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Over the last few months. Working in solitude. I’ve had an opportunity to think about a wide range of topics. Sometimes my logic has erred, and I recorrect for realism.
One of the subjects. Is where did the first prostitute come from, to ruin basic life for men? And by extension humanity.
Imagine ancient people. A village consists of 5 men and 6 women. These are the fertile ones in the village.
5 men have one wife each. The men go out to hunt big animals. For sustaining their children. And pushing oneself with like minded men. Achieving something greater than the sum of it’s parts. Is a great joy for each individual man.
Each man is ready, cooperating to bring meat home. Each man at different points is thinking about how he’s going to f~~~ his wifes brains out. When he brings home the meat.
When the hunters come back to the village. They f~~~ their wives vigorously. The wives are enjoying every micro second of it. The 6th woman is left out.
She’s left out for 5+ years. Her eggs are drying up. She’s a bigger and bigger pain in the ass to everyone around her.
The 6th makes a plan in herself. Everytime the hunting party returns. She will offer every hole for a share of meat.
She’s become predatory. She listens to the woman gossip. Targets the man she has the best chance of being poled by.
Whoever she gives birth to. Will have her outlook. When she gives birth to a man. He’ll be Hitler, Stalin, the mangina next door. She births a woman, the woman will look for the biggest predator she can find.
This cycle continues today. The fictional scenario is a tool to help my perspective stay accurate.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
“The first prostitute, where did she come from?”
I want my rib back.
Hunter comes home, wife is bitchy as usual. Kicks man out of cave. Woman without husband welcomes him in. Mmmm, I give you squirrel for blow job? And there ya go…Simple as that.
OATHKEEPERS, not on our watch. MOLON LABE
“The first prostitute, where did she come from?”
I want my rib back.
THAT is exactly what I was thinking when I read the title of the thread!
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
“The first prostitute, where did she come from?”
I want my rib back.
One man and one woman, prostitution is impossible. Your quote is funny though.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
“The first prostitute, where did she come from?”
I want my rib back.
One man and one woman, prostitution is impossible. Your quote is funny though.
I understand your reasoning, but it was one man, one woman and one serpent. It was possible.
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
The first prostitute? Lilith; she’s not called the whore of Babylon for nothing.
You are assuming there was 5 men 6 women… wrong.
Actually there is more men today than ever, no big wars to kill us, no predators.
Polígamy was common in ancient times, men with high resources had many women, meanwhile broke folks had s~~~.
Someone here posted something about an experiment with monkeys, they give them some token and if you put it in a machine it gives you food, few weeks later the female started trading sex for tokens…
Prostitution is normal, is natural, is the way female work, every woman is like that in an animal instinct, who was the first prostitute?
Show me the first woman and I will show you the very first prostitute.
There is nothing wrong with prostitution, is natural, no problem there.
All men, chads, tyrone can enjoy them. I just don’t want anything to do with it.
To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.
The first prostitute? Lilith; she’s not called the whore of Babylon for nothing.
Lilith was a caricature, similar to Golem.
The whore of babylon I ascribe to this generation. Though with reservations.
The reservation is that I don’t know how bad life can get. Jesus said her generation is the most suffering since the Earth started spinning around the Sun.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
Eve?
http://www.leavemeansleave.eu
The first prostitute didn’t sell her pussy for money, she sold the world to Lucifer for a piece of fruit.
Money is God.
The first prostitute, where did she come from?
Winnipeg. Actually I think she’s still there…
The first prostitute, where did she come from?
Winnipeg. Actually I think she’s still there…
LMAO!
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
Biblically, the first prostitute. Was a daughter of Cain.
The Bible has been brought up so much. I’ll coalesce from The Bible to Darwin.
From Genesis, the first sin is disobedience. Woman initiated it.
The second sin is envy. Cain initiated it. He murdered his brother because of it.
Cain and his kin built a city. Where they could forget about God.
Adam and Eve divorced for 100+ years. Their next son, after thier reconciliation was named Seth. Seth is the ancestor of Noah.
God then flooded this rock revolving around the sun.
Man and woman leave the ark internally different. I live and adapt to this different world.
God Bless you Brothers.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
The first prostitute came from the north, I’m from the north so I know these things. She had beautiful hair.
It all began on the great plains, not the ones you are thinking of .. but they were great plains. A land where the winter wind blows cold .. a dry cold vicious wind.
The first prostitute was married, yes, she was a married women without child. Her husband had left to go to the populous areas where he could find work .. to work as a laborer for four to six months and carry his tokens of exchange, a little money back with the hope of bartering for seed and a few goats and if very lucky .. a beast of the herd.As her husband was gone and in the populated area finding labor .. a traveling band of Gypsy traders came across the prairie in their train of three wagons .. draw beasts and milk goats. They arrived as the lone wife stood on her threshold holding her weapon of protection .. seeing this they approached with a smile to defuse any confrontation.
Good woman, they said .. we offer you trinkets and shiny objects .. and goods to make your toil less. Will you look at our store of goods? The woman’s eyes grew large as she saw the green blue and white sparkles pour out of the sack into the traders hand.
She lowered her defense and allowed them to show her the wonders they carried .. vessels of shiny metal, framed views of magical places … and trinkets for grooming .. they even had vials of sweet smelling nectar.
She asked how she could obtain such wonders and one of the traders said that since she had no money .. she could use her beautiful hair .. yes, she had hair flowing down to her waist .. she could have sparkles, a vessel or two and a bottle of sweet smelling potion for her hair. The woman was in somewhat of a shock … as her hair was her most valuable outward asset, her hair was her identity.
The Gypsy woman said she would cut the womans’s hair for her .. the woman was so smitten by the sparkles that she hesitated, but finally agreed. As the Gypsay caravan left and disappeared over the knoll .. the woman stood at her threshold knowing that she need not work, she need not toil for her trinkets
.. she realized that sparkle rocks, shiny objects … and sweet smelling water of tonic .. could all be obtained by selling her hair, her locks .. as a token of exchange.
When her husband returned in a month and one half .. he was understandably surprised as she greeted him in the doorway with her new “Bob” hair-doo. He simply asked … why? Why did you cut your hair? .. she said that she sold her hair to buy goods that were needed ..
she said, “I did it … for You”. The husband smiled as he just became the husband of the first Prostitute ..
and he, the first Clueless Mangina
.. married to a woman who just made history selling part of her own identity for worthless trinkets, novelties and notions.
The husband never knew the truth and never saw the cheap sparkles. But, isn’t that the way, after all .. there is no truth in relationships.
After a summer quarrel .. the husband found himself at a local bar drowning his sorrows dealing with his new flapper looking wife .. and noticed a lady with hair much like his wife “used to have” .. he couldn’t help but mention to the bar maid how her hair reminded him of someone. The course bar maid didn’t hide the fact, for a moment, that she was wearing an expensive wig .. and said “maybe you know the gal out on the prairie who sold it to the Gypsies .. hahaha ..”
and off she strode with her platter and drinks.The man was shocked that she was wearing his wife’s hair and now realized that she, his wife, was lying to
him about who cut her hair .. could there be other things that she was lying about .. as well?… the man’s mind began to race and he sat over at the corner table of the bar watching the frivolities and plethora of lies, cheating and rigged poker games surrounding him, thinking
.. might there be a better life? .. better than a lying wife with a “don’t tread on me” Bob hair-doo .. having to spend all winter working to support this creature .. and what does my future hold following this path? more lies, more deceit? ..
more “being used” with nothing in return but unhappiness, nagging at home and … very few goats in the herd because of too much wasteful spending on de-sparkles... and such began .. the first thoughts of a fed-up and previously used and abused “former-mangina and white-knight husband” who’s eyes began to open as he sat in that noisy bar-room-saloon .. thinking about his lot in life and contemplating .. just daring to think for a moment about … leaving it all … for a better life and possibly, yes, maybe .. following another way,
charting his own course and seeking out that better existence that is there .. but for .. just for .. the decision to reach out and say, yes! .. I will follow my own path! .. to a world that exists and is waiting .. simply for the taking .. simply for the decision to find a better life by going my own way.
Anonymous42First prostitute?
1979, I was drunk as a skunk, the poor thing really tried but I was too drunk to do my business, that was also the last prostitute, why pay for something you can get for free?
The first prostitute came from the north, I’m from the north so I know these things.
It all began on the great plains, not the ones you are thinking of .. but they were great plains. A land where the winter wind blows cold .. a dry cold vicious wind.
The first prostitute was married, yes, she was a married women without child. Her husband had left to go to the populous areas where he could find work .. to work as a laborer for four to six months and carry his tokens of exchange, a little money back with the hope of bartering for seed and a few goats and if very lucky .. a beast of the herd.As her husband was gone and in the populated area finding labor .. a traveling band of Gypsy traders came across the prairie in their train of three wagons .. draw beasts and milk goats. They arrived as the lone wife stood on her threshold holding her weapon of protection .. seeing this they approached with a smile to defuse any confrontation.
Good woman, they said .. we offer you trinkets and shiny objects .. and goods to make your toil less. Will you look at our store of goods? The woman’s eyes grew large as she saw the green blue and white sparkles pour out of the sack into the traders hand.
She lowered her defense and allowed them to show her the wonders they carried .. vessels of shiny metal, framed views of magical places … and trinkets for grooming .. they even had vials of sweet smelling nectar.
She asked how she could obtain such wonders and one of the traders said that since she had no money .. she could use her beautiful hair .. yes, she had hair flowing down to her waist .. she could have sparkles, a vessel or two and a bottle of sweet smelling potion for her hair. The woman was in somewhat of a shock … as her hair was her most valuable outward asset, her hair was her identity.
The Gypsy woman said she would cut the womans’s hair for her .. the woman was so smitten by the sparkles that she hesitated, but finally agreed. As the Gypsay caravan left and disappeared over the knoll .. the woman stood at her threshold knowing that she need not work, she need not toil for her trinkets .. she realized that sparkle rocks, shiny objects … and sweet smelling novelties and notions .. could all be obtained by selling her locks.
When her husband returned in a month and one half .. he was understandably surprised as she greeted him in the doorway with her new “Bob” hairdoo. He simply asked … why? Why did you cut your hair .. she said that she sold her hair to buy goods that were needed .. she said, I did it “for you”. The husband smiled as he just became the
husband of the first Prostitute ..
with he, the first clueless Mangina
married to a woman just made history .. and never knowing the truth.
But, isn’t that the way, after all .. there is no truth in relationships.Proves the accuracy.
The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. --Sun Tsu
The first prostitute came from the north, I’m from the north so I know these things.
It all began on the great plains, not the ones you are thinking of .. but they were great plains. A land where the winter wind blows cold .. a dry cold vicious wind.
The first prostitute was married, yes, she was a married women without child. Her husband had left to go to the populous areas where he could find work .. to work as a laborer for four to six months and carry his tokens of exchange, a little money back with the hope of bartering for seed and a few goats and if very lucky .. a beast of the herd.As her husband was gone and in the populated area finding labor .. a traveling band of Gypsy traders came across the prairie in their train of three wagons .. draw beasts and milk goats. They arrived as the lone wife stood on her threshold holding her weapon of protection .. seeing this they approached with a smile to defuse any confrontation.
Good woman, they said .. we offer you trinkets and shiny objects .. and goods to make your toil less. Will you look at our store of goods? The woman’s eyes grew large as she saw the green blue and white sparkles pour out of the sack into the traders hand.
She lowered her defense and allowed them to show her the wonders they carried .. vessels of shiny metal, framed views of magical places … and trinkets for grooming .. they even had vials of sweet smelling nectar.
She asked how she could obtain such wonders and one of the traders said that since she had no money .. she could use her beautiful hair .. yes, she had hair flowing down to her waist .. she could have sparkles, a vessel or two and a bottle of sweet smelling potion for her hair. The woman was in somewhat of a shock … as her hair was her most valuable outward asset, her hair was her identity.
The Gypsy woman said she would cut the womans’s hair for her .. the woman was so smitten by the sparkles that she hesitated, but finally agreed. As the Gypsay caravan left and disappeared over the knoll .. the woman stood at her threshold knowing that she need not work, she need not toil for her trinkets .. she realized that sparkle rocks, shiny objects … and sweet smelling novelties and notions .. could all be obtained by selling her locks.
When her husband returned in a month and one half .. he was understandably surprised as she greeted him in the doorway with her new “Bob” hairdoo. He simply asked … why? Why did you cut your hair? .. she said that she sold her hair to buy goods that were needed ..
she said, I did it “for you”. The husband smiled as he just became the husband of the first Prostitute ..
and he, the first Clueless Mangina
.. married to a woman just made history .. selling part of herself for worthless trinkets, novelties and notions.
The husband never knew the truth. But, isn’t that the way, after all .. there is no truth in relationships.
That’s quite a tale and it seems familiar as if I’d heard it before.
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
She came from a rib.
They named a douche after her.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
She came from a rib.
They named a douche after her.
“The first prostitute, where did she come from?”
I want my rib back.
One man and one woman, prostitution is impossible. Your quote is funny though.
I understand your reasoning, but it was one man, one woman and one serpent. It was possible.
Prostitution is trading sex for something. It certainly was posible. What the hell do you think the marriage contract was, up until the 1860s. It just made it lifelong and recognized by the courts and society.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
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