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Berth Milton's Property Seized

Zypher writes on RAME: Tax authorities in Sweden today, Wednesday, seized Berth Milton's Swedish manor estate. He reportedly ows Sweden 75,000,000 SEK in unpaid taxes (about $9,000,000). The property was seized to prevent the transfer of valuables abroad. Berth Milton is currently living in Barcelona, where Private is also based. Barcelona is of old a tax refuge for Private and Berth's father, the founder of Private, Milton.

The Sum Of All Our Fears

Chaim Amalek writes: Luke, you clearly are a man with financial worries on your mind. A shame for a man on vacation. Oh well, time for AMALEK to again come to the rescue of a fellow jew, even if he is a bnai israel. How to make money:

1. Day trade using information gleaned from your fans on Wall Street and Tel Aviv (of which there must be many). SOLICIT YOUR FAN BASE FOR HOT TIPS (Note to SEC snoops: I propose nothing illegal here!)

2. Auction yourself off as a date on Ebay. Place two ads - one for the ladies, and one for homosexuals. Repeat as necessary. '

3. Take bribes from porners to write what they want or not to write what they do not want written.

4. Flip hamburgers at the local Burger King or stuff taco shells at the Taco Bell. Become a media sensation as the only Aussie Jew no, hell, the only anglo, working that job out of the 12 million people in Southern California. This will get you some free publicity, at least. Then join La Raza.

5. Make some porn of your own! You have the friends in the biz who would do it for free, and could distribute it via your web site. The marginal social cost to you would be nill at this point. And I will tell you just what to do! Imagine the S&M possibilities of the leather straps of teffilim, the places a lulav could be inserted, or even an esrog. You could teach Barry Buttman and Shulamit Slutsky (real names held by real jews!) to lust after each other. This could be a kosher mitzvah. Remember that you are poor, and that this is no time to be shy, and that you are getting older and (relatively speaking) poorer. The cuteness factor is fading (you are already too old to work as a gay hustler).

6. Sell yourself out to Larry Flynt. Become his boy.

7. Wire Casa Ford for the internet! One hundred dollar video camera would do it. Let your fans see you all day long as you loll about the fancy home your porno years have bought you.

8. Go Christian and warn the world about all the nefarious jewish plots you learned of while a jew. Blow the lid off jewish control over Hollywood. After all, what did Hollywood Jewery ever do for you?

9. Start writing letters to the LA Times.

10. Lobby the Tribune company to hire you as the Roger Ebert of porno video (the comparison is more apt than most people realize). Tell them there is a real need for your work in a major paper. If that fails, try all of their competitors.

11. Write Ebert, tell him to do a special on mainstream movies with an NC-17 or X rating (e.g., Midnight Cowboy) and to have you on as a commentator.

The bottom line Luke, is that your current endeavor is tapped out! You no longer are a kid, but an adult in a world that punishes failure. You MUST try new and creative things if you are to get the things you want out of life. PS Have you noticed that your web site is being kept afloat by three or four UNPAID contributors of late? And to think that the stock options you promised me are apparently now worthless.

Advice For Vasiloff

Moffitt Timlake writes GeneRoss.com: "Dear Gene, greetings to you, been a while since I've ventured back into the mire of adult video/web public forum idiocy. One special favor to ask- please, I beg of you to counsel Craig Vasiloff on the finer aspects of NOT trying to start a new porn "industry" mag. If I get one more inane call from the ad rep from XXXGen to place an ad in the upcoming "Porn to Rock" issue with Ice-T I'm going to embark upon a muderous spree. Porn and rock music- tired and banal. Going up against AVN and Hustler Erotic Video Guide- moronic and moronic. Who put Craig up to this? Buck Adams' dentist? All FANtastic had going for it was association to Luke F-rd and his website. He wants me to spend hard-earned ad dollars on yet another porn-industry related magazine because it has a picture of Ice-T and Farrah on it? Let me guess... circulation is approx. 40,000, of which 35,000 goes to my colleagues, not my customers. Gene, I've seen you correct the wayward amblings of misguided souls in the past- please, act now and help put Craig out of our misery."

Studboy writes on Yahoo.com: Now you can allegedly buy porno on the Nasdaq!!! A website called l-keford.com says the company QSND just bought, StreamMagic.com, is owned by a company called Alchemy Communications. The Luke F-rd site says if you go to the Network Solutions web site, and do a domain name look up for Alchemy Communications, they own a number of domains including- ADULTSEXXXMALL.COM. Cool!

Meni writes: Luke, [Vivid Girl] Raylene is a doll, she is beautiful, saw her featuring at Matthews in Massachuesetts tonight. The guys loved her, the house girls loved her. Good shows, that kept the crowd in it. Raylene rocks the house.

Rules Of Engagement

In honor of the release of director William Friedkin's new film, "Rules of Engagement," Brandy Alexandre submitted this excerpt from her manuscript "Shot on Video" for the fifteenth anniversary of her encounter with director.

WILLIAM FRIEDKIN

My interest in the famous came about before I got into porn. It began on the job as a receptionist at Todd-AO Studios. The ones I wanted to have sex with didn't take much notice of me, such as Christopher Reeve, Arnold Schwarenegger, and Dan Ackroyd (yes, really. He's a very nice guy). Neither did directors John Landis, Taylor Hackford, or Steven Spielberg. I wasn't going to approach anyone, they had to come to me. In 1985, I had been at my job for 6 months or so before the first person showed any interest. That person was William Friedkin, director of "The Exorcist," and "The French Connection" for which he won an Academy Award.

Many people at the studio had mixed emotions about Billy. In a good mood, he was reasonable, kind, and friendly. In a bad mood, he was prone to boisterous tantrums that could probably be heard all the way down the block. It wasn't a frequent occurrence, and they did everything possible to keep it that way, which, I suppose, included turning a blind eye to his sexual harassment of young receptionists. As long as he paid his bills and kept bringing his projects to the studio, they didn't care about his behavior.

When I started my job, I was warned that Billy maintained an office there and would be editing "To Live and Die in L.A." at our facility. My boss and two other girls told me I might become a target for crude comments and unwanted advances--he might say "things" to me, whatever that meant, but I could feel free to ignore him. They said he would start coming in regularly as soon as he finished shooting the film. I could consider myself fairly warned. Although I was still timid at that time in my life, I wasn't concerned. I knew there wasn't much anyone could say that I would find shocking considering my experiences up to that point.

One tantrum-free day, Billy was heading up the stairs when he called for me. I promptly rushed to the foot of the stairs with my most solicitous "yessir." He was halfway up, looking dumpy in some baggy cotton drawstring pants and too-tight T-shirt when he asked, "Would you mate with me?"

"Mate with you?"

Okay, he got me. I was shocked. What man in his right mind would solicit sex in such a manner that would (should) get him immediately rejected? Unless that's what he wanted. Maybe he was kidding. "Mate" with him? In the history of come-ons, that line could never have worked for any man. He obviously just wanted to shock the new girl. I wasn't about to let him off that easily, so instead of allowing myself to blush and sputter, I returned his bluff with one of my own, "Sure, Billy, when?" He hesitated a moment and said, "I'll get back to you." Score one for the blonde chick.

I thought that was the end of it, unfortunately, a few weeks later, Billy called my bluff. He called me on the phone from upstairs and asked if I would make room reservations for him on April 5, Good Friday, at the L'Ermitage Hotel and gave me his credit card number. When I called him back with his confirmation, number he asked, "What time would be best for you to meet me there?" I started wondering just how far he intended to take this.

"Any time. As long as I don't have to get up early."

I know a girl can just say no, but I figured "what the hell" and wondered how bad it could really be. The guy was older, and not in the best shape, from what I could tell. I could get him off quickly, be the ultimate "bluff caller," and go home. Besides, he was an Academy Award winner. Ooo! Aaah! Impressive!

Not wanting to look too promising to the guy, I wore jeans and sneakers to the hotel. I was nervous for a number of reasons including the realization that I was willing to put my job in jeopardy just for something to write home about (figuratively speaking, mother wouldn't approve). I also wasn't confident with my looks and I was a little afraid of him, but he went immediately to work with the flattery giving me the standard "you're so pretty" lines. He wanted to kiss, hug and fondle before getting down to the sex. It wasn't exactly foreplay, but at least he made the effort. Personally, I just wanted to just do it and go home.

When we finally got naked I discovered that he probably never hears complaints from women about being too big, if you know what I mean. Although, I find men his size a relief when I'm not really into it. Even better was that he got off quickly. I was thinking "cool, this was a cinch," but he wasn't tired--we did it four times! The only reason he finally zipped it up was because he had someplace to go. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might have been a sex slave for the entire day. As he was leaving he kept telling me how wonderful I was and I actually thought he was sincere. He said he had a real good time and then ruined it all by saying, "I feel like I should give you something for this," and took out his wallet.

What an insult! How completely rude can someone be? I didn't do this for money! But I also wasn't stupid--I peeked in his wallet and said, "I'll take that" indicating all his cash.

"At least let me keep something for lunch."

I took all the cash he had, which turned out to be $170, and gave him back a twenty dollar bill for his lunch. He said I could keep the room for the day and do whatever I like, but I just went home.

We got together again a few weeks later. This time he came over to the apartment I shared with Bill Margold. Billy seemed to be fearful that he'd be recognized, but I told him Bill was away and besides, most people don't have a clue as to what film directors look like anyway, and he would have no idea who he was. Of course I didn't tell him that Margold already knew who he was, knew all about the encounter at L'Ermitage, and knew Billy was coming over. That's why he was gone.

In my dingy little room, he had a few requests this time. First of all he wanted anal sex. It wasn't as scary as it might have been if I didn't already know he had a small dick. Next, when he came to orgasm he wanted me to spit in his face. I had a difficult time with that one. I understand people have a variety of sexual quirks and they're welcome to them, but some things I just can't get into. I'm a smiling, giggly, friendly sex partner; I simply can't pull off those pouty, bitchy, dominant fantasies. Besides, I was having enough trouble just f---ing him to start getting kinky.

When he left he said, "We should get you a place," meaning to me that he wanted to arrange for my own house or apartment. It certainly made my ears perk. Hmm, maybe I should be nicer to him. What's a little spit in the face between the keeper and the kept? I even shopped around a little for a nice condo. Certainly if it was a property purchase in my name it could be a good deal. I knew he could be very generous since he gave platinum Rolex watches to all the sound mixers when he finished his movie. However, the more I thought about it the more I disliked the idea of being obligated to him, or anyone, for sex. How many times per week or month would I have to f--- him to earn the condo free and clear--if ever? How many friends did he have with whom he would want to share "his girl?" Perhaps it was for the best he never mentioned it again. We never got together again either, but we were still cordial whenever he was at the studio.

This all happened during the time he was divorcing actress Lesley-Anne Down and dating local news anchorwoman/author, Kelly Lange. Nowadays he's married to Paramount Pictures chief, Sherry Lansing and I can't help but wonder which of the three of them are into anal sex and have spit in his face at one time or another. Or maybe it's their refusal to do it that causes him to look elsewhere.

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Rough Sex

Emmett writes: Dog has a point. I have seen a lot of Rocco Siffreddi's films and the man is rough. I have never seen him that rough but I would not put is past him. I have his movie "Animal Trainer". In there he brutally reams a woman named "Kelly" in the ass. She screams, moans, pushes Rocco away and gives him and evil look. Rocco just f---s harder. But if you watch the film she does seem to enjoy being painfully f---ed. Weird.

I believe "Dog" is referring to that Kelly. Rocco also did the same thing to a blonde woman in the last scene of "Rocco's True Anal Stories 5". That woman was grunting and screaming a bit, in obvious pain. She tried to push him away but he just f---ed harder and harder.

In "Rocco's Ravishes Prague", Rocco pounded each woman anally. None of them enjoyed it. Especially the woman named, Nell Osloo (the red head). Rocco did her the worst and the longest. He Spat in her face about 7 times, holding her arms and body in place so she couldn't push him off, slapping her breasts and face, grinding his spit on her face with his hand; and he did all of this while pumping her ass to near oblivion. She was screaming through out the scene. The others just grimly took it and screamed here and there. (I am referring to Kat and Rebecca Ramada).

And its not just foreign films like Diabolic and Evil Angel that are rough. Many American films have that as well. In "Color Blind 2" some guy drills Monique in the ass. She moaned, groaned, and pushed him away but he pushed her arm to the side and held it in place so she couldn't push him back anymore. Then the guy proceeded to ream her ass out. Anastasia Blue when through anal and vaginal hell in "Gangland 9". I am still in awe that she did not just stop the scene and walk the f--- out of the studio. Every time she tried to push the guy away and make him go slow, the guy shoved her hand off his dick while he pounded the hell out of her. She looked as though she was being stabbed by pencils.

I thought Kasorn Swan was going to die in Nasty Nymphos 23. That guy pounded her guts out and she was quivering and making sharp, loud screams through out the scene. She said she came more then once. It is hard to tell when she had since she was screaming and in pain ALL the time. Aspen Brock has been through her torture scenes in Anabolic films. Gangbang Auditions 3 (she cried in that one), Nasty Nymphos25, and Up Your Ass 11.

Extreme Associates is not that rough. Byron takes his time and f---. He does not slow down but the women can adjust to pounding but it takes a while. Extreme just degrades women. Like in "f--- Pigs", some blonde woman had her face shoved in a toilet bowel while getting f---ed. She also had a trash can placed on her head while getting analed. Regan Star and Deja Blue had there painful moments in the Cherry Poppers series.

Alisha Klass goes through a lot of tough times in the Seymore Butts Series. You name it she struggles a bit with certain actors. But have you noticed that all of the above I mentioned including Dogs, are famous and name brand? Rough Sex sells. Men want to see it. Take a look at Max Hardcore's films. His movies are boring but they sell because he is rough with his women (not to mention he can chose some damn fine looking women). But rough sex is what makes porn popular. Men don't want to see softcore s--- they can see on HBO and Cinemax after midnight. They want to see hard core f---ing. Rough sex is apart of porn as Ron Jeremy. They will never leave.

Can Real Sex Be Art?

Peter Hayes writes: One of the questions you may be asking yourself is real sex ever art? Well the answer is "yes", if you listen to London-based Natacha Merritt whose self made "Digital Diaries" has just been published by Taschen of London. She hopes to take explicit sex and make it fit for the coffee table.

The preamble explains the book as "the sexual journey of a twenty first century girl," and the pictures show an attractive 22 year old lady engaging in sex (with boyfriend TJ and unidentified girlfriends) that is far from simulated or even disguised. Many of pictures show Merritt at the point of orgasm. All the shots in the book were taken by herself using a cheap digital camera.

The project has not been ignored by the mainstream press in England and has been picked up by the New York press. Publishers Taschen describe her work with these words: "This cheap camera is absolutely integral to what she does. Forget about content. Natacha is the first new image maker of the century."

"I am a fan of voyeurism," NM told one recent interviewer, "instant gratification is so much fun.... I think it is awesome. It turns me on."

But what about her mother? "She likes the book," says the slim dark haired lady who is originally from San Francisco. "She doesn’t like the gyno shots too much. But she has come a long way, the book is dedicated to her."

Natacha has her own website that is available on www.digital-diaries.com

Luke Gets Mail

Aiwaz writes: The well-known American pornographer John "Buttman" Stagliano, bears all the hallmarks of a vampire. In occult theory, a vampire is one who draws off the subtle enamations necessary for the perpetuation of life from another living being, in order to feed his own vital energies.This process is largely unconscious.According to theory, the sexual vibrations of women approaching orgasm hold this vital essence in its most amenable form.Women from primitive rces, especially,are favored partners in these sexo-magickal practices. The trained occultist while viewing Stagliano's videos is instantly struck by his apparent vampiricism and the man's gloating enjoyment as he drains of the vital current. Just a useful bit of information explaining Stagliano's otherwise inexplicable behaivor.

Brandy Alexandre writes: It might be interesting to think he's responding to the emanation of impending orgasm if it weren't for the fact that porn orgasms are largely faked. Even if one or two, or even more, are real, you will note he responds exactly the same way with all women. This vampiresque image you claim to be picking up on is not inexplicable -- it's contrived. John was a stripper many years ago. His stripper personna? The Evil Angel--a vampire. He still revels in that period of his life, will talk freely about it from frequently to ad nauseum. He still choreographs his movements and approach to sex with his oh so seductive (hammy and overacted) vampire gaze and bite intertwined with dance. Of course if you were talking about his stalking down women and sucking the life out of them through porn, you might be more on the mark. But then that analogy applies to most of todays pornographers.

Brandy Alexandre writes: Looks like Lefty had virtually the same idea about Lynne providing filler for your site as I did. I hate to differ and point fingers, but while she may not have said the words that she wants to distance herself, she said everything just short of it: Saying directly that finishing the movie gave her a sense of closure, then she moved to Oregon, enrolling in school... A lot of comments that indicate she's out of the biz, but apparently can't let go. Now, I'm sensitive to this kind of accusation so I don't make it lightly. Dimbulbs have "quoted" me as saying I hated the biz and wanted to put it behind me, which isn't true. My whole argument is I should be able to stop actively participating but maintain the relationships. I've had conflicts with some people, but I don't hate the business as a whole and have never said anything close. Still, I have to side with Lefty on this one. Beating one's drum about a last hoorah and doing a cut and run to points 1000 miles and beyond -- and scooping poop -- with various and sundry other comments sure sounds like a flight from porn with no looking back to anything except for that obsessed fan cling-on thing she has about you.

Chaim Amalek writes: Luke, Lynne asks why so many jewish men marry christian girls. It is simply a matter of numbers. There are about 50 marriageable christian women for every available jewess in America. Absent a strong set of religious beliefs to preclude exogamous marriage - and most American Jews are quite secular - you marry who you fall for, and given the numbers, there is an overwhelming chance that who you fall for will not be jewish.

Lynne: Then, in a capitalistic supply and demand society, the values of scarce Jewish women should increase, like discontinued Beanie Babies. Considering that there is an overwhelming chance that marriage will end in divorce, and that a similarity in cultural values is essential for a good relationship, Jewish men who marry Christian women in rebellion against family values shouldn't be surprised to find themselves paying child support.

Chaim: Of course, religious belief is not the only thing to keep one in the genomic ghetto. There is racial consciousness, ala the National Alliance, but for jews. Unfortunately, Jewish Liberal orthodoxy has stripped Jason and Jessica Jewess of their racial consciousness, of the fact that they are different from the goyim. In such an environment, why would you ever expect Jewish men and women to look past the 98% of America that is not jewish, just to find a jewish mate?

Lynne: Everyone complete their Census forms? Notice that "Jew" is not an ethnic option? There's five kinds of Latino/Hispanic to choose from, and all sorts of Asian subdivisions, but no Jew. So I wrote it in. Jealous, Luke? We pretend we're assimilated because we're secular, or because, unlike African-American/Black/Negroes, we can get nose jobs and pretend we're Irish (until the craving for lox & cream cheese gives us away...).

Chaim: Also, as Calvin Klein and Ralph Lifs---s and Steven Speilberg have taught us, each in his own way, Christian girls are way better looking than typical jewesses.

Lynne: My point exactly, Chaim, thanks. Men choose women based on appearance (65%) and discount the way the women feel about them (35% say it doesn't matter) (from a Glamour magazine survey a few years back that made me livid for days). As any sex worker can tell you, men confuse "sexy looks" with "enjoying sex" and are surprised when "sexy" women aren't sexy!

Chaim: PS Why return to your hovel in LA? All that awaits you back home are legal problems, stoney-hearted LA jewesses who do not appreciate your web site (sorry, but Lynne was dead on regarding your prospects), and a career that increasingly looks moribund. Why not make a life for yourself amongst your family in Australia?

Lynne: Luke, I second that. I'm planning to specialize in veterinary care for sheep and dogs, after which I plan to immigrate to that part of the world. I have a yen for New Zealand. We can start a wool-producing kibbutz and host Jewish summer camp for our people down under.

Chaim: I note that the irritating, yet lucrative, banners are gone from your site. No Fan-tastic stuff either (No loss - I could never figure out who they were, anyway) Are you now financially adrift, without the support of anyone? Who is funding your legal battles? How will you pay for your lifestyle? Are you really going to return to LA? Why - what do you have going on in LA? If you ARE broke, remember - freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose. And you seem pretty free right about now.

Lynne: Chaim doesn't know Luke could pay for his "lifestyle" by collecting cans and bottles for recycling. Luke, your Jewish conundrum is not your affinity for pornography; it's your distinctly un-Jewish lack of desire for material well-being. You apparently retain the cultural values of your upbringing and value the spiritual over stuff. Otherwise, you'd be in dental school.

Fred: I read Amelek's comments about Jewish men marrying out of the faith. When I got to the phrase "50 marriageable Christian women", I originally misread that as 50 manageable Christian women. Do you suppose there was something Freudian about that?

Kaspar writes: Halo there, Luke! While I really like your web site, some of the racist crap that spills out on it really is starting to make me ill, especiall when it comes from people who tell you that they are your friends. For example, your friend Lyn sez that she is moving to orgone "because of the clean air. . . and the locals speak English." In other words, because she thinks that there are no Mexican people in Oregon, unlike her old hometown - Los Angeles - where lots of Mexican people live, and that the air is cleaner because of that. Well guess what, babey, we know all about the "clean air" up there, and more and more of us are moving to be near you anglos no matter where you move to. s---, if you move to Canada, you will see some of us there. we are fertile, we are mobile, we are hungry for the good life, and we are smart enough and hard working enough to get it. Better learn to like the sound of our language.

Lynne writes: When did I say I was abandoning pornography? Why can't I just be bored? Jeez, I worked on one f---ing movie for nine months and finishing it provides a sense of closure and there's something wrong with that?!

There's more players in the adult business all the time, less money going around, and after twenty-five years I'm bored and broke. I've done everything in porno that I can imagine wanting to do, and want to do something else for awhile. If I were making good money in porn doing something new and different that would be one thing, but I'm not. Magazines are dead, and video was never my thing -- it was my husband's and I got into it at his behest. I liked working with him: when he became too ill to work, I completed his projects.

Most of the people I started out with are retired or as dead as the magazine business, the movies are mostly crap and gonzo and totally formulaic. I can't think of a another adult product I'd want to make at this point, and the stuff that sells the best I can't stand.

If someone offers me a porn project that is interesting, lucrative and that makes use of my abilities, fine. Making multiple photocopies of model releases isn't a challenge and it isn't fun and I don't want to spend the next twenty years doing girlie clerical work, whether in porno, insurance or auto parts. Not that there's anything wrong with clerical work -- I just don't care for it. Writing, editing, filmmaking and yes, scooping sweet doggie poop are far more satisfying.

Luke has a refreshing approach to the subject and encourages debate on my favorite subject in an open forum. I appreciate the opportunity to participate in a creative fashion. I'm not just a fan -- I'm a friend. I don't worship Luke F-rd from afar -- I share and get involved in the site. Over the years I was privy to a lot of information which Luke finds tantalizing, and occasionally I let loose with some. Our friendship is a source of great pleasure to me, and I dare say Luke gets something out of it as well, or he wouldn't continue it.

I moved to Portland to be with my family after my husband died, and am enjoying the opportunity to be with my brother -- he's my only sib and we've not had any time together since we were teenagers. My mother is pushing 70 and wants me around. Right now that's more important than being in the porn business. I've given plenty of time to the porn business. Now I need time with my family, such as it is. They need time with me.

Would my opinions on pornography somehow be more valid if I returned to the San Fernando Valley and worked in VCA's warehouse? Of course not! Working for most porn companies would preclude my freedom to participate in anything with which Luke F-rd was involved. I've only hidden behind a pseudonym recently, because my involvement with Luke F-rd offends pornographers as much as pornography offends Luke's family. I don't "diss" porn. I don't make excuses or deny my work in porn, even in the classroom.

I've learned a lot about pornography and sexuality over the past twenty-five years and now I'm learning new things. I made porn as long as I found it interesting and fun. Now I don't. Maybe I will again. My friends remain my friends. But right now I need an intellectual challenge that porn hasn't given me since the Adult Video Association folded. So what's the problem?

Methinks Brandy Alexandre, whoever she really is, wants Lukey to herself!

Kaspar, con tu permiso, quiero practicar mi Espanol. Porque creas tu que yo tengo un problema solamente con los Latinos (Mexicanos, Salvadorenos, Chilenos, y mas) in Los Angeles? Tambien tenemos Armenians, Vietnamese, Russians, Israelis, Filipinos, Chinese y muchas personas de los otros paises in Los Angeles que no hablan Ingles o Espanol. Claro, no me gusta la cultura Latina, especialmente la vida de las mujeres, pero no soy una Latina. Es muy dificil para vivir en una lugar donde nadie pueden communicar con otras personas. Espanol es una idioma hermosa, pero yo prefiero comprando, trabajando y estudiando en Ingles. Cuando voy a Mexico, yo prefiero hablando Espanol. En Los Angeles, nadie no entienden nada pero dinero, en todas idiomas.