Hello everyone!
It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve been on here, so I have no idea if anyone that I know is still around or not.. but I figured it was worth a shot.
My name is Jared Marl – aka Deraj, and I used to be the Director of Marketing for XXXKey.com & TrafficGigolos.com. I was only around in the industry public view for a few years, but in that time just about everywhere you turned… there I was! I attended all of the conventions possible, and of course made the most of each one of them by partying seemingly 36 hours per day, lol.
During that time, I had the opportunity to meet and get to know many AMAZING industry folks and had an absolute blast every moment of every day. I was shown true hospitality and camaraderie even if we had just met. I was invited to all the parties, and all the VIP afterhours events – which truly made me feel like a rock star for a while.
I had great success in the industry because I understood what it took to achieve greatness and prosperity in the porn marketing business... simply to be THERE, be FRIENDLY, and to be RECOGNIZED. You would never see me walking around the lobby of the hotel in a suit and tie unless my hair was fucked up and I had Goose & 7up spilled on my shirt – stumbling around looking for my room key or something. Nope, my style was to let all the uptight suits wake up and have their little breakfasts and make small talk with the other suits having THEIR little breakfasts. Usually when 3-4pm rolled around and my phone started blowing up… Id roll my way out of bed, onto the floor, take inventory or my pockets and figure out where I was… then hop in the shower and get ready to do it again. But when I got home, I always had a new full list of ICQ contacts to hit up for business, and not just nobodies, but the people that write the checks. Why? Because I was at the strip club all night doing blow with the CEOs of the companies. LOL
Well as they say, all good things must come to an end and my life was certainly no exception. Due to having a very addictive personality and all I could sniff access to amazing cocaine... I soon took my drug use to a whole new level. As a select few of you knew, I was freshly dealing with an extremely painful situation where my mom was kidnapped and murdered. Instead of grieving and getting counseling to help me deal with the insane amount of feelings I was experiencing... I chose to self-medicate with alcohol, coke, pills, or just about anything else I could get my hands on. I turned into a dumpster junkie. That soon transitioned in to a full blown heroin addict and then shit REALLY got real. I screwed up my life to an unbelievable extent until I hit rock bottom. Instead of bouncing back up, I chilled out and hung around there for a while.
Finally, tired of my lifestyle I get myself some treatment. Instead of traditional rehab where you just sit around with a bunch of other addicts talking about drugs and triggering your senses like crazy, I decided to take some classes to help me understand myself better and why I was doing the things I was doing. That allowed me to confront my addictions and my feelings head-on to finally slay that dragon. I continued to enrich my education with more classes, like an intensive 140 hour job readiness course, etc. Armed with a new toolbox full of new tools, I set out and got a decent job that paid well and had good benefits.
Then Covid happened. I got laid off and went on unemployment. That was a humbling experience because I had never had to claim it before. After a while, I got used to the idea and was ok with it. I intentionally kept a small nest egg of a couple thousand in there so I had some cushion and peace of mind.
One day I needed to pay a couple of bills, so I went to the ATM to withdraw some cash. The machine basically told me to kick rocks, so I checked the balance. I was mortified. Available balance: $7.36!!! WTF!!?? How could this happen to me? I am always so careful with my card information, I never let anyone use it, and I certainly have never given anyone my PIN number. So I headed home with my guts in a knot the whole way. I finally managed to calm myself by thinking: Don’t worry Jared, that’s what Bank of America has insurance for! Fuck was I wrong!
It literally took me over a month, calling EVERY DAY, and sitting on hold for HOURS each day... only to reach nobody. It was a nightmare. I called every number of BoAs I could find and went to a couple of local branches, but nobody wanted to help. They said because it’s a prepaid card through EDD, there was nothing they could do. Unbelievable!
Finally after some few off days more of calling, I got through to someone. After the screening questions, my claim was filed and was told that within 10 business days that I would have my money back in my account. So then 13 business days goes by and I call them back. They said that something had happened and my claim had been reset and closed or some bullshit and they had to resubmit it in the back of the line of 10,000 something claims. Now I need to wait another 10 days.
Meanwhile, I’ve been robbed by the Mexican police. I’ve been evicted from my apartment for not being able to pay my rent and in turn, lost all of my things inside. I am sleeping on the sidewalk with nothing to eat.
I’m here today, hoping to contact one of the friends I met on here and ask for a little help. Not much, just whatever. $10, $20, $30, etc. This is extremely humiliating, but I’m at wits end and can think of nowhere else to turn. I have no family, and pretty much lost all my friends when I sobered up. If anyone wants proof that this is really me and not a scam, you can contact me on Facebook: [email protected] or via text/phone: (408) 484-7281
If you can help out, I can’t explain how grateful I will be. If you can’t, just please be aware that these credit card skimmers are out there and this can happen to anyone. I am always super careful, but they still got me.
Be safe, and have a Merry Christmas!
PayPal: [email protected] – Jared Marl
Google Pay: [email protected]
It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve been on here, so I have no idea if anyone that I know is still around or not.. but I figured it was worth a shot.
My name is Jared Marl – aka Deraj, and I used to be the Director of Marketing for XXXKey.com & TrafficGigolos.com. I was only around in the industry public view for a few years, but in that time just about everywhere you turned… there I was! I attended all of the conventions possible, and of course made the most of each one of them by partying seemingly 36 hours per day, lol.
During that time, I had the opportunity to meet and get to know many AMAZING industry folks and had an absolute blast every moment of every day. I was shown true hospitality and camaraderie even if we had just met. I was invited to all the parties, and all the VIP afterhours events – which truly made me feel like a rock star for a while.
I had great success in the industry because I understood what it took to achieve greatness and prosperity in the porn marketing business... simply to be THERE, be FRIENDLY, and to be RECOGNIZED. You would never see me walking around the lobby of the hotel in a suit and tie unless my hair was fucked up and I had Goose & 7up spilled on my shirt – stumbling around looking for my room key or something. Nope, my style was to let all the uptight suits wake up and have their little breakfasts and make small talk with the other suits having THEIR little breakfasts. Usually when 3-4pm rolled around and my phone started blowing up… Id roll my way out of bed, onto the floor, take inventory or my pockets and figure out where I was… then hop in the shower and get ready to do it again. But when I got home, I always had a new full list of ICQ contacts to hit up for business, and not just nobodies, but the people that write the checks. Why? Because I was at the strip club all night doing blow with the CEOs of the companies. LOL
Well as they say, all good things must come to an end and my life was certainly no exception. Due to having a very addictive personality and all I could sniff access to amazing cocaine... I soon took my drug use to a whole new level. As a select few of you knew, I was freshly dealing with an extremely painful situation where my mom was kidnapped and murdered. Instead of grieving and getting counseling to help me deal with the insane amount of feelings I was experiencing... I chose to self-medicate with alcohol, coke, pills, or just about anything else I could get my hands on. I turned into a dumpster junkie. That soon transitioned in to a full blown heroin addict and then shit REALLY got real. I screwed up my life to an unbelievable extent until I hit rock bottom. Instead of bouncing back up, I chilled out and hung around there for a while.
Finally, tired of my lifestyle I get myself some treatment. Instead of traditional rehab where you just sit around with a bunch of other addicts talking about drugs and triggering your senses like crazy, I decided to take some classes to help me understand myself better and why I was doing the things I was doing. That allowed me to confront my addictions and my feelings head-on to finally slay that dragon. I continued to enrich my education with more classes, like an intensive 140 hour job readiness course, etc. Armed with a new toolbox full of new tools, I set out and got a decent job that paid well and had good benefits.
Then Covid happened. I got laid off and went on unemployment. That was a humbling experience because I had never had to claim it before. After a while, I got used to the idea and was ok with it. I intentionally kept a small nest egg of a couple thousand in there so I had some cushion and peace of mind.
One day I needed to pay a couple of bills, so I went to the ATM to withdraw some cash. The machine basically told me to kick rocks, so I checked the balance. I was mortified. Available balance: $7.36!!! WTF!!?? How could this happen to me? I am always so careful with my card information, I never let anyone use it, and I certainly have never given anyone my PIN number. So I headed home with my guts in a knot the whole way. I finally managed to calm myself by thinking: Don’t worry Jared, that’s what Bank of America has insurance for! Fuck was I wrong!
It literally took me over a month, calling EVERY DAY, and sitting on hold for HOURS each day... only to reach nobody. It was a nightmare. I called every number of BoAs I could find and went to a couple of local branches, but nobody wanted to help. They said because it’s a prepaid card through EDD, there was nothing they could do. Unbelievable!
Finally after some few off days more of calling, I got through to someone. After the screening questions, my claim was filed and was told that within 10 business days that I would have my money back in my account. So then 13 business days goes by and I call them back. They said that something had happened and my claim had been reset and closed or some bullshit and they had to resubmit it in the back of the line of 10,000 something claims. Now I need to wait another 10 days.
Meanwhile, I’ve been robbed by the Mexican police. I’ve been evicted from my apartment for not being able to pay my rent and in turn, lost all of my things inside. I am sleeping on the sidewalk with nothing to eat.
I’m here today, hoping to contact one of the friends I met on here and ask for a little help. Not much, just whatever. $10, $20, $30, etc. This is extremely humiliating, but I’m at wits end and can think of nowhere else to turn. I have no family, and pretty much lost all my friends when I sobered up. If anyone wants proof that this is really me and not a scam, you can contact me on Facebook: [email protected] or via text/phone: (408) 484-7281
If you can help out, I can’t explain how grateful I will be. If you can’t, just please be aware that these credit card skimmers are out there and this can happen to anyone. I am always super careful, but they still got me.
Be safe, and have a Merry Christmas!
PayPal: [email protected] – Jared Marl
Google Pay: [email protected]
hope you get out of your bind man.
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