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How much do you know about Yahoo? They are a very young company.
Like many, I found myself looking at too much pornography on the Internet, spending my evenings talking to beautiful girls in chat rooms at a web site called 'Pornication'. I then entered a period in my life where nothing was going right for me. I hated the way of the world, and had become bitter and unpleasant, I tried to change, but it was difficult. I found myself seeking help from God, as many do when things get desperate. I asked him to find a use for me, since my life had become worthless to me. I was to sell up & walk a pilgrimage from England to Jerusalem, as penance. I went back to Pornication to see if there was anybody still there that I used to know. I wanted to tell them that they ought to find a better job. At first I was met with silence, then after a prayer that I could in someway help, I remembered what a chatter had commented a long time ago, that all these kinds of web siteswere owned by mafia. When I asked one of the girls they told me to be quiet, then a minute later said disreetly "it is". Communication on this subject was difficult because they were being monitored by someone called benice, meaning 'be nice' who was present in all of the rooms, which were being broadcast mainly from St. Petersburg Russia, or Canada, I think it was Ontario. Benice himself was based in Canada. I remember that he had a basic knowledge of Russian, but on one occasion rebuked a girl for typing in Russian. We were able to speak some here, subtly. benice couldn't watch any single girl all of the time. I was able through email correspondence to establish a St. Petersburg address, a webpage which I'd been led to had a link to a number of world wide addresses, listed for the purpose of '2257 compliance'. There were two St. Petersburg addresses listed, but a subtle hint gave me the target, Nastudio 11-17 Vishnevskogo ul. St. Petersburg was roughly the same distance from Jerusalem as England. I decided I may as well fly out there and when I was finished walk from there.
I went to Nastudio, a large multi-story building & observed girls being led under escort from one large building to another nearby. I went inside asking to spend time with a girl. The doors on the flats inside were thick metal security doors. they seemed happy enough to let me see one, and asked me to wait on the stairway I could hear girls being led in below every half hour and taken to the floors above in the lift. After being left waiting for 3 hours i went back to my hotel. I hung around the area for a few days but they became aware of me and things stopped happening.
On the other side of the street was a derelict building. I went over rubble to the top floor with an excellent view of the street. I watched into the early hours. Every half hour on the half hour lookouts would appear in the streets and alleyways bellow. A man would arrive and look up at the window, of a corner building. Then either a girl would be sent out to him, or they would leave after about five minutes. They were not only being led to and from Nastudio, but also the other large buildings within view. They seemed to own the whole area. Sometimes a man or woman with a dog would
be sent across the street first. I later learned that the dog was supposed to be trained to stop them running. The mood of transfer was no longer relaxed, the escort was running ahead far enough to turn the key to the lock and open the door at the arrival of the girl. Reducing time on the street by a few moments. An ambulance showed up at the corner building which seemed to drop someone off or take someone on board, I couldn't see because it was obscuring the doorway. I'd see this ambulance again in Vishnevskoko ul. overlooking transfer another evening.
The next evening I was pretty demoralized. It wasn't coming together. If I was in the street anywhere near the place they wouldn't bring anyone out. I just couldn't get close to one that I knew. Not all were captive, that would happen when they tried to leave. one evening Instead of walking on as I usually would when I came out of the entrance, I turned and sat on a wall with a bottle of beer. As I turned I saw an adrenaline rushed man come light footed from the side of the hotel in my direction. He had both his hands in stuffed into his coat pockets, and was tense. He stopped in his tracks about four meters away as soon as I saw him, turning his head to one side avoiding eye contact. It was very obvious he was going to knife me from behind had I not turned. It looked as though he was clutching knives tightly in both hands inside his coat pockets. He didn't look up as I passed him back into the hotel, this was the first of many would-be assasins of the next two years they've been much less bold ouside of Russia.
I wasn't going to be able to extract anyone, I began walking on to Jerusalem, on my way lobbying Russian authorites and international organisations. I would learn more from the captives over the next two years. There were thousands of them, they would be locked up with no hope of release, lest they talk, some would try to run during transfer, the lookouts would converge on them and they would be knifed and taken inside, where they would sometimes die. Trouble makers would be flogged or electricuted, and if persistant exported somewhere even nastier. I discovered also that the girls were becoming pregnant, through enforced unprotected prostitution, the children being raised in captivity for lives of abuse. It emerged that Nastudio are also a part of Yahoo! management, Yahoo! being mafia owned, part managed by mafias the world over, and used by them for safe communications. My account information and location on login were being passed to Nastudio for my extermination. Also wthin a few days of my letters to authorities and organisations, the criminals obtained copies, and my location at the time of posting from the postmarks. More than two years down the road, due to almost absolute corruption of Russian authorities i've still been unable to help these people. Girls persisting in speaking to outsiders like me have had family members killed, and even their babies executed. I've also had my family located and threatend because by the will of God they've been unable to stop me. it's best to use MSN to search for related matter, they have full co-operation from Yahoo! ifriends is also mafia owned and fully cooperative, some of the Nastudio girls can be seen there.
Iâm not spamming, Iâve nothing to sell, I intend to revisit all posts to answer questions. Public awareness will help them.
Keith Jones
Most recent letter to authorities here:
http://community.channel4.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/503603557/m/9910018204
More detail here:
http://www.forum-central.com/thread5975.html
Like many, I found myself looking at too much pornography on the Internet, spending my evenings talking to beautiful girls in chat rooms at a web site called 'Pornication'. I then entered a period in my life where nothing was going right for me. I hated the way of the world, and had become bitter and unpleasant, I tried to change, but it was difficult. I found myself seeking help from God, as many do when things get desperate. I asked him to find a use for me, since my life had become worthless to me. I was to sell up & walk a pilgrimage from England to Jerusalem, as penance. I went back to Pornication to see if there was anybody still there that I used to know. I wanted to tell them that they ought to find a better job. At first I was met with silence, then after a prayer that I could in someway help, I remembered what a chatter had commented a long time ago, that all these kinds of web siteswere owned by mafia. When I asked one of the girls they told me to be quiet, then a minute later said disreetly "it is". Communication on this subject was difficult because they were being monitored by someone called benice, meaning 'be nice' who was present in all of the rooms, which were being broadcast mainly from St. Petersburg Russia, or Canada, I think it was Ontario. Benice himself was based in Canada. I remember that he had a basic knowledge of Russian, but on one occasion rebuked a girl for typing in Russian. We were able to speak some here, subtly. benice couldn't watch any single girl all of the time. I was able through email correspondence to establish a St. Petersburg address, a webpage which I'd been led to had a link to a number of world wide addresses, listed for the purpose of '2257 compliance'. There were two St. Petersburg addresses listed, but a subtle hint gave me the target, Nastudio 11-17 Vishnevskogo ul. St. Petersburg was roughly the same distance from Jerusalem as England. I decided I may as well fly out there and when I was finished walk from there.
I went to Nastudio, a large multi-story building & observed girls being led under escort from one large building to another nearby. I went inside asking to spend time with a girl. The doors on the flats inside were thick metal security doors. they seemed happy enough to let me see one, and asked me to wait on the stairway I could hear girls being led in below every half hour and taken to the floors above in the lift. After being left waiting for 3 hours i went back to my hotel. I hung around the area for a few days but they became aware of me and things stopped happening.
On the other side of the street was a derelict building. I went over rubble to the top floor with an excellent view of the street. I watched into the early hours. Every half hour on the half hour lookouts would appear in the streets and alleyways bellow. A man would arrive and look up at the window, of a corner building. Then either a girl would be sent out to him, or they would leave after about five minutes. They were not only being led to and from Nastudio, but also the other large buildings within view. They seemed to own the whole area. Sometimes a man or woman with a dog would
be sent across the street first. I later learned that the dog was supposed to be trained to stop them running. The mood of transfer was no longer relaxed, the escort was running ahead far enough to turn the key to the lock and open the door at the arrival of the girl. Reducing time on the street by a few moments. An ambulance showed up at the corner building which seemed to drop someone off or take someone on board, I couldn't see because it was obscuring the doorway. I'd see this ambulance again in Vishnevskoko ul. overlooking transfer another evening.
The next evening I was pretty demoralized. It wasn't coming together. If I was in the street anywhere near the place they wouldn't bring anyone out. I just couldn't get close to one that I knew. Not all were captive, that would happen when they tried to leave. one evening Instead of walking on as I usually would when I came out of the entrance, I turned and sat on a wall with a bottle of beer. As I turned I saw an adrenaline rushed man come light footed from the side of the hotel in my direction. He had both his hands in stuffed into his coat pockets, and was tense. He stopped in his tracks about four meters away as soon as I saw him, turning his head to one side avoiding eye contact. It was very obvious he was going to knife me from behind had I not turned. It looked as though he was clutching knives tightly in both hands inside his coat pockets. He didn't look up as I passed him back into the hotel, this was the first of many would-be assasins of the next two years they've been much less bold ouside of Russia.
I wasn't going to be able to extract anyone, I began walking on to Jerusalem, on my way lobbying Russian authorites and international organisations. I would learn more from the captives over the next two years. There were thousands of them, they would be locked up with no hope of release, lest they talk, some would try to run during transfer, the lookouts would converge on them and they would be knifed and taken inside, where they would sometimes die. Trouble makers would be flogged or electricuted, and if persistant exported somewhere even nastier. I discovered also that the girls were becoming pregnant, through enforced unprotected prostitution, the children being raised in captivity for lives of abuse. It emerged that Nastudio are also a part of Yahoo! management, Yahoo! being mafia owned, part managed by mafias the world over, and used by them for safe communications. My account information and location on login were being passed to Nastudio for my extermination. Also wthin a few days of my letters to authorities and organisations, the criminals obtained copies, and my location at the time of posting from the postmarks. More than two years down the road, due to almost absolute corruption of Russian authorities i've still been unable to help these people. Girls persisting in speaking to outsiders like me have had family members killed, and even their babies executed. I've also had my family located and threatend because by the will of God they've been unable to stop me. it's best to use MSN to search for related matter, they have full co-operation from Yahoo! ifriends is also mafia owned and fully cooperative, some of the Nastudio girls can be seen there.
Iâm not spamming, Iâve nothing to sell, I intend to revisit all posts to answer questions. Public awareness will help them.
Keith Jones
Most recent letter to authorities here:
http://community.channel4.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/503603557/m/9910018204
More detail here:
http://www.forum-central.com/thread5975.html
