http://www.dailystormer.com/based-romanian-chick-on-brussels-attacks/

[color="Indigo"]When I was younger and living in Paris, I took an 18 years old Bulgarian hooker off the streets. She was an absolutely stunning aryan beauty and the thought of her getting rammed by old filthy shitskinned bastards for a couple shekels was driving me nuts every time I saw her on the streets.

Bulgaria was not part of the E.U yet back then, so she was an illegal, and her pimp was keeping her papers so she couldn't try do anything about it. The fact that she couldn't speak French and was pretty much homeless only made it worse, of course.

I slowly gained her trust by paying her for just coming at my place to eat good stuff, have a rest and try to have a little conversation in distorted Franco-Bulgarian-Engrish. I never even touched her until she agreed to stay there and try to get her life back on the right track. What made it possible is that she didn't have any family left in Bulgaria, so she didn't fear for this to backfire on them. That's how Eastern pimps have a grip on their bitches : if they try to run away, their family left in their home country has to pay for it.

So she stayed with me. I taught her French, did all the paperwork to get her French papers, and pretty much paid for all her expenses during three years. We moved in another flat far from where she was 'working' and never had any issue with the pimps. I never really thought about making her my wife, though, because there was no way I could explain all this to my family and well, once a whore, always a whore.

So we parted ways when I left Paris to get back to my native Northern France. By that time she had legal papers, could speak French quite well and was working as a waitress in a classy restaurant. We stayed in touch to this very day, and well, would you believe it ? She's now working as a physiotherapist in a Parisian clinic, where she married a doctor. She's actually getting more money than I do.

My wife and her go along very well, and she even wanted to name our second daughter after her, which i staunchly refused.