Контент 18+
An insight into what makes a 41-year-old mother of 1 son tick.
Jump on, climb inside. Laugh at the humiliations that I have suffered and learn from my mistakes. Cry with me, tears of sorrow or laughter! Celebrate my mistakes and embrace what makes me human. Form an opinion. Share your views if you feel compelled to, be they negative or positive. It’s okay, that’s the point to … Read the rest
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Prisons and Prisoners. Concrete Walls of Mind. Part 1.
Контент 18+
My first days in the hospital I worked only during daylight hours to meet the local orders. The hospital needed a doctor so desperately that I was pressed into action even before all the formalities were finished. On my very first day I was invited by a chief security officer into a rather stark and bleak furnished office where he probed me for details about my life, education … Read the rest
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Prisons and Prisoners. Pain Inside-out. Part 6. End of Story.
Контент 18+ (лексика, описание сцен насилия)
In difficult periods of my life I have always relied on my friends and my hobby to give me focus and direction. So it happened again. A weak wind of change blew when a local TV showed a clip about my amateur music band, where I was honing my skill of playing bass-guitar. I thought that their visit was premature because we didn’t perform … Read the rest
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Prisons and Prisoners. Grinder. Part 5.
Контент 18+ (лексика, подробные описания сцен насилия, описание тюремной жизни и порядков)
I had many night duties. As Valery explained me, they desperately needed a doctor to cover the 'graveyard' shift. When I was a student I had had similar experience working in emergency stations at night while learning during the days. It was hard, but in the prison, it was even more difficult.
I had never been subjected to
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Soul of the Dog. Pink Tongue. Part 5.
Контент 14+ (лексика)
It took two weeks to heal my wounds, about two months to grow my fur again and more than two years to become a little braver than I was. The cat adapted to me and used to come to my mat. We teased each other, finally took to each other, and before long we were sleeping together. Sometimes Vasya started to lick my fur as if I … Read the rest
