A Little Harder Now

Ok so lawyer woman is running, is panting, is sweating in the gym. 

It is feeling of very wellness.  Feeling good. 

When she is young womans, she didnt understand realities of the life.

She is doing the crying and crying and crying for her mother.
i am not happy as lawyer, mother, anything but that.

And mother with colour in her eyes, the same as chandelier in ceiling, is looking thru her, like a fish in sea.
Mother is saying with mouth: Well, no one is happy as a 21 yr old, u need to become more mature. Darling.

Her mother is doing the saying: It has to hurt, before it will be better.

The screaming inside the fittness center: it has to hurt, before it will be better.

She drying running sweat of forehead, she puts on more of speeding.

Her fat blubber is going up and down, up and down.

Yes, it has to be hurting before it will be better.

Now she is understanding realities of the life.

Oh, all of these lefties, who feel sorry for world and pitying the people, i am so goddamn tired of them and their big and sorrowfull eyes.
I am doing the saying: there r laws and there r the regulations.
Yes, some of the people falling off the carrusel.
This is the life.
Wake up and be smelling the coffee.

Now she is understanding: it has to hurting before it will be doing good.

So what is lawyer woman doing: she is pressing button on running machine and making speed faster. And faster.
Oh yes, there is so much speed, speed of lightening, and speed of love and passion, and speed of sex and orgasm on the rubber belt, faster n faster.

She is feeling the blood rulling, her mouth open, oh, oh, oh.

Sweat is pouring. Give me more.
Bony ass on her side, is trying to compete.

She increasing of the speed, when fat woman is be doing the same.
More speed.
Yes, yes, and the yes.

Running machine is shaking now, making big sounds in fittness center.
Little bony ass cunt is still increasing of the speeding.
Like i know nothing of what she is be doing.

She is following of the ruling, and she is represenative of the biggest municipalities of them all, all other small municipalities r doing the following of her rulings, so she is setting the standards of the interpretations, she is very important person, and likes looks of the admirations of people.
What is must to be doing now is keeping of the speeding.
U r a smoking person, yes, u have the high probablities of dying of lung cancer.
How difficult is it?
It has to hurt before it will be better.

More speed, yes, a little more, just to show, how good this pain is.
It is starting to be smoking from the rubber belt, she is doing the feeling it is becoming of softness, the rubber may be of melting.
Well, where there is a will, there is way, sweetheart, she is hearing voice of mother.
There is becoming a strange smell of bacon.
Baked bacon.

Give me more speed, give me liberation, give me the power of feeling of the power.
Let them staring at her fat blubber as much as they r wanting.
Lawyer woman now has air in stomach.
It is making big noise inside of belly.
She needs to let some air out.
The trick, mother, is to let a little bit of air out, a little bit, so no one really notices the stinking coming from her ass.
She is trying the discreteness.
She is no really good.
So now stench is clear.
Bonyass is covering her nose, with look of disgustedness.

It no of help much.
There is still air in stomach, still pain, she must let it be going.
Go, go go, while she is doing the running, with the smell of roasted bacon, her farting with smell of eggs, oh yes, now, now, now it is coming, and she lets out tremedous farting in entire fittness center.

It is explosion.

The fittness instructors is spending of their afternoon cleaning blubber and saliva from the walls and the ceiling.

By afternoon the machines r running again.

This is a true story being from telling of very sad man from municipality telling the story of lawyer woman.
I am making very clear from beginning of this liberation blogging of Veronica Ludmila:
i have very many strange stories from customers in this and other countries.
To finalize this event, municipality man with very little hair after he is telling this story, is falling asleep in my pink bed.
I kick him and is telling him to wakeup. He must be leave now.
I have to sleep.
He is understanding person and tells me:
Good nite and I wave to him and say:
Good luck.

Will she make it or fake it #2

So lawyer woman is running and running and panting and panting on rubber belt. 

Sweating, sweating, sweating, drinking coca-light nd getiing feeling of angriness towards doctor and his prescriptions of diet and drugs. 

It is very important u r loosing the weight. Very important or u will go dropping dead.

Yes, we r hoping this is not happening very soon in time, but we will all be dropping dead. Some time. Lawyer woman is responding and trying differnt type of smiling.

She is doing the thinking doctor is pissing and irritating, she knows an reaching for more drink, coz of the much sweat poruing down her face. 

Like she doesnt know about the cost benefitting and lean and reducing of costs.

Like she doesnt know about welfare and state and the costs and the benefits and ppl just asking for benefits and not producing, like she doesnt know about begging and asking for more welfare, n the invention of all kinds of diseases and being of the sick, to achieve more of the money.

She is now feeling the anger and pressing the speed upwards. 

Faster and faster. 

Faster and faster, she is running much harder than her neighbor bony-ass woman.

Like she doesnt know anything about demands and structures, and seeing clear. 

She is drinking the coke and her fatness is doing movements like blubber on a jellyfish.

As if she had never registered the looks of content from bypassers on the streets and subways, while she is making her way down the steps, as if she never noticed the looks for young men, saying statements like, big fat sow. 

Like the writing in fat letters of grafitti. 

She stared back, that is what she is doing everytime they r sending her The Look. 

They dont know Lawyer woman, what she is carrying on the inside, she is the knowledge of structure and control, and decision.

It is not about the receiving. 

There is treatment of everything. 

Diapositas, depressions, ptsd, treatment plans and pills. 

It is the Will Showing The Way. 

She is never meeting the people she is doing the reading about. 

All the life stories, she never sees the faces of these people. 

Thanks to the Gods. 

All these soft left leaning social workers, good grief, she is telling them the true story of life.

She is like the strong cliff of the mountain, she is refering the paragraphs and the laws, and she is now again increasing the speed.

Treatment should be tried, before of any money to be received. Love ur country or leave it, she is still running, running and panting.

Like for example, one social worker-consultant came in with profile. 

She is immigrant-woman, worked two yrs on labour market, once, when? sometime in the 80s, 7 childrens, arthritis, adipositas. 

Hello, HELLLLO, she is screaming now, how diffucult is this? 

Try using the small pea inside the head u have called a brain! 

Oh how she is running and increasing the speed now. 

I am saying NO. NO. NO. Nothing for this person. She needs to face the realities of the life. 

But this woman cannot do the work. What is the point.

A little more speed on this one.

Social worker is bending her back, and disappearing slowly outside the door with all the papers, biting of the lips.

To be cont. sad municipality man with no much hair and no colour in hair, is telling me long story. 

He is customer of mine and doing much talking. 

I am doing the listening. 

This is story he is telling me of the woman in the gym. 

Until then i am doing the saying: 

Good nite and good luck.

Will she make it or will she fake it?

Yes i have promised many times for u to tell final story of sad municipality man with not much hair and no color in hair, telling the story of the lawyer woman in gym.

So now we finish storytelling.

So my client tells me this story, he tells he sees colleague from municipality, lawyer woman, who reads peoples papers and says pension yes, or pension no. So she is now on bike, she is wearing pink braid across hair, to be drying the sweat of forehead.

She is on machine for running, running on belt like in factory.

There is the smelling of sweat and old rubber.
She pressing the button, television is on very loud. She is running now on belt like doing up hill, like faster, and then pressing the button again, more faster.
She must be going forwards, and forwards, uphill, uphill, running running, more faster than girl beside her, anorextic girl with bony-ass.

She is doing the uphill runing and running, isnt life all about going uphill.
Like words of her mother slapping her face. Her face burning under the chandelier, reflecting her dreams like cold dead diamonds.

She is running, panting, running going uphill, felling her blubber around her waist, her face, her neck going up and down, sweat is strating to be pouring down, she feels like a fat duck on the running belt, she is reaching for her cola-light, he is no running much faster than skinny bony ass on her side.

This is important, she is victory woman also running uphill.

This is important, the doctor was telling her.
She was in doctors ward for medical check-up.

Not in the same place as where whores go, but another hospital.

Doctor will be looking at her with laser sharp look thru his glasses, and he will be saying:

Ms. X this is serious matter. u must be taking this as serious matter or u will be 5 feet under the ground.
It is important u lose matters of the fat u carry with u on ur body.
Belly fat, fat face, neck fat, leg fat, u r fat Ms. X.
Not just fat, but rather obese. Like hugely fat. Not sensuos, but fat, dear. So get it.
U must be working out, losing the fat or u will very soon some day in near future very much under the ground.
Yes, yes I know, lawyer woman is saying, but cases keep coming in. I am just so very busy, and i cant leave job.
Doctor now sends laser look thru his glasses, now with dim lightening, it is important u lose the weight, it cannot wait.

Lose weight, it cant wait. (new slogan for diet coke. I am making the joke).

The smile of the doctor is now regulated: he says while he is printing papers: It is costing society the money, the cost of ur fatness.
Yes I know, lawyer woman responding and now not looking into his eyes.
She is looking down on her fat fingers.


Now I must end story for today. I am going to sleep and saying: Good nite and good luck to u audience as well as lawyer woman.

The question for t'morrows story will be:

Will she make it, or will she fake it?

What do u think?

Who is the biggest pimp?

OK, so Veronica Ludmila, ur favorite Ukranian prostitute is back in writing business.

I will be asking the question: who is the biggest pimp?

Is it Romanian pea picker in Western country who leaves home country, leaves childrens, mother, grandmother, and is being, how to say screwed in the ass, by Western farmer, in his four wheel drive, he writing bullshit contract filled with exploitation, u must learn the English and I not give u 10 % of ur wages, if u speak not many words?

I really fuck u if u cant read the contract. 

So i can get money for value and buy more things, and happy with order of things, and keeping u in back waters.

Anyway, u tell me now, who is the biggest pimp?

From me telling u now:
Good nite and good luck