#christinehart

Blue-eyed Ken was just an average guy. The ink eyed one, who liked to inject girls and experiment on them with torture, scared me shitless. I could feel Doktor Evil inside him, just as I had done inside

I had worked for three years on it and I was drained, bringing up a child alone and working non stop wasn't a great mix - they hadn’t given me any advance and so I was hoping the thing would sell. I sat

I didn’t buy a flat with my six-figure salary; I felt the money was immoral. Tabloid wages, led to bad karma. I was an energy reader and money was a hook that evil threw you but it had attachments, especially