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May 2020
I own a military camp for the men that I love. I train them ready to **** , in perfection . Lessons include how to be a gentlemen 101
Which constitutes of how to open car doors, never to let a ladies roses die, to let them always walk first.
A module on mental illness and how to sooth it with shushes and slow rocking and to read poetry till the demons fall asleep.
I teach them about love , but not the type ordinary people carry, the type I only possess , a fiery magic infused love . And how librarians hear of the myth of mahdis love and how poets glide their finger tips over it in hopes to achieve this nirvana.
But no other than the men I love will experience this type of paradise this devine pureness my love encapsulates. I train them to a point of complete submission.
And then then draw power from my magic, they break me and they share what I have gifted them with someone else who they get to love for eternity. Tell me why do I take so much time with my masterpieces if they just choose other homes .
Mahdiya Patel
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Mahdiya Patel  20/F/Johannesburg
(20/F/Johannesburg)   
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