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So this is one of those scarier emails I get from guys who have been scammed.
This one sent me his conversation with the person he thinks I am.
This is also why I've decided to stop feeling bad about guys getting scammed.
You can see the quality of man here by how he talks about lesbians and how he calls a woman he wants to put his dick in a snotty brat as if she's a child.
Excessively creepy.
Especially since it seems he's found my email and still doesn't understand that he's being scammed by some dude and not me.
Probably going to swing by the police station tomorrow and make them aware of Roger. They won't do anything but at least there will be a record just in case Roger ever decides to find my house & try to do something physical.
Maybe I'll call the Henderson officer that tried to intimidate me over my social media posts about ICE.
@Brazzers@sauceylover101 It would be great i your support would actually react to any inquiry sent. I have sent several mails since Friday and tried to contact via chat as well.
I experienced shock for 2 days after Danny Steele almost killed us driving recklessly on October 12th 2023.
We were driving to LA to shoot a scene for a director he had never worked with before.
He was anxious and started a fight as we were rolling out of my driveway. By the time we hit the casinos on the edge of town I was uncontrollably crying and didn't want to shoot with him.
I texted my agent to let her know that we would need replacements.
He became irate even though he had just agreed that we shouldn't shoot and started screaming about how I was going to ruin his reputation. How this director would never hire him again. How I had ruined his entire life. How everything was my fault.
He sped faster until he was going over a hundred miles per hour. There was an 18-wheeler in front of us and he wasn't going to move away from it. I was convinced he was going to crash us directly into the back of it and kill us.
I talked him down until I got him to pull over.
I still remember everything about how I felt sitting in that passenger seat wondering if I could unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out of the car quickly enough that he wouldn't be able to get back on the highway before I could get out. I worried that he would run me over with the car if I did make it out.
I made the mistake of asking if I could drive instead of trying to escape.
He had been calm but immediately became angry again at my question. He was devastatingly offended that I would ask to drive. He proclaimed that he would only ever kill himself that he wouldn't kill me, ignoring the fact that we are both in the car and would both die if he crashed.
We got back on the road headed toward home, but it was only a minute or two before he started ramping up again.
His face was red and spit was flying out of his mouth as he screamed at the top of his lungs and gripped the wheel with both hands.
He was going over 100 miles an hour again, driving toward the back of another 18-wheeler.
My body slipped from panic into a calm numbness. I was so angry at myself for not taking my chances on jumping out of the vehicle. The main reason I hadn't jumped out was at the end of the day I didn't know if he would drive back to my house and hurt my cats or burn my house down if I jumped out of the car and tried to escape while we were over an hour away from my home.
This time in order to calm him down I promised him that we could go to LA and we could shoot the scene just like he wanted, nothing had to be ruined, nothing had to be damaged. I lied and said that I hadn't told my agent what was happening.
I had told her that if we crashed it wasn't an accident and that I loved her.
I talked him down and he turned around and started driving back toward LA.
I felt numb and quietly deleted all the text messages I had sent just in case he wanted to check my phone. I looked out the window and tried to remain calm because I knew if I started crying he would get upset again.
When the casinos were no longer within site he apologized.
I was not used to him apologizing and I was actually shocked that he did so in that moment. He then looked at me, expectantly.
I asked "what?"
"You don't think you have anything to apologize for?"
I looked him in the eye and said no and then turned to look back out the window.
I leaned the seat back, exhausted, and tried to sleep but I couldn't.
I faced away from him for a long time.
When we got to LA it was very hard for me to contain my emotions. I had to hide how I was feeling from him and everyone else on set because I knew if I ruined the day he might kill me and himself before we ever made it home and I didn't have my own vehicle.
I took multiple breaks in the bathroom to cry, carefully sticking paper towels in the corners of my eyes so I didn't ruin the makeup.
I performed.
I love all the people who were on set that day. If I hadn't been surrounded by such kind and caring people the entire process would have been much...