The reality television show Caso Cerrado, Telemundo’s answer to Judge Judy, recently featured a transgender defendant named Jennifer who was hired by the defendant Sylvia to have sex with her husband.
Jennifer explained to the lawyer and arbiter Ana María Polo that she had been regularly hired by the couple as a masseuse, when Sylvia had the idea to hire Jennifer to have sex with her husband for his 60th birthday. We at Right Wing News do not recommend this as an appropriate gift. New golf clubs, maybe?
As Polo listened in shock, Jennifer described that she only took the $500 gig in order to send money back to her family in Cuba.
She went on to describe the date in question culminating with having penetrative anal sex with Miguel and despite enjoying the process, managed to die on the bed… with Jennifer’s male genitalia still inside his rear. Panicking, Jennifer called Sylvia and the ambulance, police and fire units arrived and both Jennifer and the recently undone Miguel were taken as one to a local hospital. Medical staff were able to remove Jennifer from the equation, but the process did land Jennifer with a fractured penis.
“Can you imagine?” said Jennifer. “I’m Cuban. I’m well hung.” In the procedure to fix her penis, it “ended up small.”
Perfectly normal.
So, why was Jennifer suing Sylvia for $20,000 in damages? It’s not just to cover the surgical costs which totaled over $13,000. She was also charged with prostitution.
In the end, Sylvia and Jennifer agreed on a settlement of $5,000 paid to Jennifer.
You’d be right to doubt the truth of this situation, like many in the YouTube comment section. But, it’s good to note that the show has a disclaimer saying that while many cases are acted out, they are still based on real life events.
You can watch the Spanish language episode that aired recently on Telemundo here.
I do not speak any Spanish, except,"Mida! Mida! Mida!" That is "Look! Look! Look!" And that is what a Puerto Rican hollered when he saw a buddy of mine down the gangway in Chicago.
We fought with the Ricans all the time in Chicago. They were LKN or other Spanish gangs. I got into some tough scrapes back then but managed to come out of them with just a few scrapes and bruises. Got a nice sweater from a dude we jumped also, but it is long gone. There was one Hispanic gang that was friendly with us. But the clubs were divided into "people" and "folks". The two sides did not get along. ;)
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
South of San Antonio TX, just over the border is a giant Mexican whore house called 'Boy's Town.' I don't know if it is still there, but I was in that area in '83 with some business buddies (restaurant business at the time) and we had a weekend on our hands with not much to do. One of the dull light bulbs in the crowd said "Hey, let's go to boy's town." I tagged along and the first whore to hit on me was drop-dead gorgeous. I was starting to weaken a little and my buddy called me over and said 'Dude - that's a faggot - a man - a transgender!'
That was enough for me not to participate. I sat at the bar beet red until the rest of the crew finished their business and we all left, but I for sure really wanted to slam that tranny straight into the street.
U.S. Constitution - Article IV, Section 4: NO BORDERS + NO LAWS = NO COUNTRY
When I was a young man in Chicago and working at the florist shop, I was near Diversey and Clark Streets, the neighborhood the fags hung out. I potted a "drag queen" and I said, "I know what you are!" The response was, "You bitch!" They do not like it when you spot them and blow their cover. ROTFLOL!
"When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one." Edmund Burke
