Give it time.
I dunno; looks more like a license to print money, if you can tolerate pooners. Minimum $500, x 150 customers, for 4 days, 3 nights. Then they leave and they're no longer your responsibility. Clean up the camp for the next session, but other than trying to pee outdoors there's not much damage that can be done by city slickers in that short a time.
Hey @JimiHendrix wanna pretend to be gender special with me and pull some of the less mutated women at this camp???
You say that now, but there's a ranch only 500m away. The Camp NaMANu Ranch could still be on the table, especially with the free-labour of summer camps within arms reach.
Clearly the lessons weren't sufficiently learned from RainFurrest 2015. Invite degenerates and retards onto your property and you'll soon learn that no amount of money they give you will be worth it.
One of the Tranch's biggest tactical errors was misusing its FtM serfs. If they had kept their pooners fed and safely housed, and not let Kevin lounge and eat in front of them, they could have had those ladies sublimating their drives into homemaking+ and care of the fuzzy animals. The Tranch wouldn't have turned the dust bowl green or made a profit, but they might not have ended up with an alpaca death camp.
I don't have a complete business model to propose, but it absolutely would not not involve a hotel, or anywhere with carpet.
It's called Camp Lost Boys, pooners are Peter Pan syndrome whackjobs. Do they have an on site therapist?
They could've at least had them pick all the hay out of the spun yarn and knit something cute. Just think: Tranch-branded packers! Imagine the sales!
I do see where you're coming from, trannies have to be some of the easiest marks in history. Doctors, surgeons and therapists learned this years ago and have been laughing all the way to the bank ever since.
Well cults and mass suicide are quite the iconic duo...
Wasn’t that the problem with Kindness? That she
Kindness came late in the game, after a lot of low-energy, biddable FtMs had been alienated or sent to live in trailers. These were the ones who came partially for housing, partially for pot and partially for the hope of Doing Good, and could have been a resource if they'd been treated wisely.
Kindness committed to the bit too hard. It broke the Gentleman’s Agreement in the main house that faking DiD was for Xitter, not the laundry pile atop the elliptical.
Eh, I was just glad that these depressed women were gonna get some fresh air and vitamin D.
Vastly preferable to male troons, IMO. I have yet to encounter one with a diaper fetish, and that alone speaks volumes.
They only had like two, if I recall. And one was Kindness, who used her evil vagina magic to drive them from
People who think that taking hormones will make them feel better experience a sense of feeling better when they take hormones., whereas those that don't (don't know why cis men would take estrogen but whatever) experience weird hormonal mood swings.
There was a matched set in a trailer at one point, one black and one not, throwing their begging in with Josie. I believe one was named Neptune or Jupiter. There were some before that, but the FtMs were boring, not allowed in the house, probably not known by name to Kevin, and only vaguebooking occasionally.
See? Way less drama than the unboys!
Oh, to be a fly on the wall at one of the pooner camps. Can you image:
