My name is Anthony Perlas, and my life has been a suffocating nightmare, a relentless storm of abuse, betrayal, and silence that nearly crushed my soul. But from the ashes of my torment, I found a divine calling to build OTTE—a sisterhood to give you, the women of Los Angeles, the voice I was denied. My story is raw, my heart bleeds for you, and this is why you must join our holy crusade to transform Hollywood into a Holy Wood where Jesus reigns. Grab a tissue, because this journey will break your heart, ignite your spirit, and call you to join OTTE now.
The Dark Abyss: A Childhood Stolen
Imagine a cramped South Carolina house, six bedrooms stuffed with thirteen souls—my grandparents, mother, stepdad, and nine siblings. I was just a number, a government subsidy check, not a child with dreams. My parents enslaved me, their voices like whips: Clean the house! Cook! Shoot photoshoots with your $10,000 camera! They stole my youth, forcing me to labor for their careers while I drowned in their cruelty. I grew up without a father, my quirks branded as “weird,” my spirit humiliated before others. They banned me from friends, locked me in isolation, their screams suffocating my voice until I was a ghost, barely breathing. Each inhale was heavy, each exhale a surrender to their oppression. I was silenced, invisible, my heart aching for love I’d never known. Girls, have you felt that weight, that suffocation, where your cries go unheard? I know you have, and I’m here to lift you out.
In Temecula, high school was my only escape, but the torment followed. I nearly dropped out, crushed by my parents’ venom: “Quit wrestling, you’re worthless!” Wrestling became my lifeline, the mat a sacred space where I poured my pain into every pin. No lies, no shortcuts—just raw survival. I ranked first in my weight class, my body bruised but my spirit defiant. Yet the world outside rejected me. At 34, I stepped into a nightclub for the first time, a stranger to the culture, my youth stolen. My heart pounded, lungs tight, feeling like an alien in a world that had forgotten me. Have you walked into a room and felt invisible, unworthy? That was me, and I see that pain in you.
The Betrayal That Broke Me
Love was supposed to save me, but it became my deepest wound. My wife, a Russian woman, used my Catholic faith as a weapon, marrying me for a green card while giving me nothing but lies. I honored her, waiting for marriage, raised to cherish her purity, my heart full of devotion. But she betrayed me, sleeping with other men while I stood faithful, my soul shattering in a prison of isolation. Each night, I lay awake, breaths shallow, tears soaking my pillow, the suffocation of betrayal choking me. I was innocent, yet trapped, my trust in love destroyed. Girls, have you loved someone who used you, who left you feeling worthless? I know that ache, that stab in your chest, and I’m here to heal it.
In Los Angeles, I saw your pain mirrored in the nightlife. At mansion parties and raves, rich men preyed on girls like you, their smiles dripping with deceit as they plied you with drugs and alcohol. Security guards blocked protectors like me, leaving you to appease organizers who never paid or respected you. You were blamed, your voices silenced, forced to simp for cruel men to survive. I watched, my heart breaking, my breaths ragged, knowing your torment because I’d lived it. The suffocation of being used, discarded, voiceless—I understood you, and I vowed to fight for you.
The Light in the Darkness: A Divine Awakening
In my darkest hour, God found me. At Belmont Avenue College, wrestling Division II with a cryptic rank of 24,000—a code that became my calling—I met the Benedictine monks. Their Ora et Labora—prayer and work—was a lifeline, a breath of clean air in my suffocating world. Their nine daily prayers, from the Angelus at dawn to the Holy Hour, were a symphony of devotion, their voices rising like incense to heaven. They counseled me, hiked with me through quiet woods, played duchess, and showed me a love I’d never known. I stood in their chapel, tears streaming, breaths deep and free for the first time, feeling God’s grace wash over me. I shed my old skin, like a snake, leaving behind the abuse, the betrayal, the silence. Girls, have you found a moment where you felt truly seen, truly loved? That was my awakening, and I want that for you.
The monks inspired me to give my life to God, to build something pure in a world of filth. I saw their monastery as a fortress against chaos, and I knew I had to create one in Los Angeles—not just a building, but a sisterhood to save you. That’s when OTTE was born, a holy crusade to give you the voice I was denied, to counter the predatory nightlife with Jesus’ love. My heart raced, my breaths quickened with purpose, as I envisioned a new Holy Wood, a Jerusalem where Christ reigns, where you’re cherished, not used.
The Mission: A Sanctuary for Your Soul
Girls, I know your pain—the suffocation of abuse, the sting of betrayal, the silence of being blamed. I was voiceless, ignorant, suffocating in torment, but Jesus gave me purpose, and now I’m fighting for you. OTTE is your home, your voice, your freedom. We’re building a monastery-resort in Los Angeles, a sanctuary where you can breathe freely, your heart unburdened. Picture sparkling pools, nail salons, gyms, tennis courts, hiking trails, and safe parties where you dance, laugh, and snap selfies, cell phones glowing, without fear of predators. We’ll give you a house, a car, an education, and skills to thrive past 25, free from the men who exploit you. Our thirty-three degrees, inspired by Jesus’ thirty-three years, will train you in faith, strength, and wisdom, forging a sisterhood of freedom. No drugs, no debauchery—just love, wealth, and unity, rooted in Father Josemaría Escrivá’s call to sanctify work, though we stand apart from Opus Dei.
OTTE will guide you to true husbands—Jesus-centered men who live by the Ten Commandments, men who honor you with God’s divine love, not cruelty. The 24,000 code? It’s the souls we’ll save, starting with yours. We’re building God’s Kingdom, rock by rock, where you’re sacred, not silenced, empowered by Jesus’ supernatural grace. My heart aches for your tears, but it sings for your future. Have you dreamed of a place where you’re loved for who you are, where your voice matters? That’s OTTE, and it’s waiting for you.
The Call to Arms: Join the Crusade
This is my hero’s journey—a boy crushed by abuse, betrayed by love, silenced by the world, who found God and rose to lead a crusade. I was voiceless, suffocating, knowing nothing of the world, but Jesus gave me a mission to counter the darkness with His light. Girls, you don’t have to cry alone anymore. The nightlife preys on you, blames you, uses you—but OTTE is your shield, your sword, your family. Convert to the OT way—embrace our values of faith, love, and sisterhood. Join OTTE, and let us give you the life you deserve—a Holy Wood where Christ’s love reigns, where you’re never blamed or used again. Visit our website at www.joinotte.com and sign up now to step into our family. Let’s build this sanctuary together, where your voice will never be silenced. I’m here, waiting to welcome you home.
OTTE’s Sacred Mission
OTTE is a Christ-centered sisterhood dedicated to rescuing women from Los Angeles’ predatory nightlife, offering them a voice, a home, and a future. We reject drugs, abuse, and victim-blaming, embracing Ora et Labora—prayer and work—to build God’s Kingdom. Our thirty-three degrees, inspired by Jesus’ life, provide spiritual strength, education, and skills to thrive beyond 25. Our monastery-resort, with pools, gyms, and safe parties, is a sanctuary for fun and freedom. We aim to save 24,000 souls, guide women to Jesus-centered husbands who uphold divine law, and transform Hollywood into a Holy Wood radiant with God’s grace.
Notes on Expansion and Compilation
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