FROMTHECRADLETOTHECRACKPIPE —
Welcome to my nightmare that'll drive you half insane, a journey straight to Hell and back hooked on Crack Cocaine.
Hi guys I'm JuleZzz and this here's my website 'FROMTHECRADLETOTHECEACKPIPE' It's my story, a story of more than 3 decades of a nightmare existence living with class A serif addiction and the heartache that came with it. Come make the journey with me and walk a mile in my shoes and if you're thinking of picking up the pipe and trying your first go of Crack i guarantee you'll soon reconsider after hearing my story. It's a story of society and its wares that are snuggled over land, oceans or through the skies into our country and distributed onto our cities streets and made available to us (on the black market of course) It's the story of a seventeen year old girl from Liverpool who coulda,shoulda,woulda been somebody with the lyrical talents she was bestowed with had she not stumbled off the path of righteousness into over 3 decades of class A drug addiction.
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At just 19 years old I found myself embarking upon a career in the sex industry and so began a new chapter in my book that seen more than 30 years of me plying my trade on the corner of the street and being picked up by lone male drivers trawling the streets for some female company
And female company is what i cashed in on to stay afloat and keep the wolves from the door, it wasn't all about the sex although a large part of it is, the other (and may i add more lucrative side of the game) is about company,companionship, filling in the void we call loneliness. It was this side of the game that brought me the most rewards, me being little,petite, easy to get along with,a little bit on the shy side and versatile, i attracted lonely men in their drones,sugar daddies I called them, and every one of them was very good to me, and became very attached to me. They realized that funding my addiction was the way to get me all to themselves and not have to let me go out and earn my own money, but I became like a dog with a bone, the more they gave the more i wanted, the more i wanted the more they gave, until the inevitable would happen and the pot of gold would run dry.