So, fools, you really want to hear my tale? About that fool Jan Motovsky, obsessed with fashion models? You want to hear about a woman, who became my fateful love, and my doom? About my wife, Katerina Motovska, who plays poor sad widow nowadays, but she is rather a sexy viper, and who most likely contributed to my disappearance, and presumed death, and who is spending my millions, which she stole from me, and my family?
But we miserable infidels all are creators of our fate, unless you are submitted to the will of Allah, your real Creator and only God. For me, it’s too late to acknowledge Allah, as I am smelling the flowers from below now, as a classic proverb says, and you are blessed, fools, that you can still walk, fuck and enjoy life, unlike me, who can only contemplate about past sins, and suffer with endless question: what if?
What if I wouldn’t do this and that mistake, what if I did this and that good decision?
And particularly, to keep my distance from that slut, called Katerina, Katerina Motovska (*1978), a cute fashion model, my former wife by law, and now widow, but still using my name, called as gold digger by my friend, and as a “suka” (=bitch) by my trustworthy Russian business partners.
But you know, how it goes with luxurious, sexy sluts like her. You fall in love, you lose all rational thinking, and any moment, when you stick your dick into her, you feel like in a heaven, because these fashion models, oh, fools… they are simply something, and whoever tasted them once, can’t go back!
Well, in my case, it’s valid too, even literally.
Unlike you, I won’t fuck any fashion model anymore. Katerina became my fate, and not too good fate, as I disappeared without a trace in August 2008, from sunny Nice, France, where I allegedly went for a business.
“It was debts, which killed my husband,” that dumb bitch said later, absolutely not understanding the laws of business. If you kill your debtor, who will pay his debts? No no, you need him alive, fool, so you rather send a strong warning and urging to him, like kidnapping his beautiful wife, or cute daughter, drugging her, cutting her pretty face with a knife, or removing her finger, and sending her back to the fool. And believe me, everybody pays then, as my good Russian mafia friends claimed!
But it would be too cruel to say, that she was connected with my murder, that I openly suspect her. Because they would definitely confute her, the Police would catch her, as the wife, or the husband, is always a primary suspect, in cases like mine.
And those policemen, well, they are no dumb fools, they know their job well. They simply take all people in your vicinity, make a nice list of names, putting a simple question: who could have a motive, a reason to remove you?
Personal feuds, money, adultery… you name it. But the most of murders is executed inside a family, and from passion, so the police has quite easy task, and particularly Czech Militarized Police flaunts with almost 100% of clarified murders. Why? Because there is almost always a motive, and most of murders are not committed by a professional hitman, but some fool with a kitchen knife, so there is a connection between the victim and culprit, and Police dogs follow this trail with certainty.
The police has a problem only with these kinds of murders:
First, when it’s executed by a people, not connected to the victim, for example, an occassional murder, without knowing each other, mutual telephone calls or social contacts, etc.
Second, if executed by an amateur hitman, unconnected with a victim, who quickly disappears from the country, or even continent, somewhere very far, and/or who is then eliminated, to get rid of a potential witness once and forever, as he could blackmail the person(s) who ordered the hit later
Third, if the murder is executed by professional(s), but not by some non-existing silly freelancers from dumb movies, rather working for some organization, which has its own “Executive Action” department established, like Wu Corporation and their feared “Internal Affairs” dept, or Mossad, the feared Israeli Intelligence agency, active in so called “active measures”, incl. assassinations.
Then, these ruthless, cold blooded and well trained men (and women) are rather employees, who know, that any talk to the authorities would have very serious consequences, and so called Extreme Control Measures (ECM) would be deployed against them or their family with certainty. A nice example of this newspeak is famous order “terminate (=the employee contract) with extreme prejudice”.
Who killed me, it doesn’t matter now. Or do I really live at the Carribean, as some fools reported, that they saw me, that I escaped Katerina, and debts, with some young mistress, to “start a new life”?
Oh, no. That would be too nice. But fate was not so nice to me. I played too long with fire.
So, why do I still think about Katerina, if she is probably innocent, and her controversial steps after my disappearance, stealing property, could be perceived as an effort to take care of the family?
Yeah, I fucked her, and we had a child. And this child now doesn’t have a father now, until the slut will obtain a “new” father for it. So sad… I am too far, to take care of my cute daughter, and that is my ultimate personal failure.
I also envy you, and her, that you can fuck, that you can live, that you can still do all that good things, which I loved. And Katerina, she once belonged to me, her sexy body, her smile, her seducing pussy, as she was my wife, I was allowed to fuck her, to ejaculate my sperm into her, as I wanted, only me, not you, understood?
I still remember all those sleepless nights, when we were making love, she was riding on me, in favored “woman of top” position, and I was so fucking happy, watching her maginificient sexy body moving, when her tits were touching my chest, when she lowered to me, to kiss me…
But those nice times are long gone. How long? Almost nine years now. All turned to dust. All my dreams, all my life, and all my body, my temple, the only property I ever had. Only memories remained, and on my grave, there is that nice Latin epitaph written:
Quod Sumus hoc eritis
“Such as we are, you will be.”
“Such as you are, we were.”
Those were good times, when I was somebody, and when I was alive. To be able to fuck some fashion model slut just once more… I would give anything for it! But it seems, that only you are blessed with such ability now, fools. So enjoy it, while it lasts, and visit my family album now, to meet some women of my life.
THE GOOD TIMES
The Star Couple
So, this is us, a star Czech couple of a successful businessman, and a cute fashion model, turned into perfect sexy mother! Me, and my wife Katerina, in good times, indeed Czech notables! I am not so slim man, but who cares? Female are willing to ignore your belly, if you have, let’s say, other qualities, like money, or at least eagle’s eye.
The pic is taken inside our family villa, and you certainly noticed those portraits of Katerina, hanging on the wall. Quite sick, isn’t it? Allah really doesn’t like such idolatry, and His angels reject to enter homes with such sick decorations. Maybe this is the reason of my doom: idolatry, and angels of Allah refused to protect me anymore?
How nicely she smiles, but in reality… well, she was a bitch, she wanted the money, allegedly for the welfare of our daughter. She played on this tone very often, and the child was literally Katerina’s battering ram against me. Even my own family was not happy, when Katerina announced proudly, that she is pregnant, because they knew exactly, what will happen. And it happened… but anybody would hardly expect, how high price will have to be paid for Katerina’s happiness.
Ah, my girls! I loved them! Notice the beautiful smile of Katerina. Indeed, she had a perfect dentist’s work in her mouth! Her new teeth cost me around 6.000 USD, but it was worth it, as you will definitely confirm!
I can’t say, that Katerina was a bad, selfish mother, definitely not. Those sociopaths like her always seem like perfect mothers, as it completes their desired image outwards. Yeah, they love their motherhood, as they have a perfect toy, how to become women of social power and influence. And the children are forgiving their dark side…
My sexy queen
Yeah, this is exactly, how I remember Katerina! She had the widest smile in whole Prague, and when she was sitting, she was indeed a queen! She had this kind of female respect, wherever she came, and even fashion models bowed in front of her. Not only because she was my wife, she had money, connections and sharp bodyguards around her, but she was also simply a natural born leader!
She was so cute, and she had so nice feet, like Emma Heming-Willis. If I could touch and admire those legs once more… but your intentions mean nothing, in comparison with the will of God.
So I can only dream, and another fool is enjoying Katerina’s seducing company. Maybe they are fucking right now, right now he is inserting his big erected dick into her, to deliver his own sperm, deep into her body system and conceive another child with her… but what can I do? To cry, to complain, to call the losers from Prague Municipal Police to intervene anyhow, to prevent delivery of that filthy foreign sperm?
No, I just make repentance to Allah.
Once a fashion model… forever a fashion model! Katerina was exactly that bold type, who is never lost, who never shows fear, doubts, uncertainty. This is what I really admired about her, so to fall in love was so easy. Because you want to have a strong woman besides your right hip, not some crying loser, dragging you down.
If you let Katerina alone, you could be certain, that she will take care of herself, not calling you like a fool, sniveling like a weak fool, “help me, my love!”
She simply didn’t need a man, to be brave and strong, like many bitches from Estrogen Mafia, who like to hide behind their male puppets, sucking energy and power from those fools.
Also notice her striking fashion style. She always knew, how to dress, to be pefect, to shine, to represent me well. Yeah, she was a perfect sociopath, she lived to be seen, but I was the one, who was satisfied, that’s true.
Now you understand, why it so hard to be mad at her, seeing such nice memories? She was a good mother, a good shining companion… or am I idealizing her after that long time?
My wife met with other men often, that is the truth, it belonged to our life style. This photo is taken in Carlsbad, during that famous movie festival, and the fool with Katerina is one of my trusted colleagues, a decent bodyguard, once serving in an elite counter-terrorist unit of the Militarized Czech Police (PCR).
So, why shouldn’t Katerina smile, in such powerful company? One telephone call of this influential man, to his former colleagues, now on his secret payroll, to make some good extra money to their miserable official wages, and one inconvenient human head will be severed from a body… like mine, perhaps?
Anybody would touch Katerina the bad way, and he would carry the bad consequences indeed! Can you believe, that men even deliberately avoided her in the bar, not risking anger of mine, and my men? But you can’t guard a woman: if she will want to be unfaithful, she will always find a way.
Was she faithful to me? I was never a fool, who would deploy some massive surveillance and wiretapping or her, sending detectives to trail her. I didn’t want to know… I had better sleep then, you see. Blessed are the ones, who not knowing!
Her Signature Smile
Nice detail of her immensely big smile. I don’t remember any other Czech bitch with such a smile, like this! Of course, it was not sincere, fair, natural smile, it was a pose, a mask. I am telling you, there is only a few bigger sociopaths in Prague, like my beloved former wife Katerina! But Allah had His reason, to create them like this, maybe so the fools like me could fall in love?
I just wonder now, when I see her in detail, and I have A LOT of time to study the photo, how nicely she selected even her hairstyle, and accessories, like earrings. I never noticed before, because life was too hectic back then… but now… ah, so transient is all fame of the world! (In Latin: Sic transit gloria mundi)
Well… since I am dead, a Latin poet became from me… but it can hardly change anything.
So, you tell me, fools: do you trust her smile? Is it sincere? Is the woman a good person, or corrupted, poisonous, malicious, treacherous viper? You decide, together with Allah.
The Leading Woman
The plan was, that Katerina will be directly participating in organizing the contest, becoming a public face, to create good promotion, as she had well built position in Czech society, she was a leader, she had all the prerequisites for public appearance.
We also planned a lot of charity activities, because it belongs to the business. You definitely agree, that if you would see Katerina at some press conference, where some support project for seniors would be launched, you would believe her and her good intentions much more, than some common fashion model bitch, like Tatana Kucharova, although Miss World!
But Katerina, she had it simply inside her, that leadership, that strength… I don’t understand now, why she didn’t play it public more. She had all the skills… maybe she wanted to be deliberately hidden, to be discovered, not to push herself into the stage lights, like a cheap foolish bitch, rather to be “invited”, to have better position of power… Yeah, the “suka” was always clever, you can see that!
That smile again… she had quite small lips, and imagine, she never used that chemical shit, to enlarge them, like many bitches! And I really appreciated this decision.
When I see that face, I would like to touch it once again, maybe being a fool again… but how can you stop loving such a nice creature of Allah?
Always, when she made this cute strict expression of concentration, she was so sweet! Intimidating, maybe, but sweet, also serious, like saying, “I will take care of my family, and business”. And you didn’t want to stand in her path, believe me!
But on public, she seldom made this face. She always smiled, you know the rules, to be positive, not some threatening strict bitch, because people would despise her, and you need their favor, to suck opportunities and love from them, as all sociopaths like Katerina know well.
Now I also notice the stance of her body, that posture. She seems to be really decisive, and it’s so sexy… and this cute creature was once MY wife, can you believe that? I was indeed a blessed man… but today, I have nothing. and any beggar has more, than me. Because I don’t have LIFE.
THE FASHION MODELS
Why should I lie to you, fools? Fashion models were a very important part of my life. Not only because of my wife, a former fashion model, but I was also generally active in this realm, I mean business, and in the end, I even bought the Miss Czech national beauty contest, as I mentioned above.
I thought back then, that this particular business transaction was one of the tops of my professional life, it could open sooo many doors for me, but after mere few months, I disappeared… was I too hungry, maybe?
Too much succumbing to my desire, to be with THEM, and to fuck THEM: the fashion models, who seduced me, who wanted to get into my favor, and my bed, who were willing to spread their slim thighs, so I will help THEM? You know, what kind of help: money, opportunities, contacts…
If you ask me, whether I fucked them, whether I was unfaithful to my wife, provoking her anger, until that risky degree, that she decided to eliminate or neutralize me, help me from this world, get rid of me, end my misery and her alleged suffering under my boot… then I can tell you, that I and Katerina had, let’s say, “a special arrangement”, regarding my social relationships with other women, whereas she remained absolutely inaccessible to other men, to build media picture of “good wife”, unlike that other slut Monika Maresova.
You see, she wouldn’t respect me, as a man, if those bitches wouldn’t approach me, desiring for me, and if I wouldn’t show a favorable face to them, like if I would be desiring to fuck them indeed, at least a little bit.
If I wanted Katerina to respect me, and to be a good, submissive wife, at least in certain extent, I had to be a little bit of king, who takes, what he wants, a hunter.
If I would be too dependent on Katerina’s body, on sex she provided, she would realize, that she has too much of power over me, and she would start to misuse it, becoming corrupted.
So, I had to be very careful. Never humiliating Katerina, by leaking some affair with some cheap slut, but also not to be that kind of fool, who assures his wife of fidelity, like a fool.
I am most certain, that if I would fuck some heavy weight A-class celebrity, like Lindsay Lohan or German supermodel Alexandra Pianka, or Claudia Schiffer, and I would come back home, my wife would tell me calmly: “We have to use your achievement for the publicity, honey”, washing my dirty dick carefully, where Schiffer’s vaginal fluid would still be present!
She simply insisted, who I should be, she played her game. It makes me realize, that I was quite under her control. But wife and husband… they influence each other, it should be that way, no? They help each other, give advices… and she was giving me advices, whom to be, if she should respect me.
Tatana: not my cup of coffee
Here, with a very reputated figure of Czech Republic, Miss Czech 2006 and Miss World 2006, Tatana Kucharova. But to be honest with you, fools, I had quite complicated relationship with this bitch, as she was… well, very hungry, very willing to manage the Miss Czech contest herself, as the Executive Director.
Except that professional madness, she was obsessed with medical interventions, to get more and more beauty for any price. She was willing to let the surgeons to cut her body all the way, just to have more symmetric nose, more full lips, better breasts, and who knows what yet… it was disgusting. Before, she was really beautiful, but then, a monster became from her, and I despised her, as I always preferred natural girls.
I wonder… what if she felt this animosity from me, making moves against me? Ah, nonsense… still, fools, be careful, this bitch is poisonous!
Zuzana: oh, my love
And who is this? Of course, you guessed it right, it’s Zuzana Jandova, Miss Czech 2008! She became, in certain sense, my final fashion model, as she won the contest in April 2008, and in August… you know, what I mean, I went missing, and my worldly tale was over.
The new corpses of those recently deceased people, which arrived at our cemetery, reported, that the poor girl allegedly tried to commit suicide recently, as tabloid media reported, and feared Illuminati could be involved. You know, we don’t have newspapers here, but still, information flow works very well… new people coming all the time, together with latest gossip!
Anyway, Zuzana was always a little bit of alien from a different world, everybody knows that, and when I compare this crazy woman to my perfectly stable, filed and balanced wife, Katerina, I am so honored and pleased, that I had the right to fuck her, and to live with her, even to have a child with her, regardless if she was a fucking gold digger, who came to be my parasite… now she takes care of my child, and that’s for life.
Anyway, regarding Zuzana… I liked her, she was not negative, and I tried to help her with her career. At least one good deed I made… but Allah is not listening to me. It’s too late to ask the Lord to be His slave.
Sweet but fake moments
Following her famous victory at Miss Czech 2008 beauty contest, which I owned in that time, there was this innocent show, when I met with Zuzana Jandova, the winner, I gave her the keys from her new flat, which she could use for a year, for the time she held her “beauty queen” title, a part of prizes she got, and I presented her a suitcase with one million Czech koruna (approximately 40.000 USD).
Of course, that these money were only virtual, it was a mere show for the audience fools, to show them, that Zuzana won, she became the most beautiful girl in Czechia, and now she is pampered, living life of dream… this is the kind of gossip, which sells tabloid media and attract people, you know the rules of the game.
Well, I just noticed, how funny we look together, she is tall and slim and proud, and I look like fool, small and, let’s say, heavy… fortunately, now I don’t have to care about my weight anymore. At least some advantage of my, eh, “situation”…
But let me tell you this, fools, that to be in presence of a shining fashion model, like Zuzana, it awakes the juice inside you! I loved the feeling… and in certain way, these modeling bitches were my slaves, many of them were willing to do career through bed… yeah, I was a king, I was powerful in those times, but this dream is over for me.
Look, how happy she is, this cute lass… indeed, my heart is warmed, and I am pleased, that except many crimes against morality and valid law, I did even something good in my life, making people happy… oh, I want to cry now, but how, if I don’t have any tears, or eyes… because I am a dead fool now, and it’s forever!
Yeah, I like this picture. That is a girlish dream fulfilled, that is happiness… and can you see her eyes? All that dreams visible there, about big international fashion modeling career, maybe even being accepted into mysterious Illuminati ranks? It’s so sweet.
And I was that magical man, who could make those dreams real, at least to some extent. Oh, Zuzana, will you show me your gratitude? Will you bring some flowers to my grave, repaying my favors? Or you don’t care, ungrateful bitch?
If you ask me, whether I liked Zuzana, and whether I wanted to fuck her… what can I say? If you are a man, you want to fuck (almost) every woman… but I am a man no more. Fuck!
The Female Challenge
Would your wives, or girfriends, be brave enough, to do such a bold step, fools? Indeed, my wife was special, a perfectly filed woman into society… never having any doubts about herself, her mission, her value, and the vicinity felt this power from her. Indeed, she was a leader, or she still is, if she doesn’t have to ask me, where to spend MY money.
Best Of Them All
I can’t help myself, but on this close-up, I perceive my wife as most beautiful of them sluts. Don’t you agree? Of course, that my opinion is not completely neutral, but… Katerina, she has that kind of symphatetic, fine beauty. She is not “original”, like Jandova, but more pleasant for an eye, raising sympathy immediately, collecting easy social points, always becoming a star, in any company, a leader. Yeah, that is my cute wife! And I am proud, that I made this ultimate choice.
O Allah, allow me to fuck my rightful wife once again, please… but He doesn’t listen to me. I should submit to Him sooner, to liberate me, now I would be in Jannah, maybe… this way, dying as a fucking infidel, faithless, filthy, carrying too much sins, which remained unforgiven, you can forget about heaven.
Tall As A Tree
Zuzana Jandova and Kristyna Lebedova were sent to an international beauty contest, regardless of chances to victory. The Lebedova slut, cheap fake blonde with artificial tits, had no chance, and Jandova neither… but does it matter? You need the show and expectations, to enchant the miserable plebs with them, so the fools can be proud of their countrywomen again.
Anyway, Jandova is really shining beside me, don’t you think? Imagine, walking with such a lass in the city center, how every fool envied me! I loved these tall sluts, because with them, you feel so special, as a man… as a king, and all other bitches desired for you, that is female thinking! If they see you with a bitch, your male value rises dramatically, remember that!
Coronation of a Queen
But females like fools, who don’t take them too seriously, as humor is a weapon, and if you want to disarm a bitch, your strict face will hardly do, but your smile warms her heart, and she will warm your bed then.
If I could return, if Allah would ressurect me and grant me a physical body once more, I would go back into the world, I would bring the blue color from the sky to Jandova, touch her soft hair again, and then I would FUCK her mercilessly!
To show her a REAL man! Because I think, that she needs one, hardly finding understanding from people, as she is too different. Or maybe she needs Allah? But she would forget all misery, when connecting with me, in bed! Love makes you forget, and time too.
But how can you forget, that you lived once, and now, you are a rotten meat? Like me, for example?
Maria, an Ultra-Slut
Her name is Maria Petlickova (*1980), later marying some American grandpa, twenty years older, than she, and changing name to Petlickova-Henderson, and if I would call someone totally ruthless, it was this “lady”.
She went to her big dreams literally through dead bodies, as we Czechs say… huh, in my case, it’s very exact claim, as I fucked her, I admit, because I simply had to, as she was so nasty, so filthy, so dark, you know what kind of seductive woman I mean, you simply can’t resist… when I see my hand around her firm waist, I exactly remember, how I felt: like a horny ANIMAL, who has no brain, who ONLY wants to FUCK, because he is a male, and males want to fuck very much, that is their life mission, except hunting, jihad and war!
She was completely different kind of person, than my wife, although they were almost same age. One was wild and indifferent, dark and secretive, fucking men, like a prostitute… the other was blonde and shining, playing good mother and manager… it was so exciting, to change those two worlds, and to fuck them BOTH! This slut was WILD!
I Don’t Want To Leave You, My Love
But then you return to your wife and play a good husband, like if nothing would happen… this is our last picture together. Honestly, I didn’t like this strigtened hair style of Katerina too much, I think, that curly hair looked better on her. And notice her signature tattoo, a barbed wife around her arm… crazy, isn’t it?
I always hated this tattoo, it was so disturbing, aggressive, negative, not nice… it was absolutely not harmonising with Katerina. Or do I live in illusion, and it was perfectly her?
But we are a nice couple here. Those were good times, having money, a great slut to fuck, loving my daughter… I don’t want to switch from these nice memories to reality. But it’s inevitable, so…
THE BAD TIMES
And then, it happened: our happiness crumbled. On August 3, 2008, I simply disappeared, when on a business trip in sunny Nice, France, home of all wealthy fools. Look at the face of my wife, like if there would be a big regret, “what did you do to me, fool”, or did she simply became content and happy and satisfied, when she get rid of me, and now, she had that big plans, what to do with life, while I am gone, her obstacle to happiness?
Makes me think, if she is cold-blooded, so clever… did the police have a chance to catch her, even if she would participate in my possible assassination of unknown conspirators?
But she looks different here, than before, you have to admit. Something is missing in her face and body. She is not so pretty and shining anymore. Is it the pain, which took away the beauty from her? Or is she playing a destroyed widow just perfectly?
Still Alive And Sexy
Indeed, life is not over for a young woman, when some husband fool disappears. He meant nothing in fact, every fool is fully replaceable, and she is still pretty and shining… and she has her personal life plans, and dreams waiting to be fulfilled. She also has her responsiblity for the offspring, so maybe she hates me now, that I can sleep in my grave, and she has to struggle for survival? But how can I be in peace, enjoying my calm sleep? If many worldly affairs are still not resolved?
Still Connected… Why?
She uses my surname until this day, but it can be rather tactical move, to be still an obvious part of our powerful family, to gather many social perks, because if she would be alone, her position would be much more weak, she would become vulnerable, if alone and isolated. But this way, she reminds to the world, that her daughter is a grand-daughter of my parents, and as her mother, she is untouchable… until some other poweful fool will come, to “liberate” her from “mourning”.
You Are Smiling, Bitch???
An example of “modern” widow, who smiles, like a fool, when coming to a court, to negotiate about claiming her husband legally dead… or she is simply so happy, enjoying my millions? It’s really nasty to hear, when people are talking about you, while you are not here to defend yourself, or to make a counter-move… here, she comes to the court, sad at first, but smiling then. Such a bitch! How can she smile, like a fool, when I am fucking DEAD??? But she looks good indeed, like in the good old times…
Soon after my demise, Katerina started to seize the property, allegedly for the interest of our daughter. But my parents though differently.
Madness for money, together with merciless law battle, started soon after my disappearance, and SHE was the one, who launched it! Fucking slut, she really didn’t lose time, before making her big moves, to grasp what didn’t belong to her! I don’t know the exact details, but read the proclamation, sent from my family to the media, when they had enough of her filth. Needless to say, that Katerina countered with her own media statement, and truth could be hardly found.
When this tragic legal act will be made, there will be a hereditary proceeding, in which his underage daughter shouldn’t be ommitted, our granddaughter.
But we have serious concerns, that she won’t have anything to inherit, and this is what we need to STOP!
We also want to send a word to all employees of son’s companies and his associates and partners, which our daughter-in-law kicked out of their jobs and took money and nerves from them, that we are really sorry, it was not in our might to STOP her.”
Irena Motovska and Jan Motovsky, parents
I Want My Money!
Every proper bitch needs a good lawyer, to achieve her filthy goals against men, and to collect their money, to “take care of the family”… and she smiles here again! So nasty! Does she look like a destroyed widow? No, I don’t think so, and the experienced legal rats from Kenner, Bach & Ledeen, a very reputated and expensive multinational law firm from distant New York, which she hired and paid more than generously, to help her to smile again, when all the stolen money from my family will rest safely in a stuffed pocket of her Prada Spring coat!
But I need to face the truth: once you leave, a party continues without you, where all rats want to get a piece of your cake, as you “won’t need it anymore”. That’s life, fools!
So enjoy it, while it lasts, and always count, that any hour can be your last, and any sex with your pretty wife can be last!
And submit to the will of Allah, to prevent my current situation! Convert to Islam, way to your liberation, while you still can, as a deathbed conversion is not accepted, it would be too late, fools! If I would be a Muslim, everything would be different: no roting in dirt, but happiness in jannah, if I would do more good deeds, worshipping and pleasing Allah!
Oh, this bitch, she was just a dream, she means nothing… but Allah means everything! Allah is the real manhood, and His generosity to fools like you is limitless!
THE NEW DAWN OF KATERINA MOTOVSKA
In 2009, my wife attempted to run the Miss Czech contest as director, but it was complete failure, as ruthless competition misused my demise, and overally loss of power for our family. All the wolves and vultures started to steal from me, not only Katerina! Also Michaela Malacova-Bakala, the director of competitive beauty contest, well backed financially by ruthless businessman Zdenek Bakala, her husband. In comparison with him, I was nothing, this criminal and thief is completely different league.
But who cares about some old, lost beauty contest? It’s different time now, than I knew. New people are coming, you know, what I mean, the circle of life never stops… so remember, fools, that once, we (deceased) were people like you, and once, you will be (deceased) people like us!
A good ending?
Does the ‘suka’ deserve it?
“The New Katerina Motovska“
“Businesswoman, mother, social leader”
Maybe going into politics, or Illuminati conspiracy?
But the sun will shine for her forever, she is born for success.
Her husband served her quite well, but now it’s HER time, to rise!
What fate did Allah prepare for her, as with Him rests the end of all affairs?