I’m into hookups, and I’m a very beautiful girl, but honestly, it seems like I’m the only one who sees my beauty. I had a friend who wasn’t nearly as attractive as I am, both in looks and body, yet she never spent a night alone.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
She even had jobs, while I, on the other hand, sometimes had to offer promos or charge old customers I had previously fought with. It was so embarrassing.
One day, I finally got the courage to ask my friend why her business was booming while mine was dry. She was reluctant at first, but eventually, she told me it was Kaya Mata. She said she would take me to the woman who made the products for her.
In my head, I thought it was something to enhance sweetness and wetness, but when we got there, the woman gave me oil and face powder, instructing me to use them regularly.
I was confused and asked if this was the same Kaya Mata my friend was using. She almost got upset, so I quickly apologized and asked how much it would cost. The woman told me it was free, but if it worked, I should bring her 10% of any amount I made.
I was overjoyed. I thanked her, and we left. For the first time in my life, I started getting so much attention. Men were giving me money both physically and online. It got to the point where I had to turn off my phone because it was overwhelming.
But after two weeks, I noticed something strange—I stopped seeing myself in the mirror. When I looked into the mirror, I saw something entirely different. I told my friend about it, and she asked if I had given the woman her share. I hadn’t, so we immediately went to see her.
The woman was very happy to see us. I offered her the 10%, and she accepted it. Then, I told her about what I was seeing in the mirror.
She explained that because I hadn’t been protecting myself in the hookup business, someone had taken my destiny, and to reverse it, I had to do the same to others.
It was too diabolical for me, so I ran away. But soon after, I started falling very sick and vomiting blood. I had no choice but to go back to her.
This time, she gave me a waist bead. Now, whenever I sleep with a man, I take his wealth spiritually. Afterward, they still pay me for the hookup. The only exception is when I meet a man who is also jazzed up; in such cases, my waist bead turns black, so I avoid going home with him.
What’s worse is that the woman now wants my friend and me to sleep in a graveyard every Friday. I’m so scared. I’ve gone to all the churches I know, but nothing is saving me…CONTINUE READING>>
