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Who the fcuk does she think she is…. Not this influencer anyway. The dirty horrible stinking mess!! Smoking in the pool and throwing stubs in the in it, you’ve been sick in the pool and by the sounds of it she’s the one wanting a gang bang in the pool where kids are and uses that pool you’ve abused hotel staff and guests you walk about like your entitled to everything. And do what you want. You clearly come in here because your so affected by what’s said or other wise you wouldn’t of mentioned it but you did put words were “ go look at Reddit see what lies there telling about me” but it’s not tho Julie is it, you can sit from now to **** freezes over and say you’ve ch...

*My father died in the same bed as my childhood friend's mother. When they were found, their lower bodies were still locked together. From that moment on, Mitchell and I became mortal enemies. He drove a car straight into my father’s funeral. I smashed his mother’s urn on the dock and scattered her ashes into the sea. Our hatred consumed us, sharp and venomous. We spent ten years wounding each other until we finally wore ourselves out. He took his crew and left for Mexico. I stayed in New York and became the city's most sought-after bounty hunter. But when we met again years later, he was neither my enemy nor the boy I once knew. He walked into the morgue—into the room where ...

*My father died in the same bed as my childhood friend's mother. When they were found, their lower bodies were still locked together. From that moment on, Mitchell and I became mortal enemies. He drove a car straight into my father’s funeral. I smashed his mother’s urn on the dock and scattered her ashes into the sea. Our hatred consumed us, sharp and venomous. We spent ten years wounding each other until we finally wore ourselves out. He took his crew and left for Mexico. I stayed in New York and became the city's most sought-after bounty hunter. But when we met again years later, he was neither my enemy nor the boy I once knew. He walked into the morgue—into the room where ...

*My father died in the same bed as my childhood friend's mother. When they were found, their lower bodies were still locked together. From that moment on, Mitchell and I became mortal enemies. He drove a car straight into my father’s funeral. I smashed his mother’s urn on the dock and scattered her ashes into the sea. Our hatred consumed us, sharp and venomous. We spent ten years wounding each other until we finally wore ourselves out. He took his crew and left for Mexico. I stayed in New York and became the city's most sought-after bounty hunter. But when we met again years later, he was neither my enemy nor the boy I once knew. He walked into the morgue—into the room where ...

**The Kitchen Owns Your Body. Don’t Let The Beast Take Your Mind.** Turnover in full service now sits near 92%.^(1) This number drains profit. This number drains people. This number should force every operator to stop and think. The industry treats long hours and burnout as unavoidable. They’re not. They’re the result of ignored recovery. You close late. The last ticket drops. The heat lingers. The metal cools. Your hands still shake from the pace. You smell of onions and fryer oil. You walk into the Seattle night and feel the cold settle under your jacket. You sit in your car. You don’t start the engine. Your heart hits the inside of your ribs like it wants out. You stare at the ...

Some say it marched out of the sea under a ****** moon, here to expel our town of all hope - a monster to punish the naive prospectors of Maple Oaks who spent their gold on false witch hunts; an avenger of the young women burnt at the pyre, drowning the land for rebirth. Others say it was summoned within the forest, rendering a body of shimmering water an ancient gateway. Not a monster, but a deity from a far-off pantheon to be used as a tool for occult ambition. It brought unrivalled life and good fortune to the woods and its creatures, warping the trees into divine guardians. I think it was just a man. An affluent founder who built our mines, our port, and, over time, fabricated fables ar...

There's something exciting about being a part of a small town that's on the verge of becoming more. Living in an area with only the most rudimentary building blocks of a community is obviously tough enough. However, when I was a kid, the unending anticipation for change that never came was the most crushing part of it. There would be talk of a restaurant or supermarket chain opening nearby, and everyone would be abuzz with that topic and nothing else. Even the other children at school would pretend to be excited about a new auto parts store just because every adult was. I was the exception. I never believed any of it. Somewhere deep inside, I knew that each passing promise of so...

This is an opinion piece I've put together over the last couple weeks that's about some politics which are impacting our economy in "bigly" ways (and will continue to). I've gotten better at using markdown since my [last opinion piece](https://old.reddit.com/r/economicCollapse/comments/1pa6480/the_great_ai_disconnect/?ref=share&ref_source=link), which was about "AI". The works cited / references are now built into the post itself. Feel free to follow the links and see the sources for yourself without having to hunt down each one. I hope it helps. Let me know what you think, and feel free to share this with others. Just please credit me :) -=-=...

Read the full story in NovelMates Download My Stepdaddy Wants Me I never imagined I would be having sax with my stepfather right under my mother’s eyes. It all started on a road trip—because the seats were cramped, I had to sit on his lap. “How’s it feel, Gia? Are you comfortable sitting on my lap?” “Y-Yes…,” I whispered back. “I-It’s very comfortable…”I wiggled my bvtt backward, this time laying my pvssy directly on top of where his bon er was. It felt so good as I imagined what it’d feel like to actually have him fvck my pvssy. “Well, that’s not fair. Because I’m not comfortable at all like this, baby.” “W-What do you mean?” “Can’t ya feel it? Can�...

The email hit Ethan's inbox at 10:37 p.m. Subject line: "Stop calling, your wife is busy." Ethan frowned. He had already called his wife more than a dozen times, but received no response. And now, this strange email had suddenly appeared in his inbox. Ethan opened the video attached to the email, and immediately, a string of obscene sounds filled the air: A half-dressed woman appeared on screen, clearly enjoying herself with a man! "Who's behind this sick joke?!" Ethan snapped, anger rising. But just as he was about to close the video, he noticed a distinctive tattoo on the woman in the video. In that instant, his blood ran cold. That small, distinct moonf...

A goldfinch chirped as it landed on the fire watch tower’s railing. It sang against the morning light which warmed Ray’s face — rousing him from his empty sleep. A soft wind slipped through the open window and joined the bird’s song and he sat up — the iron frame and bedsprings creaking as he did so. He scratched flakes of dry spit from his beard and cheeks, flaking the blankets as he stood up and did a cursory inspection of the tower’s windows despite knowing the wood remained unmarred and the glass unbroken. He leaned against one of the open windows and stared out into the distance, listening intently. There was no shuffling feet nor anxious tiptoeing beneath his windows or bel...

Brothers and Sisters, Happy Holidays!!! [Timestamp](https://imgur.com/a/ks-christmas-sale-Jn05z2P) Been a minute, but i'm hoping to move the entire list here by tomorrow so i can go to the post once! Everything except clones will ship priority with tracking on my dime - payments are F&F PP, Zelle or Venmo. If everything sells, i'll include an OZ of silver to one of the buyers (randomly)! Prices reflect wanting to MOVE things, if you want to offer trades, clearly the prices won't remain the same, but i will entertain what you have. [CRK Large Lefty 31 Black Micarta Inlay - SV ($425)](https://imgur.com/g1yIupk) * Second Owner * Catch and release, wanted a lefty blad...

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Beth pushes open the rusted metal doors of the warehouse and steps inside. Dark bruises cover her face and arms. She nervously hugs a dead flashlight to her chest. She walks down the corridor, stepping over shadowy shapes as she presses forward. The door on the opposite end of the corridor flings open, allowing the dim fluorescent bulbs of the next room to provide light to the decrepit corridor. Beth notices the shapes she has been stepping over are bodies, brutalized and sliced into pieces. Another shape can be seen pushing itself through the doorway. At first it’s vaguely the shape of a man, but as it moves forward its silhouette betrays the guise of humanity. It’s soft and wet and un...

The transcript of James Eden's journal, found at his cabin after the Reindeer lake massacre. 6 confirmed dead, 8 missing. James is amongst those yet to be accounted for. (part 1) **Journal #4** *#3 only had a few pages left so I got 4 early for the trip up.*  *And to anyone reading this, why? What's so entertaining about me? Go snoop in some other man's diary.* **Thursday Oct. 15** *Evening* The trip up here was exhausting, not the drive, but as usual it was going through town. After three years of hanging around the place people really start expecting you to remember them on sight. Would if I could John. Would if I could. Random joe **** walks up to ya and s...

Cue the title, I tend to have a hard time figuring out how to comfort someone I love whenever there's not an obvious solution or I can't just give advice or relate to the situation the other person is in. I tend to write a lot when trying to convey my feelings or a situation, so I am splitting the text into sections to make it more digestible, sorry if it is more convoluted that in needs to be. # 1. THINGS I FEEL I'M BAD AT B. Comforting someone about a situation that just won't change without coming off as disinterested due to not knowing what to say that might be a solution, and generally just reacting with worry and freezing, repeating things like "Oh god" ...

**Japan’s defense ministry says a Chinese J-15 fighter jet repeatedly locked its fire-control radar onto Japanese F-15s near Okinawa**, an action Tokyo called a “dangerous act” that could have triggered a broader confrontation. Fire-control radar is typically used just before launching weapons, and officials say Japanese pilots had to take evasive measures during two separate incidents. China disputes the claim, accusing Japanese aircraft of disrupting routine training. According to Tokyo, the encounters occurred in international airspace near the Miyako Strait, a strategic passage between the East China Sea and the western Pacific. Japanese officials say they filed a formal protest t...

I have heard many people in the Black community attempt to define and police our Blackness. We tend to try and dictate what is 'Black Enough' for the next Black person and what's not. I've seen this in real life as well as TV storylines. Well I'm going to call BS on all this nonsense. My Blackness is unique and self-defining simply because I am me. It is my decision in terms of who I want to be and the manner in which I present myself as a man, a person and an individual. The same goes for any other Black person who dares to be different and think for him or herself. I am never concerned about the next Black person's profession, level of education, economic cl...

Drawers and/or wardrobes* Very ****** question, but that's what this sub is for lmao. Idk I grew up poor. j genuinely didn't have a wrdrobe, only my parents did. My clothes were either hanged in the closet or were stuffed in a box. I never bothered folding them because they'd get messed up when looking for specific pants I wanted to wear. How do people look through their selection without accidentally unfolding a couple others and having to spend the time to refold them? Or intentionally unfolding them to see if it's the clothing you wanted? ...maybe my clothes are just to similar?

I like trolling with this fastfetch config. I'd like to go fully windows-like, but now I **** bars, I guess.