4 days ago I went out with a prostitute.

1 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 18:35

The day we went out, we started talking and bonding and for some reason I told her to call my number if she needed to talk.

She promptly did so, and started wooing me with promises of a good relationship and awesome sex (she was a high-end prostitute and she did a boatload of things).

Unfortunately, I was seduced and fell for it. The morning after I met up with her and we hung out. We agreed we would meet up later at night and be together. During the day however, I made up my mind this wasn't a good idea and decided to end it all before it started.

That night we met up as planned and she took me to a place her mother owned. Not a home. A beauty parlor with a massage table. She started declaring herself to me, started trying to take off my clothes, the whole deal. At one point I noticed she seemed to change personalities, forget what she just said, change her voice tone, etc. It became clear at least, that she was not stable, so I decided to end it. Told her I didn't want anything and wished her well.

She went ballistic on me, attacked me, punched me, and in the end fell down on the floor and started crying. She pulled out two knifes from her purse and attempted to stab herself, which I prevented. Then she produced a scissor and attempted to slit her wrist, which I also prevented. In the struggle she managed to stab her hand with the scissor and passed out, hitting her head hard (not sure if she was trying to stab me or what). I went to get help, and as I returned, she was up, and upon seeing me, she fled.

Fast forward to today. I get a call from the police telling me charges have been pressed agaisnt me, and that I should present myself to the police station to tell my side of the story.

Here is were it gets complicated.

2 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 19:14

>>1

Here is were it gets complicated.

there's more?

3 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 19:20

That's why you should always avoid people that are mentally ill. I'm finding out myself the hard way with my current wife (soon to be ex wife).

Anyways, please continue.

4 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 19:34

you should have called the ploice right away you idiot

5 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 19:42

Not sure if autism. Either way I can't see why anyone would fall for the promise of a good relationship with a prostitute.

I assume you're loaded, so please tell /lounge/ how did you get rich with that kind of naivete.

6 Name: Anonymous OP : 2015-03-01 19:53

Here is were it gets complicated.

I don't live in the United States. I live in Brazil.

I called my lawyer and he told me to get out of my house and vanish. The police waited 3 days to notify me, which means they planned to arrest me and lock me up for the weekend. Summoning you to the PD here on a Friday is a traditional way for brazilian police to lock you up without any evidence. "Preemptive arrest" it's called.

My lawyer later informed me she had told police I had attempted to stab here. She is 5'0 small and weak, I'm 6'0 and 245lbs and a former wrestler so I do have an imposing physique. She somehow produced bruises and wounds as proof, even tho I didn't touch her (except her hands to prevented her suicide, and picking her up after she passed out).

If this was the USA, or anywhere else, I would not be worried.

Yet this is Brazil.

As you know. Dirtiest planet on the world.

I have proof and evidence of her past as a prostitute, along messages she sent me on the phone, before and after the incident, including a "goodbye letter" text.

Yet all of you know this means shit. Nobody is gonna believe the big and strong dude, vs the innocent looking girl.

I'll get fucked by the law here. There is no justice.

I'll end up in a third world country in an overcrowded cell and if I don't get murdered or raped, I'll be fucked for life. Even if I avoid jail, every employer, private or public will deny me, I'll be marked as a criminal. No jobs in the government, no change at immigration (my dream was getting out of here as fast as I could).

7 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 20:01

>>6
Well since your life is ruined anyways.

Hunt that bitch down and gut her.

8 Name: Anonymous : 2015-03-01 20:08

As im getting ready to leave for the police station, there's a knock on my door. I open it thinking it would be the police to take me to the station for questioning, but its not. Its two big dudes that I've never seen before. Before I could even say anything they grabbed me by my shirt and start beating me while yelling about how.

I raped their sister. As I'm laying on the floor of my living room, still confused about what's going on, I hear one of them shut my front door. Then the other one said something about "an eye for an eye". Next thing I knew i woke up with my pants on the floor next to me. Try to get up. Fuck my asshole hurts... did they fucking rape me? They fucking raped me. Now I don't even know what to do. I still haven't talked to the police. I've been in my house with the doors locked for 3 hours. What do /lounge/?

I like this ending better.

9 Name: Anonymous OP : 2015-03-01 20:13

So I gotta a few days to chill out. Make my peace. All my projects are going on hold permanently. All my dreams are going to the locker. It's the end of the line and it's sad cause I'm innocent, I had to flee my home and hide like a criminal, just so I wouldn't get illegally arrested (for those wondering, not answering summons is not illegal, not is the vanishing act I pulled, I'll be summoned again sunday, which is when I'll go down there with my lawyer.)

So like I said. End of the line. The police won't look favorably to me. Neither will the attourney (sorry if I get the names wrong), nor will the judge. Because in the end of the day, it's a big intimidating dude vs the innocent woman. Even tho I got no history of violence or criminal activity, it is how it is. Even if I got a polygraph done, it would no no good.

As for why I was wooed so easily by her, here is why. I'm lonely as sin. I have no friends, I had a fiance once and it ended badly, and I miss her too much. This girl, the prostitute, she reminded me of her, too much actually, this is why she seduced me so quickly... I'm stupid and pathetic, but that's what I get.

So for all you guys here reading. Praise whatever god you worship that you live somewhere that isn't a Third World hole, that your justice system works, even tho flawed, and that you won't end up in a hole in the ground prison with 60000 inmates. Learn from me, don't thrust anyone, whenever you are with women, record everything, get evidence, never goddamn touch them. If you ever find yourself in this situation, you might get luckier.

As for me, I won't go to jail an I surelly won't have my name stained. I'll go out via the exit bag. Quick and easy, a few breaths and it's all done. Justice for me, a final laugh at the dirty system. Maybe next time, if there is such a thing, I'll be born somewhere else.

This was a sad excuse at finding justification, but thank y'all for reading. Learn from my mistakes friends.