BOOK OF RAHAB "THANK YOU HOE"... See GOD can use you ... "She was kind to tell me she's with Pippen in Chicago"

He was using Nikki 

Same childish bullshit

They won't say to my face 

Team meeting 

He won't use anyone new

Same cast of childish people over and over...

Has no money with Lisa trying to look important 

My GOD has been too good

Quick DISCLAIMER and APOLOGIES don't know why I added her to my prayer box... what the devil meant for evil worked in my favor.

Throw a rock into a pack of dogs... first one who hollars got hit.

I didn't have to tell you where Scottie is, she did.

I should explain Nikki is my on site hoe... or she used to be... great if you need a blow job for $200 

Please know if you call this hoe... my cut is 60/40

Cash App my cut directly to me

Don't get it twisted hoe

I lost Jesse Jackson and couldn't not return to Chicago knowing the Pippen family attends that Church.

Not that I have anything against Meeks, I raised my children watching Salem.

In fact I planted GRACE lest you know she was born upon my return. 

What your not going to do is steal my peace of mind, using a whore I employ to suck dick for me.

Ok... thank you 

P.S. You can book 2 hoes for $350 my cut is the same... these bitches will be front row at Chris Brown concert...

That's their job... please excuse me in prayer

HIV CHALLENGE 

These are my results 

#NEGATIVE 

CAN YOU POST YOUR RESULTS 

Yes, she would love to suck my pussy... I know

I'm not among the ungrateful 

I don't sell pussy

But it's hoes like these

Who helped me keep my pussy clean

Do I sound like a preacher???

Good

I close my sermon with

Thank you hoe

For all the times you turned a trick, and paid my cut without me having to whip your ass.

Thank you hoe

For all the NBA dick you suck and ASS you sell

Thank You hoe

https://sexydancer68.blogspot.com/2025/12/happy-holidays-to-all.html

You are so important to me I'm going to post an ad letting everyone know just how loyal of a hoe you are... thank you hoe

Exact conversation word for word...

NEXT QUESTION: VEGAS POLICE ARE LOOKING TO QUESTION PIPPEN... CHICAGO (BRANDON) CANNOT HELP IN VEGAS ... IF I FIND HIM IN VEGAS #SHOOTING

Did You Hear It Too? A Moment That Made Me Pause

There are moments in life when something hits your ears or your spirit and you can’t quite shake it. That’s exactly how I felt recently. I’ve been sitting with this, replaying it in my mind, trying to understand whether it was real, symbolic, or something deeper.

How many of you heard the Catholic chat before Kendrick Lamar performed? #Superbowl #Rewind

Did you hear the words: “Elijah, if I see Pippen leading me, I will bang him.”

That’s not something you just brush off. That’s the kind of statement that makes you stop, rewind, and question everything context, meaning, intention. Was it metaphor? Was it misheard? Or was it something more layered, something spiritual or coded in a way only certain people would even recognize?

Because words matter. Especially when they intersect with faith, power, identity, and perception.

And then my mind went somewhere else entirely.

I remember seeing Pope Francis with a black eye.

Now, maybe that moment was explained away. Maybe it was accidental, maybe it was medical, maybe it was nothing. But when you start connecting moments what you hear, what you see, what you feel you begin to ask questions that don’t always have easy answers.

And then there’s Scottie Pippen.

Why that name? Why that reference? Why does it feel like certain names, certain figures, keep appearing in moments that feel… intentional?

I’m not here to tell you what to believe.

I’m here to say: pay attention.

We live in a world where messages are not always direct. Where symbolism, influence, and perception can blur the line between reality and interpretation. Where something said in passing or heard in a crowd can carry weight far beyond the moment itself.

Maybe it was nothing.

Or maybe it was something meant to make us think.

Either way, I heard it. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

FIND KENDRICK LAMAR SUPERBOWL #LISTEN

I do NOT know CULPICH... He replaced GEORGE my Bishop 

I KNOW TOO MUCH

SCOTTIE PIPPEN IS MORE MENTAL THAN ME!!!

Archives: https://sexydancer68.blogspot.com/

CODES ARE THE SAME, MY CODES ARE UNIVERSAL

Breaking the Player Codes, keys to my car!

1 I am number one in your life

2 Second Wife to somebody??

3 You see or hear GOD

4 I am “HIV” negative

5 Someone with “HIV” near me

6 Dr. J and/or LeBron James

7 Carmelo Anthony or #Vegas

8 (Vanessa) 24 (Chevy)  Kobe Codes

9 I am not having a “baby”

10 Perfect Me

11 Who wants to RAPE… yeah

12 Jesus had Disciples how many?

13 Esther (Bible)

14 Valentine Day

16 Pope Francis

18 RIP DJ

20 Gary Payton

21 Weed/Marijuana (y’all so LOUD)

22 Both on a second marriage

23 Michael Jordan

25 Derrek Lee (Cubs)

31 Chris Brown

33 Scottie Pippen

34 Walter Payton

35 Kevin Durant

36 Bishop Don Juan

40 Presidential Codes

42 Floyd Mayweather

45 What gun do I carry?

45 Donald J. Trump

50 I am going off about something, not the rapper jerk #FAKE

52 Supreme Captain Mustapha Farrakhan

58 Judge Zagel (RIP)

65 Dr Dre

66 GB2G aka George Bush:)

68 Year I was born

69 Commander Brian Thompson aka “Silver Fox” (Rahm)

81 Cocaine (beware of Fentanyl)

99 JAY-Z

00 Diddy

106 Park it right here (My birthday)

168 Debbie LUCKY lottery number

I DID NOT TELL DR KING IS MY FATHER... YOU DID

RED LOBSTER... LOBSTER FEST AT HOME

Busy taking care of self #therapy

Taking the Weekend Off to Cook, Soak, and Enjoy Me... No Apologies Needed

This weekend is not about deadlines, expectations, or explanations.

It’s about me.

No apologies. No overthinking. No proving anything to anyone.

Just peace… the kind you create on purpose.

I’m taking the time to cook real meals, the kind that fill the kitchen with warmth and remind me of who I am at my core. I’m soaking physically, mentally, emotionally letting everything that tried to weigh me down over the past two weeks dissolve, one breath at a time. And most importantly, I’m enjoying me. Fully. Without interruption.

Because after these last two weeks, I’ve earned it.

Let’s talk about it…

The past two weeks have been intense mentally, emotionally, and professionally. I’ve had to stand my ground in situations where silence would have been easier but not right. I’ve had to advocate for myself in environments where my voice should have already been respected. I’ve revisited conversations, emails, and moments that made it clear: what I experienced was not imagined it was real, and it mattered.

There were attempts to dismiss my concerns.

Attempts to reframe my truth.

Attempts to make me question my own experience.

But here’s what I know now more than ever: I don’t need validation from the same place that caused the harm.

I’ve been navigating wrongful termination concerns, retaliation, and a clear failure to accommodate while also managing the emotional toll that comes with being misunderstood, misrepresented, and underestimated. I’ve had to gather my strength, organize my thoughts, and prepare to stand firm not just for myself, but for what’s right.

And that’s not easy.

At the same time, I’ve continued pushing forward drafting letters, preparing for legal steps, responding with professionalism even when I didn’t receive the same in return. That takes discipline. That takes control. That takes growth.

But let me be clear: strength doesn’t mean I don’t get tired.

It means I know when to pause.

And this weekend… I’m pausing.

Not because I’m giving up but because I’m refueling.

There is power in stepping back.

There is healing in choosing yourself.

There is clarity in stillness.

This weekend is my reset.

No courtroom language.

No corporate emails.

No defending my truth.

Just me grounded, present, and at peace.

Cooking what I want.

Resting how I need.

Reconnecting with the version of myself that doesn’t have to fight to be heard.

Because she already knows her worth.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve been pushing through your own storm this is your reminder:

You don’t always have to fight.

You don’t always have to explain.

You don’t always have to show up for everyone else.

Sometimes… you just need to show up for you.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing.

This weekend, I choose peace.

I choose rest.

I choose me.

No apologies needed.

SCOTTIE PIPPEN IS MORE MENTAL THAN ME!!!

YOUR WELCOME VEGAS (7)!!! Back to NFL #LUCKY 7 DID IT AGAIN!!!

My only question to you is "What number will you choose"?

Tom Brady makes me sick... #spoiled 

Well you have the stage set for Superbowl 2029

Surround him with a strong defensive line, talented receivers. 

Is my cousin Preston Clipper still with the team??? 

REMEMBER THE FIRE AT UNLV LAST YEAR JULY 2025??? PERSONAL MOMENT THE MAIL STILL SMELLS OF FIRE

APPLEBEE'S IN GULFPORT APRIL 2024DURING PLAYOFFS YOU CAME TO MY JOB Repost from 4/23/25

Title: A Family Affair: When the NBA Turns "Stalking" into "Personal Theater"

Last year around this time, life in Gulfport, Mississippi took a strange turn. From April through July 2024, I found myself being subtly yet unmistakably followed by Scottie Pippen once again, he came to my job!!!

Yes, that NBA. The same organization that often claims to “know nothing” had shadows tracking my every move, like I was suddenly part of a reality show I never signed up for.

It became more than coincidental. During the NBA Finals on June 16, 2025, things escalated. One of the family members yes, a relative showed up at my job. As if that wasn’t invasive enough, my supervisor casually dropped a bomb: “Oh, I know the whole team in Memphis.” Well, that explains a lot.

For those watching closely (and apparently many are watching), it’s obvious this isn’t some isolated moment. This has become entertainment to them—NBA players, their families, even the Wives of Miami. They laugh, narrate, and repurpose my life into material, forgetting the very real implications of obsessive stalking. 

And let’s not forget: this is all happening without my permission. I didn’t ask for this spotlight. I’m simply existing and somehow, that’s enough to warrant surveillance-level attention.

It’s wild to consider, but true: I’ve become the unwelcome centerpiece of their twisted game.

The patterns are undeniable. Every game, I can feel the eyes. Whether it's the friends, the fans, or the families someone’s watching, recording, commenting. It’s not paranoia if it’s factual.

And this post? It’s not for me. I’ve come to terms with their obsession. This is for you the outsider. The person still trying to connect the dots. 

Let me help draw the lines. Even the judge knows something suspicious: originally, I asked for a two-week extension... they were granted six. Think about that.

To be clear, I’ve never been a fan of Lisa. Never will be. I don’t engage with junkies—past, present, or future. This latest incident just piles onto a well-documented history of stalking involving this family. 

And the funniest part? They narrate their moves. Literally. If you listen close enough, you’ll catch it how they follow, how they twist, how they joke.

Oh, and let’s clear the air on one last rumor: Scottie’s biggest insecurity has always been that I don’t date Black men. 

Wild, right? Fans also love to assume I was ever attending Bulls games for Pippen. Not true. If I was in the building, I walked in with Michael Jordan. Period.

And yes I did catch last night’s game. The highlight moment? Go to 3:45 in the video linked here. 

You’ll hear it for yourself:

“Get his star player a greeter here…” Whew. Too funny. That line alone is proof they’re still at it.

At the end of the day, this is bigger than basketball. It’s about personal space, respect, and knowing when a “game” crosses the line into obsession.

Thanks for reading. Keep your eyes open sometimes the court spills out into real life.