Currently abstaining at my mother's place. Throughout the month of March I have been indoors. It's boring but cost-friendly.

More like I'm in therapy. Food, sleep and rest.
But it feels like I'm missing my wild/naughty side. Even soapy yester night felt unexciting.

Even songs I hear on my MP reminds me of my favourite brothel. Songs like good sin by olivedboy, my kinda wife by magnito etc


If I had money on me, I won't lie, maybe I will intermittently visit there.

That sweet feeling of after the hard work, you chill with lowlifes at the joint, unwind to music, watch ladies on tempting bumshot, take some drinks and smoke (not me though. For those that do).

At times, I can't help to feel am missing out or the ladies are missing me. I was so regular this year that their madam dey believe me prepare table when I enter. At times she let's me buy and buy and pay late on, unlike other customers.

Even the call girls (aside new ones) allow me knack and pay after I am satisfied, which is contrary to their policy of collect money first.

I have been foolish Sha. At times declaring for guys that hail me there. If only I had saved.

I do hope I have changed for good. I think I will open an online piggyvest account I can not touch till maturity day

U can write ✍️ well. I wish I could write well like u. U get talent oo. Try harness Ur writing skills