BRAINWASHING
FIRST LET ME ASK YOU…
Did you see the last episode of SexDoc.TV?
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You know, they said I’d never make it. They didn’t know I was fueled by scars, not silver spoons.
I grew up religious — a kid pushed around, laughed at, stuck in survival mode. Then came the real gut punches. I endured sexual assaults in my teens. I lost my boyfriend to murder. And then? I enlisted, thinking I could escape it all, but I landed in the middle of Bush’s delusional war.
Bullied at school, skipping class to avoid the beatings, getting taunted left and right. I’d go home to a sister who’d pull my hair, a big bully who never grew out of it. My mom kept my hair short, said it’d make me look tougher. My parents? Checked out. Latchkey. If I wanted something, I had to claw for it myself. By 14, I left home. By 18, I was in uniform, overseas, lost in someone else’s fight.
By my 30s, I was broken down, my health shot to hell, on the edge of giving up. So I dove into academics, clawed my way through a PhD. That stroke? It was like a reset button. I was done playing by anyone’s rules. I did what I wanted, fueled by a “not give a damn” mentality that I’d earned the hard way. And then? Somehow, I rebuilt my empire.
But here’s the twist. My mind was my weapon. I had a private collection of brainwashing tapes by Dr. John La Tourrette, a mercenary psychologist, interrogator and military trainer who created the infamous Mafia Hit Man Drills (erasing complete chunks of time). He was like a surrogate father to me, a mentor. Those tapes rewired my brain, erased memories, and turned me into a new person.
So how did I go from being bullied, battered, and buried in other people’s expectations to running an adult production company empire? By dismantling every limiting belief, by pulling every painful memory by its roots, and by refusing to let my past dictate my future.
They laughed at the shy kid with the bruised-up spirit. Now, they’re left wondering how I built something bigger, bolder, and more unstoppable than they ever imagined.
Now do you have a story like mine?
Imagine a little boy, shy and overlooked, constantly teased and told he’d never amount to anything. That boy grew up hearing he was a “nobody” — a name quickly brushed aside, a face easy to forget. But he held onto those words. And one day, instead of letting them weigh him down, he used them as fuel.
They laughed when he first started dreaming of something more. They rolled their eyes as he talked about building his own path, his own future. “That kid? He could never do it,” they’d say. But while they kept laughing, he kept working, day and night, fueled by the voices that once tried to keep him small.
Now, here we are, looking at a company that defied every limitation, every sneer, and every doubt thrown his way. Suddenly, those who laughed started looking up, wide-eyed, in awe.
What about you? What has someone told you that you could never achieve? This is your chance. Let them laugh, let them doubt — just keep building. And soon, they’ll be left staring, wondering how you did it.
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