[QUOTE=Oriema2002;3473916]I am deeply concerned about a provider who has ben discussed numerous times on this Board. She is extremely depressed. Has lost a lot of weight, seems oblivious to everything, and apparently has suffered a catastrophic event (the particulars about, I do not know}. What I do know is that she recently had a child, the child apparently is being watched by her mother, she is absolutely broke, and while a friend of mine was visiting her, the hotel manager barged into her room and a big scene followed. My friend was lucky not to have been arrested. The provider texted my friend for help on several occasions and he wound up giving her gifts of cash without any expectation of service (nor was any offered) . She even asked for more cash claiming that she was robbed. She also has greatly curtailed her advertising. Something is going on and it isn't good. I advised her to get some help and straighten out her act. I also advised her to quit the business and get a legitimate job so that she could provide for her child. Apparently, my advice was ignored and she continues to slide downhill. I have no desire to see her as she looks terrible, no desire to contact her as she undoubtedly will ask me for money as she asked my friend. Yet, I am concerned and I believe her to be at a tipping point. What should I do? Should I move on and just chalk it up to this life style or should I find some way to intervene, although whatever she's going through truly is not my business nor do I want to make it my business. I suspect that this is all drug related (although she swears that she doesn't do drugs) and just want her to get some help before it is too late.[/QUOTE]Here's a quote from famous philosopher Marshall Mathers.
Don't get me wrong.
I love these hoes.
It's no secret.
Everybody knows.
Yeah we f*ed.
B* so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes.
We'll be friends.
I'll call you again.
I'll chase you around every bar you attend.
Never know what kind of car I'll be in.
We'll see how much you'll be partying then.
You don't want that.
Neither do I.
I don't want to flip when I see you with guys.
Too much pride.
Between you and I.
Not a jealous man, but females lie.
But I guess that's just what sluts do.
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you.
We just met and I just f*ed you.
But I do know one thing though.
B*es they come they go.
Saturday through Sunday Monday.
Monday through Sunday yo.
Maybe I'll love you one day.
Maybe we'll someday grow.
'Till then just sit your drunk a** on that f*in runway hoe.
