems and urban hubs:

  • California: Likely hosts 20–25% (100,000–125,000 nurses), especially in Los Angeles and San Francisco, driven by its vast healthcare industry and diverse population.
  • Texas: Around 15% (75,000 nurses), with Houston and Dallas drawing many from Mexico and the Philippines.
  • Florida: Approximately 10–15% (50,000–75,000 nurses), fueled by an aging population in Miami and Orlando.
  • New York: About 10% (50,000 nurses), a hub for Caribbean and African nurses in New York City.
  • Illinois: Around 5–7% (25,000–35,000 nurses), centered in Chicago.
  • Other States: The remaining 40–50% (200,000–250,000 nurses) are scattered across New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, and rural shortage areas, with annual shifts based on hospital needs and visa processing.

These figures are inferred from hospital hiring patterns (e.g., 32% of U.S. hospitals employed IENs in 2022) and state healthcare data, though comprehensive 20-year state-by-state tallies aren’t publicly available.

By Sponsoring Organizations

Sponsorship typically involves healthcare employers or staffing agencies filing EB-3 visas (the main RN pathway) or temporary visas like H-1B or TN:

  • Hospitals and Health Systems: Giants like HCA Healthcare, Kaiser Permanente, AdventHealth, and Henry Ford Health have sponsored thousands. AdventHealth, for instance, hired over 400 IENs in 2023 (up from 280 in 2022), suggesting a 20-year total in the thousands per system. Hospitals likely account for 50–60% (250,000–300,000 nurses).
  • Staffing Agencies: Firms like Health Carousel International, AMN Healthcare, and WorldWide HealthStaff Solutions have facilitated tens of thousands of visas. Health Carousel claims hundreds annually via EB-3, potentially totaling 5,000–10,000 over 20 years per agency. Agencies likely handle 30–40% (150,000–200,000 nurses).
  • Nursing Homes and Smaller Facilities: These sponsored 5–10% (25,000–50,000 nurses), often in rural or underserved regions.

Exact sponsor data is proprietary, but the jump in hospital reliance on IENs (from 16% in 2010 to 32% in 2022) highlights their dominance.

By Lawyers and Agencies Processing Documents

Immigration lawyers and credentialing agencies are linchpins in this process:

  • Credentialing Agencies: The Commission on Graduates of Foreign Nursing Schools (CGFNS) processes VisaScreen certificates for over 90% of IENs (450,000+ cases). Alternatives like the International Education Research Foundation (IERF) handle a minor share.
  • Law Firms: Prominent names like Scott D. Pollock & Associates, Shusterman Immigration Lawyers, and Malescu Law have managed thousands of nurse petitions. Shusterman claims over 10,000 RN cases in 30+ years, with a hefty chunk in the last 20, suggesting 5,000–15,000 per major firm. Smaller firms process hundreds annually.
  • Staffing Agencies with Legal Teams: Health Carousel and similar outfits often bundle legal services, covering 30–50% of cases (150,000–250,000 nurses).

No public registry tracks individual contributions, so these are educated guesses based on industry prominence and self-reported figures.


Data Gaps and Challenges

  • Exact Numbers: No unified source tracks IENs by country, state, sponsor, and lawyer/agency over 20 years. USCIS visa data lacks public granularity, and NCLEX stats only reflect test-takers, not entrants.
  • Sponsorship Variability: Sponsors shift, and nurses often change employers post-arrival, muddying the trail.
  • Time Frame: The 2005–2025 span saw policy changes (e.g., H-1C’s 2009 expiration, EB-3 backlogs), skewing annual flows.

Who Plays the Dirty Games?

The lawyer’s question—“What are you willing to do and obey?”— shows a system underground.
Who’s behind it?
Look to the profiteers: staffing agencies raking in fees, hospitals exploiting shortages to keep wages low, and lawyers charging exorbitant rates to navigate the process.

Who controls through immigration?

Those who benefit from a compliant workforce—corporations, policymakers, even the lawyers who saw the desperation as a fun game to play.

The U.S. must dig deeper.

We can’t name every player, but the data hints at where to start: follow the money from visa fees to hospital boards, trace the lawyers’ networks, and question why backlogs persist while shortages worsen.

Freedom is there, and it’s up to those who still cherish it to expose the games and reclaim the promise of this nation.

Conclusion


Over 20 years, an estimated 500,000–600,000 immigrant nurses entered the U.S., mostly from the Philippines, India, and Nigeria, landing in states like California, Texas, and Florida.

Hospitals and staffing agencies drove sponsorship, with CGFNS and key law firms handling the paperwork.

For precise answers, the U.S. needs USCIS records or a dedicated study—tasks beyond our reach here.

But the stories, like that nurse story and the data together ask for scrutiny.

Who profits, who controls, and why?

That’s the fight worth having.

Abraham Lincoln -Wizard-Lizard and my coffee

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So today! I’m in this coffee shop, right?

I’m trying to keep my damn location off, WiFi off, no car, avoiding intersections like I’m in a fucking spy movie, and bam, in walks this dirty blonde Brit who’s probably tracking my phone.

I’m like, “Great, the crazies found me again.”

Then, door swings open, and who’s there?

Fucking Abraham Lincoln!

Or a wizard, I can’t tell, but with the most familiar boots I’ve seen since my last tequila bender in Mexico.

This dude’s dressed like he’s about to sign the Emancipation Proclamation but forgot his coat.

I’m sitting there, job hunting because no one wants a loud-mouthed RN who calls out bullshit, and here’s Abe, sipping his coffee outside in the cold, clearly here for me.

I’m like, “Coincidence my ass!” The Brit vanishes, and now I’m alone with Abe the Wizard.

My brain’s screaming, “Don’t be nuts, it’s just a coincidence!” but my gut’s like, “He’s here for you, babe.”

He comes back in, asks to sit near me like it’s totally normal to have coffee with Honest Abe.

I’m trying to make myself small, but I can’t help staring at this loony.

His hat? Not a topper, he says, but he’s definitely Abe Lincoln.

I end up talking to him because, you know, curiosity killed the cat, and I’m the cat. Please God protect me, because I am crazy and I talk with strange people!

He’s got clean hands, weird rings, and a smile that says, “I know you know.”

We dance around the elephant in the room—his bizarre get-up.

He starts spinning yarns about his boots and hat, and I’m like, “Dude, you look more like Gandalf than Lincoln.”

He laughs, agrees, and I swear I see a lizard tongue when he laughs.

So, what would you do?

I’ve got a wizard-lizard Abraham Lincoln on my hands.

Maybe it’s time to switch coffee shops… and buy a book on Lincoln.

H1B- The Value of Talent: A Case for Fair Immigration Reform

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Do you believe that foreigners are taking your jobs, your money, and your opportunities, leaving you powerless?

Let me share a story with you.

Imagine your child, your mother, your sibling, or your partner is in the hospital, critically ill, and none of the local healthcare professionals can provide a clear diagnosis or treatment. But somewhere in the world, there’s a top specialist who can save their life.

Would you refuse them the opportunity to come to the U.S. on an H1B visa to treat your loved one?

Would you deny them the chance to teach others in America the skills that could save countless lives?

What about a pharmacist, chemist, or physicist who has discovered groundbreaking medication for a rare disease—one that could cure your child?

Would you reject their H1B visa and deny Americans the chance to learn from their brilliance?
What if a world-class counterterrorism expert, with decades of global experience, wanted to come to the U.S. to train our forces and enhance our safety?

Would you refuse them simply because they’re not American-born?

Consider this: the issue has never been with legal immigrants.

The problem lies in government corruption and flawed immigration laws that fail to prioritize transparency and fairness. For decades, corrupt actors have manipulated the system, undermining the intent of legal immigration.

The U.S. needs a clean, effective immigration system—one that invites top talent to contribute to the country and its people.

I speak from experience.

My child’s life was saved by a Middle Eastern doctor after American doctors missed her diagnosis.

A Mexican nurse named Rose taught me the importance of tenderness and compassion.

A Kenyan nurse, eight months pregnant, performed CPR on a 250-pound American man and saved his life.

Filipino nurses, with their exceptional care and dedication, inspired me.

Conversations with Indian colleagues revealed their intelligence, kindness, and humanity.

And these are just a few examples.

These individuals didn’t just bring their skills to America—they shared them, teaching others and enriching our communities.

Talent knows no borders, but it takes generosity to share knowledge and make the world better.

Would you deny these individuals an H1B visa simply because they weren’t born here?

It’s time to recognize the value of legal immigrants and advocate for a system that brings the best to America for the benefit of all.

How I Chose to Be Vulnerable, Heal, and Save Myself

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Anything can be played to win, but what do you do when you don’t want to play the game of life and just want to live it?

I will tell you what happens: you become vulnerable.

Profiling someone takes 5 seconds, no more, no less.

If you install CTV cameras in someone’s apartment to do long-term profiling, you are a psychopath or a low-level professional. Or perhaps a creepy gang member selling pictures of naked women on porn sites.

No professional will do that!

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A 5-second screening is all it takes for a professional to have a profile.

Then you can make connections and exclusions. You assess and reassess as you go, making the best decisions.

24×7 monitoring is against human rights and ethical unprofessional. Broadcasting the same!

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My decision today is to give my psychopath the chance to confront a truly strong professional person, not to hide, steal, or monitor from the shadows an old, handicapped American nurse brought down by his organized crime and dirty games.

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So I chose to open up and become vulnerable. Because he violated my privacy, bashed, and broke my personal and home safety in the name of his craziness and entitlement, feeling powerful over a vulnerable immigrant.

In response, I decided to reveal everything about myself—my privacy, my vulnerabilities, my home, emails, phone, and official records—to others.

By doing so, I turned my vulnerability into strength and allowed everyone to see who I truly am.

Is how the sexual abused women become strippers!

I stripped out my covers to turn his rape into my strength!

One person violated my privacy; to another, I offered myself and let them decide the rest. This openness created a protective network around me, bringing in support and shining a light on the perpetrator’s actions.

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So next time you mess with my emails, my house, my clothes, my food, my road schedule, my car, my family, my job, my official documents, and records, keep in mind that THE OTHER ONE IS THERE, everywhere, profiling YOU!

Because a soul speaks to a soul, and you should never mess with anyone else’s life for dirty power, dirty games, dirty money, and corruption!

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