The recent alleged turn of fortune of a former popular provider reminds me of something.
I used to know a guy who was very good at his job. He was so good, his friends encouraged him to start his own business. His wife could handle the office, he could do the work he'd always done and they would make lots of money.
His job required a lot of expensive equipment, but with some loans from family and by putting their home equity down as collateral, him and his wife started the business. Soon business was booming. Things were good enough to hire a helper, then another. In less than a year all the work was being done by the helpers, but they didn't do as good of a job, they caused damage and didn't take care of the equipment.
18 months after starting, they had lost everything, including their house and were living in his in-laws garage.
Several years later I met a stripper during her 2nd week on the job. She had the perfect combination of looks, body and personality. I was spending, so she sat to talk with me. I gave her some of my standard advice, mainly don't mix work with partying. Avoid the drugs, don't get drunk at work and always remember it's about making the money. Simple stuff.
I ran into her about 2 years later. She had lost about half her teeth and looked a very rough 45 years old. She was 22.
The connection is they both lost sight of their goals. They got caught up in the initial success and started celebrating and it all caught up with them.
A friend recently told me I'm living the dream. I'm in a beautiful city, the climate is almost perfect, the city is known around the world for the beauty of its women, I work and live with gorgeous women who are great people and my situation is such that I can live well for about $600 per month.
But that dream will fall apart if I lose sight of what I'm here for. I'm not here for the mongering opportunities. My play time will be infrequent and discrete. My interactions with the women I work with and around will be professional, at least by Colombian standards.
My dream is to be here. It's not to have access to cheap pussy, it's not to work with and around beautiful women, those are just the benefits. That all goes away if I don't keep focused.
There's no moral to this story, but maybe it will help someone.