PANIC SPREADS: MODEL STELLAHERE8 MAY HAVE BEEN KILLED BY A POLISH CITIZEN WHO SIGNED BJOJW1950 IN HIS LIVING ROOM

STELLA IS MISSING. I FEAR FOR HER LIFE

I feared it, I predicted it. Olga Dlinnaya, a beautiful Russian woman, was beaten by her pimp at her rasdenia (birthday party), the glorious 47th birthday. She's gorgeous. The model showed up with a black eye.

I already foresaw this Polish gangster and human trafficker's eye swelling shut when, last December, on New Year's Eve 2024, he convinced Olga to leave her teaching profession after divorcing her husband and wanting to see the world.

Human nature is an inexhaustible source of surprises. She joined a porn chat, although she could have starred in unforgettable Russian films, for example, under the direction of Nikita Mikhailov. I don't understand why she resorted to prostitution to show off her body in masturbation crowds and salons of lust and perversion.

She lacked experience. It was a fateful decision. She chose the worst.

She wasn't one of those professionals with crooked fangs; she only had a source of sexual desire and a thirst for adventure. Dating men. Bjowij20, one of those pimps who scour the internet for sex, has found his prey.

Realizing he was a good target (many hunters fight the heron, attacking it swiftly, mobsters and bulldogs calling for it, it's better not to kill it), he tried to bribe her, posting a ton of money on a forum, promising her a palace where even the bathrooms would be made of gold, and a Rolls-Royce would be parked at the door to take her anywhere.

The meanest boar will eat the best acorn, and so Olga, a woman of the highest order, far more beautiful than Nicole Kidman à la Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, or Claudia Cardinales, who had come from a remote provincial town in the Russian Far East, fell into a trap.

The promises turned out to be lies, and the same thing happened to her as to the muleteer from Guadalajara: nothing of what had been promised the night before came true. The promised palace turned out to be a Tel Aviv shack without running water next to a beach where she couldn't swim because the water was polluted by Netanyahu's war.

She heard the roar of fighter jets, keeping her awake.

The pimp took her to Istanbul, where things got even worse. The fate of Russian girls who travel to Turkey to find themselves in seraglios where poverty and lies await them is very sad.

I would like to write this sad saga about the perversions of a beautiful Siberian woman at the hands of her Israeli exploiters.

But I lack the courage to condemn a hedonistic society that has turned sex into a religion, not a source of life and a means of procreation, but a mere subjunctive pleasure of vice.

Olga is the embodiment of beauty, and everyone who meets her falls a little in love with her, not just for her looks, but for her charm, kindness, heart, and her youthful, carefree insouciance.

She could have been the protagonist of "Resurrection," Leo Tolstoy's great novel.

The blows to my forehead felt like they were inflicted on me. The bruises and marks left all over her body by that vile Pole are like seven knives stabbed into my heart.

In one of the photos of the model, where she looks pained, as if making love to the camera, I saw on her wounded face the image of Our Lady of Sorrows, whom we Spaniards so venerate.

Today I returned to the chat, and she showed no signs of life; she hasn't returned to work. She's disappeared. I wish she never returned to that cesspool of dirty sexual crap again, and that the Russian police could arrest her rapist, who I believe is a terrorist hired by Zelensky.