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The Pastor Chronicles: A Spicy Tale of Lust and Betrayal

Hold onto your hats, folks, because I'm about to take you on a wild ride through the scandalous world of El Pastor. And let me tell you, after this, you might never look at a burrito the same way again. Sorry, Chipotle.

So there I was, minding my own business, when the Pastor vanished into thin air, leaving behind a whirlwind of chaos and unanswered questions. But before we dive into the juicy details, let me set the stage.

Picture this: the dimly lit corridors of a jail cell, where soap bars double as currency and friendships are forged in the fires of adversity. Life behind bars wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but El Pastor? He was a godsend, a shining beacon of light in a sea of darkness. While others clung to their meager possessions, El Pastor shared his bounty with a generosity that bordered on saintly. A true hustler, even behind bars.

Fast forward to the outside world, and things took a turn for the... well, let's just say, unexpected. Yes, there was a spark between us, a fiery attraction that sizzled with intensity from the start. We danced on the edge of desire, teetering on the brink of something dangerous and delicious.

But as they say, the truth always comes out in the end. And boy, did it ever. El Pastor was a walking contradiction, equal parts charming and infuriating. From his mysteriously acquired possessions to his perpetual financial woes, he was a puzzle I couldn't quite solve.

And then came the sex – oh, the sex. Picture this: a haze of cocaine-fueled euphoria, with El Pastor at the wheel and me along for the ride. In the middle of the highway, he whips out his... well, you get the picture. And let me tell you, I didn't hesitate for a second. I went to town like it was my last meal on earth, the thrill of danger only adding to the excitement.

But that was just the beginning. El Pastor was bossy, demanding, and oh-so-deliciously dominant. He had me begging for more, right there on the highway, with cars zooming past and danger lurking around every bend.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any hotter, he almost had me riding him like a bucking bronco in the garage. But alas, fate had other plans, and our rendezvous was cut short by the imminent arrival of his unsuspecting tenant.

And then, just like that, he was gone, leaving behind a hefty bill and memories that would haunt me for weeks to come. But you know what they say – all's fair in love and war. And let me tell you, folks, this was definitely a battle worth fighting.

Have you ever tried moving halfway across the world- leaving all your loved ones back home- to a country where practically no one speaks your language? It’s a new experience, but it’s not always fun.

I moved to Rome about 3 months ago (NOTE: This is an old entry. It’s been almost 10 months since I moved to Rome.) and since then a lot has happened to me. I decided to take Italian lessons in June because I thought it would be a great way to start learning the language and to make new friends.

Little did I know I was in for a whole lot more than I could handle—I’m referring to both the course and an unexpected rollercoaster ride of emotions. I met a guy who was on a two-week vacation from the States. I didn’t plan on doing anything but to quote the great Forest Gump, let’s just say, “Shit happens”.

I thought whirlwind romances were the kind of stuff you could only see in movies. But it happened to me, and it could happen to you, too. Except in real life there’s there isn’t always a chick-flick esque ending. Truth be told it can even hurt. A LOT.

When you meet the right person at the wrong time and you know you don’t have many days to waste, you don’t hold back. You like being around each other but as that final day looms closer you think, “Is this all there is?”.

I used to think I wasn’t designed to be in a relationship, but now I believe in my abilities. It’s too bad I can’t apply these skills right now. (Geez, why must I break everything down into a science?)