posted on Aug, 29 2006 @ 09:04 AM
How much do you know about Yahoo? They are a very young company. Like many, I found myself looking at too much pornography on the Internet, spending
my evenings talking to beautiful girls in chat rooms at a web site called 'Pornication'. I then entered a period in my life where nothing was going
right for me. I hated the way of the world, and had become bitter and unpleasant, I tried to change, but it was difficult. I found myself seeking help
from God, as many do when things get desperate. I asked him to find a use for me, since my life had become worthless to me. I was to sell up & walk a
pilgrimage from England to Jerusalem, as penance. I went back to Pornication to see if there was anybody still there that I used to know. I wanted to
tell them that they ought to find a better job. At first I was met with silence, then after a prayer that I could in someway help, I remembered what a
chatter had commented a long time ago, that all these kinds of web siteswere owned by mafia. When I asked one of the girls they told me to be quiet,
then a minute later said disreetly "it is". Communication on this subject was difficult because they were being monitored by someone called benice,
meaning 'be nice' who was present in all of the rooms, which were being broadcast mainly from St. Petersburg Russia, or Canada, I think it was
Ontario. Benice himself was based in Canada. I remember that he had a basic knowledge of Russian, but on one occasion rebuked a girl for typing in
Russian. We were able to speak some here, subtly. benice couldn't watch any single girl all of the time. I was able through email correspondence to
establish a St. Petersburg address, a webpage which I'd been led to had a link to a number of world wide addresses, listed for the purpose of '2257
compliance'. There were two St. Petersburg addresses listed, but a subtle hint gave me the target, Nastudio 11-17 Vishnevskogo ul. St. Petersburg was
roughly the same distance from Jerusalem as England. I decided I may as well fly out there and when I was finished walk from there.
I went to Nastudio, a large multi-story building & observed girls being led under escort from one large building to another nearby. I went inside
asking to spend time with a girl. The doors on the flats inside were thick metal security doors. they seemed happy enough to let me see one, and asked
me to wait on the stairway I could hear girls being led in below every half hour and taken to the floors above in the lift. After being left waiting
for 3 hours i went back to my hotel. I hung around the area for a few days but they became aware of me and things stopped happening.
On the other side of the street was a derelict building. I went over rubble to the top floor with an excellent view of the street. I
watched into the early hours. Every half hour on the half hour lookouts would appear in the streets and alleyways bellow. A man would arrive and look
up at the window, of a corner building. Then either a girl would be sent out to him, or they would leave after about five minutes. They were not only
being led to and from Nastudio, but also the other large buildings within view. They seemed to own the whole area. Sometimes a man or woman with a dog
would
be sent across the street first. I later learned that the dog was supposed to be trained to stop them running. The mood of transfer was no longer
relaxed, the escort was running ahead far enough to turn the key to the lock and open the door at the arrival of the girl. Reducing time on the street
by a few moments. An ambulance showed up at the corner building which seemed to drop someone off or take someone on board, I couldn't see because it
was obscuring the doorway. I'd see this ambulance again in Vishnevskoko ul. overlooking transfer another evening.
The next evening I was pretty demoralized. It wasn't coming together. If I was in the street anywhere near the place they wouldn't
bring anyone out. I just co