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2023.06.09 23:04 Graysonation Hi, My Name Is Graysonation

And I miss a friend of mine. Or an ex friend? I'm not really sure.
His name is Chris. I met him a few years ago when he applied to work at the restaurant I managed. Like, the literal moment we met, we clicked. Same dark humor, same LGBT-forward identity, similar childhood baggage, and we just connected. I've only ever clicked like that with literally one other person in my entire life. And she's my hecking soulmate.
Chris was never my soulmate. Obviously. But we were tight. We tried new things together. Worked together. Hung out. Supported one another. He helped me figure out shit with my fiance when I was contemplating ending things. I helped him leave an abusive partner. We cooked and planned and got fucked up and laughed and loved and it was genuinely the best part of living in Kansas. STG.
I mean. It wasn't all sunshine and lollypops. Truth. We had some disagreements. I phrased things terribly a few times telling him to be tough in situations. He occasionally disregarded my feelings for his own. Both totally normal fuckups. Anf no relationship is perfect. It's hard being besties when one of you manages the other. And in effect, that started the downfall of our relationship. We made it work so unreasonably well.
In the end, I felt taken advantage of by Chris. I lost my job because of his ex and the shit that cunt started with my work and fiance. We had to relocate to a new state.l, and had bought a house and everything. And I still have a lot of anger about it. (Not just with Chris, my fiance made things so so much worse, dumbass.) But then things started spiralling. I took a lower paying job at the same time my fiance was laid off, and the struggle to make ends meet was real. I even got a second job to make it work. And shit with Chris kept piling on. He talked for ages about moving to thw same town as us while he and his husband made their way to their dream location. And I looked for apartments and jobs for him and promised to help with the move. And I thought that was all good. But he literally got an offer from an ex of his to move in with them instead, and just decided that that would be the move instead. Still expected me to help with moving and costs. Never asked, just expected.
Typing that out seems shitty. And selfish. And I am, I admit. But I was so heartbroken that we had been making these plans for a YEAR and he literally bailed the second he got another offer. That is what it felt like to me.
Besides that there was the money. At the job Chris and I worked, I made good money. Especially for the Midwest. In losing that job and taking a new one, I took a 40%cut in pay. I made ot work. Problem was, in my previous role, I was flush with cash and happy to splurge on my friends. Hell Chris's entire move and first month's rent came from me, as a gift to my friend. I spotted him money all the time, paid for groceries, movies were always on me. To such a point I think it became the norm, and defined our relationship. Because even when I was making WAY less money, Chris still expected the status quo. Constantly 'subtly' telling me he needed money for smoke, or hinting about how he had nothing to spend on his spouse for an anniversary gift. And I fucking encouraged it. I have something so fucked up in my brain that I NEED people to like me, even if it means trampling all over myself to achieve that delusion. I want to believe people love me, but I cannot reconcile it with how much I hate myself, and it leads to this shit. Every time.
Sorry for whining. Anyways.
It came to a head when we took a couples trip together. My and my partner, Chris and his. We booked a weekend in a city to see a comedian we loved and just have fun. I paid for accommodations and the comedian, I had gotten them nearly a year prior when money was no issue. And I offered to pay for the drinks and snacks at the vomedy club, since I already had a deposit down that was only partially refundable. We used it up. But through the entire trip, he expected more. I had to buy things at the mall, while shopping. And I should have said no. But I was so blinded by the joy I felt seeing my best dude for the first time in months, I just ignored it. Ignored me.
It came to a head on the last night of the vacay. We wnet out for a sushi dinner at Chris's behest, and I assumed we were all taking care of ourselves. Apparently not. Chris's partner got nauseous before the food arrived, and he left me to take care of the bill while he took care of the hubby. They ordered so much expensive shit, it was 100 buck extra onto the bill. And THEN driving home he asked if they could use some of my foodstamps to get some groceries . I get a generous supplement, so I said sure. He then proceeded to spend 250 bucks on all kinds of fancy shit. Porterhouse steaks, 13 buck lemon juice, etc. And watching it ring up, all I could feel was anger. My fiance and I needed that money to get by, and here it was being used for luxuries for someone who makes more money than I do.
Oh yeah, I forgot context. Since my new job, Chris makes more, and works less hours, than I do. We have similar expenses (he a car payment, I a mortgage). He had also had all utilities and rent taken care of for 1 year because of a program we got him in to help abused partners leaving bad relationships. So I am not fucking around when I say his financial situation has the potential to be miles better than mine.
So. Yeah. That's it. I messaged him about a month after the vacay to ask for the money for the sushi dinner back, since I had no gas money and was struggling. He literally told me he would 'try' to throw me something when he had money, but not right now.
And I just fuckint snapped. I never needed people in my life. Was a loser as a kid, a freak now, and I do okay with just myself and Youtube and Reddit and my kitties. I'm bad at peopleand don't try to make a lot of bonds. I'm fine on my own, always have been. Lucas and Mandi are my everything.
But I really thought this one was something. I love him so much, I miss him like crazy. I cared about him so much, and considered him like a bro, a bestie, all of the good things. I LOVED him. And in the end I was worth less than a fucking sushi dinner. (I get a 100 bucks is a lot. Hence why I wanted the money back, because it was a lot for me.) Anf he blew me off. And when I told him what I was feeling and that I wanted a break, he just tried to guilt trip me about how he's such a terrible person, and that's why everyone ghosted him before. I blocked him after that.
I've been watching ENCANTO and it's making me miss him so, so much. This was a movie we really bonded over. Quoted and sang all the time.
And I miss him.
Chris, since you found this account (thanks Chey and Wood, I sincerely hope you get hit by a bus), I recognize there is a chance you will read this. I miss you so much, and I want so bad for things to be as they were. But I don't trust you. And I don't forgive you right now. Don't know if I ever will, for how you treated me and made me feel. I've been used by people before. For money, connections, sexual gratification . . . I'm not someone people consider and want to keep around, ya know? I have friends generally by the grace if what I can provide. Mandi is the only person who has never, never not once taken advantage of me. Never. She's for real. You used me over and over and couldn't even pretend to care about making it right when I pleaded with you.
I am so, so, SO done begging people to think of me. Asking to be treated like a human fucking bejng as if it is such a task. I'm tired of it. I would rather spend my life in this ache of the void of your friendship than go back to being valued because I'm too fucking pathetic to say no to paying for everything. Or being the emotional punching bag when you and your husband get upset I suggest income alternatives since you were supposedly desperate for any cash and your partner can't work. I'm so sick of trying to give, hoping it will leave me with some sense of purpose or value. I have no purpose and no value, and you helped me see that very clearly, if even one of my best friends can't treat me like he cares in my hour of need.
I don't know what is going to happen next. I wish you well in your lifeand I hope with time comes maturity, and with that consideration, introspection, and reflection of who you are, and who you want to be.
I'm just going to keep trying to justify staying alive on this over-heated planet in this Conservative state with a lit of people who care about me almost as little as I care about myself.
I don't know what this was supposed to be. I don't feel any better.
I'm going to bed.
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2023.06.09 22:57 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 10- Lovers: The Musical

Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 10- Lovers: The Musical
Roar!
Aguacate jumps up into the air, before hitting the floor with a fiery expression, like a Lion ready to pounce into action.
You're on the frontline, everyone's watching
Granny raises her hands in the air, soaking the moment with a smile upon her face, her steely gaze fixed on the judges.
Your time to shine, don't wait in line, y vamos por todo
Aguacate takes out a soccer ball as she lip syncs, kicking it through the air as Floss Michaels catches it from the judges table.
Waka waka, eh, eh
Spinning and twirling around, Granny buzzes with energy and excitement as she dances and prances with her own flair.
Zonk' iZizwe masibuye 'cause this is Africa (Africa, Africa...)
Aguacate is having fun with it, and she’s electric. Each and every second she has the quirky flair that Aguacate does best. Expression, power and FUN!
Zama qhela
Raising her hands in the air, Aguacate cheers, taking out a Mexican Flag as the song ends, the judges cheering.
“What the fuck.” Jaslene whispers.

Aguacate, Shantay you stay.
Aguacate bows.
Granny Gorgeous…
Granny smiles.
You are a star. I cannot wait to see how you turn out… all grown up. But for now… sashay, away.
“I am so happy.” Granny tears up. “I thought my life would end after my love died. This has proven… it’s just begun.”
Everyone claps as Granny struts off. “And I sashay… AWAY!”
Granny Gorgeous: “To make it to the latter half of this season is a pleasure. I feel as if I have given everything- and I know this is just the beginning.”
Lipstick Message: “I love you all! Granny says… SLAY IT!”
~
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The racers enter the werkroom.
“Granny… gone… just.” Yasmin laughs. “Whoops. Bad joke!”
“Granny not so Gorgeous.” Aguacate smirks, wiping the mirror.
Aguacate: “I have lip synced for my life. And I am now… another one of those girls who has lip synced.” Aguacate growls. “I was supposed to be perfection!”
“How does it feel, joining the lip sync club, Aguacate?” Jaslene raises an eyebrow.
“Well, unlike you and Zazu, I don’t plan to REPEAT this.” Aguacate laughs.
“Now why am I in it?” Zazu gasps.
The three chuckle, sitting down.
“Congrats to you, Jaslene… for a win.” Aguacate shrugs. “Your second, which, great of you to catch up-”
Jaslene playfully rolls her eyes.
“How am I, do you ask?” Aguacate purses her lips. “Well…”
King Omari Star: “Aguacate…”
“Simply put- as a star, you must have a moment of loss of faith. You crumble- before the Gods themselves, and then- YOU PULL YOURSELF OUT.” Aguacate snaps her fingers. “So I’m doing it.”
King Omari Star: “She’s the star of her own telenovela, best you believe it.”
The screen slows down as Aguacate continues to monologue, as a rose petal effect cascades down the screen.
“It’s the heroes journey.” Aguacate smiles.
“I love that you think you’re the hero.” Yasmin adds.
Everyone gasps, laughing except Fiore, who just remains silent.
“Darling, it’s top 6- why are you sour?” Aguacate turns to stare at Fiore.
Suddenly, the music stops from the flowy telenovela to a gritty, rough sound.
“I…. I am displeased. I am not displeased. Actually, I’m full of rage.” Fiore growls. “I have come here to deliver HIGH-CLASS DRAG. I am an ACTRESS. I am a WINNER. And I have worked long and hard just to nearly went home on a makeover challenge? A challenge I believe I performed gorgeously in just because of… me not letting loose????” Fiore shakes her head. “A-And that judge. Lady Lucy Vuitton one.”
“Sister of the legendary Louise Vuitton.” Aguacate says giggling.
“She dare insult my drag like, what?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know, calling it SOULLESS with that crunchy dry, quote-on-quote, blonde wig of a disaster that she wore tonight.” Fiore throws a pillow. “I will not be rudely criticized someone who clearly couldn’t blend in that line… down someone’s neck.”
“Jesus.” Jaslene tries to hold in a laugh at Fiore’s shade. .
“And it’s just frustrating- it makes me mad that I aspire for clean, precise perfection in every aspect of my drag. I don’t see many hitting, no offense to your sharpie drag Aguacate, but even with that I’m still delivering middle of the road to the panel, and like-“ Fiore starts going on a tangent but then starts to walk out. “Sorry, I can’t do this right now.”
“Yikes.” Yasmin says.
“Well…” Aguacate smiles. “Back to me.”
King Omari Star: “Everyone thinks they are the star of their own story. But I know this- I’m going with a journey, the waters are lovely… and we’re going to the tail end of the race. So the question is… which star will shine brightest?”
“So much fun.” Yasmin clasps her hands.
King Omari Star: “Well, only one of us has a star in his name.” Omari smirks.
~
The Next Day, Yasmin brings out coffees, as a sheepish Fiore sits alone.
“You ok?” Zazu smiles.
“I’m here.” Fiore shrugs, before turning to face Yasmin. “...Did you make coffee?”
“Is this a venti?” Zazu gasps.
“Wait…” Omari looks confused. “These cups have.. Raiz branded on them?”
“I monogrammed my own coffee cups.” Yasmin smiles.
“Can you make one that says Aguacate on it?” Aguacate turns.
“Woah, this is kinda…” Jaslene sips. “Oh my god.”
“I LOVE coffee.” Yasmin blushes.
You’ve got drag mail!
I love love. Do you love it?
“Love?” Fiore raises an eyebrow.
It’s Drag Time!
Hi Racers!
For today’s mini challenge, it’s time for a disco dance party!
~
Zazu Nova, you’re our winner baby!
“I won!” Zazu cheers.
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
Jaslene smirks.
For this week’s maxi challenge, you will be teamed up in the lip sync musical, where you will perform your ass off as a set of historical LOVERS!
Zazu Nova: “A musical?! Yes, I am ready for my singing moment!”
Zazu, as mini challenge winner, you get to assign pairs.
“Oooh!” Zazu smiles. “I’ll take Omari.”
Omari chuckles. “Okay…”
Zazu Nova: “Yes, we’ve struggled- but I know we can perform well together. Every DANCE moment together has been good.” Zazu winks.
“The funny girls…” Zazu smiles. “Yasmin and Aguacate.”
The two wink.
And that leaves… Jaslene and Fiore!
The two look at each other. “Well.”
Jaslene Bangus: “Seriously, Zazu?”
Good luck racers… and do not FUCK IT UP!
~
The racers sit down and look at the roles.
“Soooo…” Zazu smiles. “These are the roles.”
“JFK and Jackie O. Romeo and Juilet. Antony and Cleopatra.” Yasmin purses her lips.
Everyone looks over, before Jaslene raises her hand.
“Zazu, I have a question.” Jaslene says.
“Oh, sure!” Zazu smiles.
“Have you set me up by putting us together?” Jaslene purses her lips. “Because real talk… I haven’t received a single word from her.”
Fiore rolls her eyes. “We haven’t decided how to play it yet.”
“So… if you set me up, girl, own it. But if you didn’t, well… Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu. “Maybe you’re just silly.”
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks, before stopping. “...I didn’t realize. I thought it was a solid pairing, sorry.”
“Mmmmhm.” Fiore says sarcastically.
“We’ll make it work.” Jaslene responds.
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs. “So I’d like that role! To be the gorgeous first lady, her man by her side..”
Omari stares in horror.
Aguacate: “That is CLEARLY a role one is favored over the other. I do not want that.”
“Actually…” Aguacate raises her hand. “For me, I’d actually like ANTONY and CLEOPATRA.”
“Oh, sure.” Yasmin nods. “I’ll take it.”
Yasmin Raiz: “This is a team challenge, and I want to do it smooth- and efficiently.”
“I’d really think we do well with Romeo and Juilet.” Omari grins. “It’s a classic stereotype, but…”
“It’s a good one.” Zazu winks.
“And that leaves… JFK and Jackie.” Zazu smiles.
“I’ll take Jackie.” Fiore responds, grabbing the book.
“Let’s make it work.” Jaslene nods.
~
The teams start practicing their roles.
“So… we’re ANTONY and Cleopatra.” Aguacate smiles.
“Woo!” Yasmin cheers.
“I want us to be the most extravagant, most over the top artists of all time.” Aguacate smiles.
“Ooooh…” Yasmin nods.
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware me and Aguacate are not the PERFORMERS of the cast. We’re not Jaslene or Zazu- lip sync assassins. But I am quietly confident.” Yasmin winks.
“To me, you seem like you could be a Roman General.” Aguacate grins. “I want the chaos of CLEOPATRA…”
“I feel like I can do either role, either way.” Yasmin says. “The same with the JFK and Jackie O. I can do this another way, either way- I’m versatile.”
“I heard that about you.” Aguacate smirks, before stopping. “You've mentioned it again.”
“...What?”
“Clearly, you wanted that role. You didn’t fight for it.” Aguacate purses her lips. “Why?”
“Because I believe we can do it either way.” Yasmin says. “I’ve been consistent, I’ve been showing up-”
“Where are you girl?” Aguacate asks. “I don’t see it. Consistent is good, but girl, we’re here to STEAL the show.”
Yasmin raises an eyebrow.
“Yell bitch, tell me how you want it.” Aguacate screams. “I want to be here till the end, DO YOU?!”
“I do!” Yasmin nods.
Agucate looks at Yasmin. “Show it.”

“Well, we’re here.” Fiore looks at Jaslene.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I’m paired… yet… yet again.” Fiore growls.
“I don’t want to work with you.” Jaslene says. “But we must.”
"You know what, Jaslene? I don't want to work with you either! But we have no choice, so let's just get this over with and win."
“You’re the one who's been complaining- and almost left.” Jaslene growls, before narrowing her eyes. "Let's just pretend to be the loving, passionate couple on stage, while we're at each other's throats offstage."
The music starts, and Jaslene springs into action, hitting each and every move, until Fiore arrives- and very quickly, very clearly, Fiore is struggling.
“Ugh…” Fiore exhales, walking off the stage.
“Let’s do it.” Jaslene looks at Fiore. “Come on.”
"Damn it, Jaslene! Can't you give me a break? You're making me look like a fool up there!" Fiore's voice cracks.
"I'm doing my part, Fiore. Maybe if you focused more on actually learning the steps and less on complaining, you wouldn't look like such a fool."
"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm not as perfect as you, Miss Lip Sync Assassin!” Fiore snaps.
“You’re the one who abandoned the AE Girls!” Jaslene yells back.
“What does that have to do with anything?!” Fiore's eyes narrow. "First off, I didn't abandon anyone! I've been focused on winning this competition and giving my all to every challenge. Unlike you, who seems to be more interested in stirring up drama and picking fights."
"Don't you dare try to twist this around on me, Fiore. I've been nothing but supportive to everyone here, including you. But all you care about is yourself and your precious victory."
Fiore scoffs. "Oh please, spare me the holier-than-thou act. I've seen through your facade from day one. You're just as self-centered as the rest of us, maybe even more so."
Jaslen steps forward. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've sacrificed to be here. You think you're so superior with your acting skills and your high-class drag, but let me tell you something, Fiore: talent alone doesn't make you a good person or a good friend."
Fiore sighs. "I never said I was a good person or a good friend, Jaslene. But at least I'm honest about who I am. I've been laser-focused on this competition because it's my chance to prove myself, to show the world what I'm capable of. And if that means I've been distant or cold, then so be it."
“Let’s just do this challenge.” Jaslene exhales.
“Now that I can agree with.” Fiore sighs.

Zazu and Omari walk onto the stage.
“Let’s hold hands and talk about our feelings.” Zazu smiles.
“...Jesus Christ.” Omari whispers under his breath, before chuckling. “Okay, let’s have fun with it.”
“Yes!” Zazu grins.
“I can do the choreo.” Omari nods. “Like romeo…” Omari drops to his knees, twirling. “Spin.”
“Juilet SPINS!” Zazu drops to the floor, spinning.
“I leap.” Omari leaps, and the words start.
Zazu hits every single line, and Omari looks in surprise.
“I shouldn’t be surprised… but damn.” Omari exhales. “You’ve got it.”
“You got the choreo, I’ve got this for us.” Zazu smiles. “We good?”
“Of course, I’m great.” Omari grins.
“What star sign are you?” Zazu pouts.
“... I am Pisces.”
“Oh my GOD, I am a Pisces!” Zazu yells. Zazu grabs Omari's hands and looks into his eyes with excitement.
“Oh-”
"Omari, this is fate! We're both Pisces, which means we're connected by the stars. We're meant to be partners in this challenge, not just on stage but in our emotions too. Let's dive deep into the depths of our characters and express all the love, longing, and passion they embody!" Zazu yells. “You don’t have to lie. This challenge is…”
“Scary?” Omari says. “That the journey is non-linear, that I don’t have a second win yet, that I don’t have a solo win…”
Zazu smiles. "Omari, my dear, dear Pisces. Embrace the unknown, for that is where true growth lies. This challenge is an opportunity for you to break free from your stoic shell and reveal the depths of your emotions. You have a vulnerability within you, and I believe it's time to let it shine."
Omari looks at Zazu. “Yes, I am nervous and perhaps this journey has been harder then I expected.”
Zazu clicks her fingers.
"It’s like I’ve said, I've always been guarded with my emotions. It's how I've protected myself all these years. But maybe... maybe it's time to let go of that guard, even just for a moment."
Zazu grins. "Yes! Let the stars guide you. Use the energy of this challenge to tap into your true emotions. Allow yourself to feel, to express, and to connect."
Omari takes a deep breath and grins. "Alright, Zazu. I'll trust your guidance. Let's make this performance unforgettable."
“PISCES ELEGANZA!” Zazu cheers.
~
The racers chat as they get ready for the main stage challenge.
“So, does anyone have any idea what they’d like to do with the crowning money, if they were to win this season?” Yasmin smiles.
“$100,000…” Zazu’s eyes light up.
“I’ve already made $10,000…” Aguacate smirks. “I cannot wait to make another $115,000.”
“115?” Jaslene says, confused.
“This, next week, the week after that. Final 3.” Aguacate grins.
“Gosh, I don’t even plan for those things…” Jaslene chuckles.
“Same.” Yasmin smiles. “I’m here for the ride…”
Aguacate looks at Yasmin.
“But you know, I’m here to win and give my all too, so that’s good to know.” Yasmin chuckles, as Aguacate nods.
“For me, this money would go back to my community- with some for myself.” Omari nods. “I value the scene, and- the reality is there isn’t much. I am one of a few Kings- in a scene with a few drag artists. I want the power to be invested back in it.”
“I feel the same.” Yasmin smiles. “The scene in Guyana isn’t like those more- mainstream countries. I will support and guide others, so people know- we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.”
“Fuck yeah.” Omari snaps his fingers in agreement.
“I will use it for myself, and my girls.” Jaslene smiles. “We’re all supportive of each other- my drag sisters and me. And I want them to feel the love.”
“I’ve got the same idea for my drag mom.” Zazu nods. “She’s saved me, and I’d love to help her.”
Fiore nods, looking over.
“I’d love to help my parents.” Aguacate looks in the mirror. “I think- I think they’d need it.”
“Think?” Omari asks.
Aguacate shrugs, clearly not interested in continuing further.
“Either way, this competition, this moment- we’re all going away, with money, pride- and the ability to change our lives, forever.” Fiore glares into the mirror.
“Exactly.” Yasmin smiles.
The 6 look at each other, ready for the night ahead.
~
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2023.06.09 22:57 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 10- Lovers: The Musical

Chronologica's Drag Race Season 4: Episode 10- Lovers: The Musical
Roar!
Aguacate jumps up into the air, before hitting the floor with a fiery expression, like a Lion ready to pounce into action.
You're on the frontline, everyone's watching
Granny raises her hands in the air, soaking the moment with a smile upon her face, her steely gaze fixed on the judges.
Your time to shine, don't wait in line, y vamos por todo
Aguacate takes out a soccer ball as she lip syncs, kicking it through the air as Floss Michaels catches it from the judges table.
Waka waka, eh, eh
Spinning and twirling around, Granny buzzes with energy and excitement as she dances and prances with her own flair.
Zonk' iZizwe masibuye 'cause this is Africa (Africa, Africa...)
Aguacate is having fun with it, and she’s electric. Each and every second she has the quirky flair that Aguacate does best. Expression, power and FUN!
Zama qhela
Raising her hands in the air, Aguacate cheers, taking out a Mexican Flag as the song ends, the judges cheering.
“What the fuck.” Jaslene whispers.

Aguacate, Shantay you stay.
Aguacate bows.
Granny Gorgeous…
Granny smiles.
You are a star. I cannot wait to see how you turn out… all grown up. But for now… sashay, away.
“I am so happy.” Granny tears up. “I thought my life would end after my love died. This has proven… it’s just begun.”
Everyone claps as Granny struts off. “And I sashay… AWAY!”
Granny Gorgeous: “To make it to the latter half of this season is a pleasure. I feel as if I have given everything- and I know this is just the beginning.”
Lipstick Message: “I love you all! Granny says… SLAY IT!”
~
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The racers enter the werkroom.
“Granny… gone… just.” Yasmin laughs. “Whoops. Bad joke!”
“Granny not so Gorgeous.” Aguacate smirks, wiping the mirror.
Aguacate: “I have lip synced for my life. And I am now… another one of those girls who has lip synced.” Aguacate growls. “I was supposed to be perfection!”
“How does it feel, joining the lip sync club, Aguacate?” Jaslene raises an eyebrow.
“Well, unlike you and Zazu, I don’t plan to REPEAT this.” Aguacate laughs.
“Now why am I in it?” Zazu gasps.
The three chuckle, sitting down.
“Congrats to you, Jaslene… for a win.” Aguacate shrugs. “Your second, which, great of you to catch up-”
Jaslene playfully rolls her eyes.
“How am I, do you ask?” Aguacate purses her lips. “Well…”
King Omari Star: “Aguacate…”
“Simply put- as a star, you must have a moment of loss of faith. You crumble- before the Gods themselves, and then- YOU PULL YOURSELF OUT.” Aguacate snaps her fingers. “So I’m doing it.”
King Omari Star: “She’s the star of her own telenovela, best you believe it.”
The screen slows down as Aguacate continues to monologue, as a rose petal effect cascades down the screen.
“It’s the heroes journey.” Aguacate smiles.
“I love that you think you’re the hero.” Yasmin adds.
Everyone gasps, laughing except Fiore, who just remains silent.
“Darling, it’s top 6- why are you sour?” Aguacate turns to stare at Fiore.
Suddenly, the music stops from the flowy telenovela to a gritty, rough sound.
“I…. I am displeased. I am not displeased. Actually, I’m full of rage.” Fiore growls. “I have come here to deliver HIGH-CLASS DRAG. I am an ACTRESS. I am a WINNER. And I have worked long and hard just to nearly went home on a makeover challenge? A challenge I believe I performed gorgeously in just because of… me not letting loose????” Fiore shakes her head. “A-And that judge. Lady Lucy Vuitton one.”
“Sister of the legendary Louise Vuitton.” Aguacate says giggling.
“She dare insult my drag like, what?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know, calling it SOULLESS with that crunchy dry, quote-on-quote, blonde wig of a disaster that she wore tonight.” Fiore throws a pillow. “I will not be rudely criticized someone who clearly couldn’t blend in that line… down someone’s neck.”
“Jesus.” Jaslene tries to hold in a laugh at Fiore’s shade. .
“And it’s just frustrating- it makes me mad that I aspire for clean, precise perfection in every aspect of my drag. I don’t see many hitting, no offense to your sharpie drag Aguacate, but even with that I’m still delivering middle of the road to the panel, and like-“ Fiore starts going on a tangent but then starts to walk out. “Sorry, I can’t do this right now.”
“Yikes.” Yasmin says.
“Well…” Aguacate smiles. “Back to me.”
King Omari Star: “Everyone thinks they are the star of their own story. But I know this- I’m going with a journey, the waters are lovely… and we’re going to the tail end of the race. So the question is… which star will shine brightest?”
“So much fun.” Yasmin clasps her hands.
King Omari Star: “Well, only one of us has a star in his name.” Omari smirks.
~
The Next Day, Yasmin brings out coffees, as a sheepish Fiore sits alone.
“You ok?” Zazu smiles.
“I’m here.” Fiore shrugs, before turning to face Yasmin. “...Did you make coffee?”
“Is this a venti?” Zazu gasps.
“Wait…” Omari looks confused. “These cups have.. Raiz branded on them?”
“I monogrammed my own coffee cups.” Yasmin smiles.
“Can you make one that says Aguacate on it?” Aguacate turns.
“Woah, this is kinda…” Jaslene sips. “Oh my god.”
“I LOVE coffee.” Yasmin blushes.
You’ve got drag mail!
I love love. Do you love it?
“Love?” Fiore raises an eyebrow.
It’s Drag Time!
Hi Racers!
For today’s mini challenge, it’s time for a disco dance party!
~
Zazu Nova, you’re our winner baby!
“I won!” Zazu cheers.
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
Jaslene smirks.
For this week’s maxi challenge, you will be teamed up in the lip sync musical, where you will perform your ass off as a set of historical LOVERS!
Zazu Nova: “A musical?! Yes, I am ready for my singing moment!”
Zazu, as mini challenge winner, you get to assign pairs.
“Oooh!” Zazu smiles. “I’ll take Omari.”
Omari chuckles. “Okay…”
Zazu Nova: “Yes, we’ve struggled- but I know we can perform well together. Every DANCE moment together has been good.” Zazu winks.
“The funny girls…” Zazu smiles. “Yasmin and Aguacate.”
The two wink.
And that leaves… Jaslene and Fiore!
The two look at each other. “Well.”
Jaslene Bangus: “Seriously, Zazu?”
Good luck racers… and do not FUCK IT UP!
~
The racers sit down and look at the roles.
“Soooo…” Zazu smiles. “These are the roles.”
“JFK and Jackie O. Romeo and Juilet. Antony and Cleopatra.” Yasmin purses her lips.
Everyone looks over, before Jaslene raises her hand.
“Zazu, I have a question.” Jaslene says.
“Oh, sure!” Zazu smiles.
“Have you set me up by putting us together?” Jaslene purses her lips. “Because real talk… I haven’t received a single word from her.”
Fiore rolls her eyes. “We haven’t decided how to play it yet.”
“So… if you set me up, girl, own it. But if you didn’t, well… Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu. “Maybe you’re just silly.”
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks, before stopping. “...I didn’t realize. I thought it was a solid pairing, sorry.”
“Mmmmhm.” Fiore says sarcastically.
“We’ll make it work.” Jaslene responds.
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs. “So I’d like that role! To be the gorgeous first lady, her man by her side..”
Omari stares in horror.
Aguacate: “That is CLEARLY a role one is favored over the other. I do not want that.”
“Actually…” Aguacate raises her hand. “For me, I’d actually like ANTONY and CLEOPATRA.”
“Oh, sure.” Yasmin nods. “I’ll take it.”
Yasmin Raiz: “This is a team challenge, and I want to do it smooth- and efficiently.”
“I’d really think we do well with Romeo and Juilet.” Omari grins. “It’s a classic stereotype, but…”
“It’s a good one.” Zazu winks.
“And that leaves… JFK and Jackie.” Zazu smiles.
“I’ll take Jackie.” Fiore responds, grabbing the book.
“Let’s make it work.” Jaslene nods.
~
The teams start practicing their roles.
“So… we’re ANTONY and Cleopatra.” Aguacate smiles.
“Woo!” Yasmin cheers.
“I want us to be the most extravagant, most over the top artists of all time.” Aguacate smiles.
“Ooooh…” Yasmin nods.
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware me and Aguacate are not the PERFORMERS of the cast. We’re not Jaslene or Zazu- lip sync assassins. But I am quietly confident.” Yasmin winks.
“To me, you seem like you could be a Roman General.” Aguacate grins. “I want the chaos of CLEOPATRA…”
“I feel like I can do either role, either way.” Yasmin says. “The same with the JFK and Jackie O. I can do this another way, either way- I’m versatile.”
“I heard that about you.” Aguacate smirks, before stopping. “You've mentioned it again.”
“...What?”
“Clearly, you wanted that role. You didn’t fight for it.” Aguacate purses her lips. “Why?”
“Because I believe we can do it either way.” Yasmin says. “I’ve been consistent, I’ve been showing up-”
“Where are you girl?” Aguacate asks. “I don’t see it. Consistent is good, but girl, we’re here to STEAL the show.”
Yasmin raises an eyebrow.
“Yell bitch, tell me how you want it.” Aguacate screams. “I want to be here till the end, DO YOU?!”
“I do!” Yasmin nods.
Agucate looks at Yasmin. “Show it.”

“Well, we’re here.” Fiore looks at Jaslene.
Fiore Stravaganza: “I’m paired… yet… yet again.” Fiore growls.
“I don’t want to work with you.” Jaslene says. “But we must.”
"You know what, Jaslene? I don't want to work with you either! But we have no choice, so let's just get this over with and win."
“You’re the one who's been complaining- and almost left.” Jaslene growls, before narrowing her eyes. "Let's just pretend to be the loving, passionate couple on stage, while we're at each other's throats offstage."
The music starts, and Jaslene springs into action, hitting each and every move, until Fiore arrives- and very quickly, very clearly, Fiore is struggling.
“Ugh…” Fiore exhales, walking off the stage.
“Let’s do it.” Jaslene looks at Fiore. “Come on.”
"Damn it, Jaslene! Can't you give me a break? You're making me look like a fool up there!" Fiore's voice cracks.
"I'm doing my part, Fiore. Maybe if you focused more on actually learning the steps and less on complaining, you wouldn't look like such a fool."
"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm not as perfect as you, Miss Lip Sync Assassin!” Fiore snaps.
“You’re the one who abandoned the AE Girls!” Jaslene yells back.
“What does that have to do with anything?!” Fiore's eyes narrow. "First off, I didn't abandon anyone! I've been focused on winning this competition and giving my all to every challenge. Unlike you, who seems to be more interested in stirring up drama and picking fights."
"Don't you dare try to twist this around on me, Fiore. I've been nothing but supportive to everyone here, including you. But all you care about is yourself and your precious victory."
Fiore scoffs. "Oh please, spare me the holier-than-thou act. I've seen through your facade from day one. You're just as self-centered as the rest of us, maybe even more so."
Jaslen steps forward. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've sacrificed to be here. You think you're so superior with your acting skills and your high-class drag, but let me tell you something, Fiore: talent alone doesn't make you a good person or a good friend."
Fiore sighs. "I never said I was a good person or a good friend, Jaslene. But at least I'm honest about who I am. I've been laser-focused on this competition because it's my chance to prove myself, to show the world what I'm capable of. And if that means I've been distant or cold, then so be it."
“Let’s just do this challenge.” Jaslene exhales.
“Now that I can agree with.” Fiore sighs.

Zazu and Omari walk onto the stage.
“Let’s hold hands and talk about our feelings.” Zazu smiles.
“...Jesus Christ.” Omari whispers under his breath, before chuckling. “Okay, let’s have fun with it.”
“Yes!” Zazu grins.
“I can do the choreo.” Omari nods. “Like romeo…” Omari drops to his knees, twirling. “Spin.”
“Juilet SPINS!” Zazu drops to the floor, spinning.
“I leap.” Omari leaps, and the words start.
Zazu hits every single line, and Omari looks in surprise.
“I shouldn’t be surprised… but damn.” Omari exhales. “You’ve got it.”
“You got the choreo, I’ve got this for us.” Zazu smiles. “We good?”
“Of course, I’m great.” Omari grins.
“What star sign are you?” Zazu pouts.
“... I am Pisces.”
“Oh my GOD, I am a Pisces!” Zazu yells. Zazu grabs Omari's hands and looks into his eyes with excitement.
“Oh-”
"Omari, this is fate! We're both Pisces, which means we're connected by the stars. We're meant to be partners in this challenge, not just on stage but in our emotions too. Let's dive deep into the depths of our characters and express all the love, longing, and passion they embody!" Zazu yells. “You don’t have to lie. This challenge is…”
“Scary?” Omari says. “That the journey is non-linear, that I don’t have a second win yet, that I don’t have a solo win…”
Zazu smiles. "Omari, my dear, dear Pisces. Embrace the unknown, for that is where true growth lies. This challenge is an opportunity for you to break free from your stoic shell and reveal the depths of your emotions. You have a vulnerability within you, and I believe it's time to let it shine."
Omari looks at Zazu. “Yes, I am nervous and perhaps this journey has been harder then I expected.”
Zazu clicks her fingers.
"It’s like I’ve said, I've always been guarded with my emotions. It's how I've protected myself all these years. But maybe... maybe it's time to let go of that guard, even just for a moment."
Zazu grins. "Yes! Let the stars guide you. Use the energy of this challenge to tap into your true emotions. Allow yourself to feel, to express, and to connect."
Omari takes a deep breath and grins. "Alright, Zazu. I'll trust your guidance. Let's make this performance unforgettable."
“PISCES ELEGANZA!” Zazu cheers.
~
The racers chat as they get ready for the main stage challenge.
“So, does anyone have any idea what they’d like to do with the crowning money, if they were to win this season?” Yasmin smiles.
“$100,000…” Zazu’s eyes light up.
“I’ve already made $10,000…” Aguacate smirks. “I cannot wait to make another $115,000.”
“115?” Jaslene says, confused.
“This, next week, the week after that. Final 3.” Aguacate grins.
“Gosh, I don’t even plan for those things…” Jaslene chuckles.
“Same.” Yasmin smiles. “I’m here for the ride…”
Aguacate looks at Yasmin.
“But you know, I’m here to win and give my all too, so that’s good to know.” Yasmin chuckles, as Aguacate nods.
“For me, this money would go back to my community- with some for myself.” Omari nods. “I value the scene, and- the reality is there isn’t much. I am one of a few Kings- in a scene with a few drag artists. I want the power to be invested back in it.”
“I feel the same.” Yasmin smiles. “The scene in Guyana isn’t like those more- mainstream countries. I will support and guide others, so people know- we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.”
“Fuck yeah.” Omari snaps his fingers in agreement.
“I will use it for myself, and my girls.” Jaslene smiles. “We’re all supportive of each other- my drag sisters and me. And I want them to feel the love.”
“I’ve got the same idea for my drag mom.” Zazu nods. “She’s saved me, and I’d love to help her.”
Fiore nods, looking over.
“I’d love to help my parents.” Aguacate looks in the mirror. “I think- I think they’d need it.”
“Think?” Omari asks.
Aguacate shrugs, clearly not interested in continuing further.
“Either way, this competition, this moment- we’re all going away, with money, pride- and the ability to change our lives, forever.” Fiore glares into the mirror.
“Exactly.” Yasmin smiles.
The 6 look at each other, ready for the night ahead.
~
Stats
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2023.06.09 22:53 sweeeeeeetener whats my chances + give me ec advice? as an international sophomore

Rising senioSophomore Test scores:
DET: 145 SAT: 1510 (800 english, 710 math) Ielts: 8.0/9.0 Qudarat (sort of like an iq test lmao but a standardized test in my country): 96/100 Tahsili (our sat): 97/100
Extracurriculars:
Editor-in-chief of school's newspaper
Head of graphic design in school
Personal economics research project on salary inequalities in Saudi Arabia and the forces behind such inequalities
Saudi Red Crescent Authority volunteer (which is a humanitary organization by the goverment)
Started a fashion blog called "Vogue-ish" promoting unknown mostly (west and east) asian designers. every month i post a brand I think is unique and creative
Ambassador of Saudi Crown Prince Pre-college prep program, helped newer wave of students communicate and started a group with over 300 members (out of the 400 members accepted) and giving them advice
Started a tiktok account talking about the stock market with over 5,000 followers
Art, specifically drawing portraits and painting scenery
Member of fashion club
Fencing
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2023.06.09 22:47 farfromagerb Is there anywhere in America (besides Vegas) that a food runner/ busser can make 70-80k per year?

Work at a restaurant on Las Vegas strip as food runner and this is about what I make, just wondering if this is comparable to anywhere else in the country or if this is just a vegas thing
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2023.06.09 22:47 windomega7 I want to support your club

Hi all, EUROPOOR here, I was getting interested in your sport soccerball, and I was looking for interesting MLS teams to support. Actually, I have good ties with the United States. My great great great great grandfather used to live in the US of A (PULIGOAT DNA🦅🦅), so I have great ties with the country. I once owned a Ford Focus, and I am looking forward to acquiring my first firearm (tired of stabbing). Anyways, I stumbled upon this club, and I a have a couple questions, because it got me interested.
What is your history?
I heard there is an interesting gang scene in Miami, who do we cheer for?
Is Beckham the devil?
Can I join the ultras of this club?
Do we participate in fun meetups with the opposing ultras?
Why should I support AC Miami?
Thanks y’all yehaww Puligoat baby US of A the greatest DNA 🇱🇷🇱🇷🇱🇷
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2023.06.09 22:44 slyevilhomer My beginning Springfield Glen Country Club

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2023.06.09 22:37 JoshAsdvgi The Sacred Origin of Smoking

The Sacred Origin of Smoking

The Sacred Origin of Smoking

Smoking is, of course, originally an American custom, and with the
Indians of North America possesses a sacred origin.
"Of the sacred origin of tobacco the Indian has no doubt, although scarcely two tribes exactly agree in the details of the way in which the invaluable boon was conferred on man. In substance, however, the legend is the same with all.
Ages ago, at the time when spirits considered the world yet good enough for their occasional residence, a very great and powerful spirit lay down by the side of his fire to
sleep in the forest.
While so lying, his arch-enemy came that way, and thought it would be a good chance for mischief; so, gently approaching the sleeper, he rolled him over toward the fire, till his head rested among the glowing embers, and his hair was set ablaze.
The roaring of the fire in his ears roused the good spirit, and, leaping to his feet, he rushed in a fright through the forest, and as he did so the wind caught his singed hair as it flew off, and, carrying it away, sowed it broadcast over the earth, into which it sank and took root, and grew up tobacco.
"If anything exceeds the savage's belief in tobacco, it is that which attaches to his pipe.
In life it is his dearest companion, and in death is inseparable; for whatever else may be forgotten at his funeral obsequies, his pipe is laid in the grave with him to solace him
on his journey to the 'happy hunting-ground.' '
The first pipe' is among the most sacred of their traditions; as well it may be, when it
is sincerely believed that no other than the Great Spirit himself was the original smoker.
"Many years ago the Great Spirit called all his people together, and, standing on the precipice of the Red Pipe-stone Rock, he broke a piece from the wall, and, kneading it in his hands, made a huge pipe, which he smoked over them, and to the north, south, east, and west.
He told them that this stone was red, that it was their flesh, that of it they might make their pipes of peace; but it belonged equally to all; and the war-club and the scalping-knife must not be raised on this ground.
And he smoked his pipe and talked to them till the last whiff, and then his head disappeared in a cloud; and immediately the whole surface of the rock for several miles was melted and glazed.
Two great ovens were opened beneath, and two women (guardian spirits of the place) entered them in a blaze of fire; and they are heard there yet, and answer to the invocation of the priests, or medicine-men, who consult them on their visits to this sacred place.
"The 'sacred place' here mentioned is the site of the world-renowned 'Pipe-stone Quarry.' From this place has the North American Indian ever obtained material for his pipe, and from no other spot.
Catlin asserts that in every tribe he has visited (numbering about forty, and extending over thousands of miles of country) the pipes have all been made of this red pipe-stone.
Clarke, the great American traveller,relates that in his intercourse with many tribes who as yet had had but little intercourse with the whites he learned that almost every adult had made the pilgrimage to the sacred rock and drawn from thence his pipe-stone.
So peculiar is this 'quarry' that Catlin has been at the pains to describe it very fully and graphically, and from his account the following is taken:
"'Our approach to it was from the east, and the ascent, for the distance of fifty miles, over a continued succession of slopes and terraces, almost imperceptibly rising one above another, that seemed to lift us to a great height.
There is not a tree or bush to be seen from the highest summit of the ridge, though the eye may range east and west, almost to a boundless extent, over a surface covered with a short
grass, that is green at one's feet, and about him, but changing to blue in distance, like nothing but the blue and vastness of the ocean.
"'On the very top of this mound or ridge we found the far-famed quarry or fountain of the Red Pipe, which is truly an anomaly in nature.
The principal and most striking feature of this place is a perpendicular wall of close-grained, compact quartz, of twenty-five and thirty feet in elevation, running nearly north and south, with its face to the west, exhibiting a front of nearly two miles in length, when it disappears at both ends, by running under the prairie, which becomes there a little more elevated, and probably covers it for many miles, both to the north and south.
The depression of the brow of the ridge at this place has been caused by the wash of a little stream, produced by several springs at the top, a little back from the wall, which has
gradually carried away the superincumbent earth, and having bared the wall for the distance of two miles, is now left to glide for some distance over a perfectly level surface of quartz rock; and then to leap from the top of the wall into a deep basin below, and thence
seek its course to the Missouri, forming the extreme source of a noted and powerful tributary, called the "Big Sioux."
"'At the base of this wall there is a level prairie, of half a mile in width, running parallel to it, in any, and in all parts of which, the Indians procure the red stone for their pipes, by digging through the soil and several slaty layers of the red stone to the depth of four or five feet.
From the very numerous marks of ancient and modern diggings or excavations, it would appear that this place has been for many centuries resorted to for the red stone; and from the great number of graves and remains of ancient fortifications in the vicinity, it would
seem, as well as from their actual traditions, that the Indian tribes have long held this place in high superstitious estimation; and also that it has been the resort of different tribes, who have made their regular pilgrimages here to renew their pipes.'
"As far as may be gathered from the various and slightly conflicting accounts of Indian smoking observances, it would seem that to every tribe, or, if it be an extensive one, to every detachment of a tribe, belongs a potent instrument known as 'medicine pipe-stem.'
It is nothing more than a tobacco-pipe, splendidly adorned with savage trappings, yet it is regarded as a sacred thing to be used only on the most solemn occasions, or in the transaction of such important business as among us could only be concluded by the sanction of a Cabinet Council, and affixing the royal signature."
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2023.06.09 22:32 sweeeeeeetener 15 year old arab girl (saudi arabia) sophomore (rising junior)

Rising senioSophomore
Test scores:
DET: 145
SAT: 1510 (800 english, 710 math)
Ielts: 8.0/9.0
Qudarat (sort of like an iq test lmao but a standardized test in my country): 96/100
Tahsili (our sat): 97/100
Extracurriculars:
Editor-in-chief of school's newspaper
Head of graphic design in school
Personal economics research project on salary inequalities in Saudi Arabia and the forces behind such inequalities
Saudi Red Crescent Authority volunteer (which is a humanitary organization by the goverment)
Started a fashion blog called "Vogue-ish" promoting unknown mostly (west and east) asian designers. every month i post a brand I think is unique and creative on my website
Ambassador of Saudi Crown Prince Pre-college prep program, helped newer wave of students communicate and started a group with over 300 members (out of the 400 members accepted) and giving them advice
Started a tiktok account talking about the stock market with over 5,000 followers
Art, specifically drawing portraits and painting scenery
Member of fashion club
Fencing
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2023.06.09 22:21 Xtreemenature101 Wale wa sinanga business idea

RAW BUSINESS IDEAS 1.Rental houses 2.Transport vehicles 3.Motorbikes business 4.Bars and pubs business 5.Dairy farming 6.Cattle runch business 7.Poultry farming business 8.Videos and cinemas 9.PS halls 10.Salons and kinyozis business 11.Music industry 12.Entertainment industry 13.Private schools 14.M-Pesa shops 15.Airtel money shops 16.Gym and sauna business 17.Purchase of land for investment and resale business 18.Tree planting business 19.Fishpond and fisheries business 20.Butchery business 21.Poshomills business 22.Security service industry 23.Petrol station business 24.Car wash 25.Cyber business 26.Gas cylinders business 27.Hardware 28.Driving school 29.Computer packages school 30.Broadcasting industries/Media groups 31.Making of posters business 32.Pool 33.Phone shops business 34.Rental rooms for business 35.Pharmacy/Chemistry 36.Private hospitals 37.Welding sites business 38.Supermarket business 39.Writing books for sale/publishing 40.Small shops business 41.Tatoo buildings business 42.Movie shops 43.You Tube channels 44.Online jobs 45.Kungfu,martial arts,boxing,tai kuondo halls 46.Shoe repair Business 47.Digital marketing 48.Drug dealing 49.Tents and plastic chairs supply 50.Solar panels business 51.Betting companies business 52.Beautiful scenaries eg parks business 53.Photography 54.Videography 55.Electronics shop 56.Ice creams business 57.Smokies and eggs vending/Kahawa and mandazis/mtura/soup/nyama china business 58.Necklesses business 59.Sales person 60.Dealing in clothes (Ready made/Second hand-mtumba) 61.Green houses 62.Dancing crue and hall business 63.Putting money in fixed deposit accounts 64.Saccos and chamas 65.Buying of shares in unlisted companies 66.Treasury bills and Treasury bonds 67.Develop an app 68.Shares in listed companies 69.DJ 70.Chauffer 71.Body(ear,nose etc) piercing business 72.Insurance and reinsurance company 73.Boutique 74.Cosmetics 75.Fighting equipments(guns,bullets,bombs etc)shop 76.Ships and boats 77.Furnitures shop 78.Agrovet business 79.Livestock farming (goats,ships,rabbits,pigs etc) business 80.Acting on trends 81.Agricultural factories 82.Warehouses business 83.Barkery 84.Restaurants business 85.School requirements shop 86.Garage 87.Private toilets/bathrooms 88.Giving out credits at an interest rate 89.Guide(business, education etc)books/PDFs business 90.Supplying industry/supplier 91.Flowers for export business 92.Daycare business 93.Airtime(Safaricom, Airtel, Telcom etc) Business 94.Bookshop 95.Gift services overview 96.Laundry business 97.Nails making business 98.Forex trading 99.Bitcoin 100.Fruit and juice parlour 101.Podcasting 102.Yoga studio 103.Catering services 104.Computer repair business/shop 105.Modeling 106.Purchasing existing website 107.Organic vending business 108.Virtual assistant business 109.Translation service 110.Online tutoring business 111.Content writer business 112.Web design 113.Career coach business 114.Start a blog 115.Amazon reselling 116.Coffee shop 117.Home food delivery 118.Currency trading 119.Event planning business 120.Interior design business 121.Selling of phone case and other accessories business 122.Property management business eg Chakra company 123.Drive for Uber or Lyft 124.Water supply services 125.Personal fitness traineInstructor 126.Tour guide business 127.Accounting and bookkeeping business 128.Caregiving business 129.Transcription 130.Data analysis 131.Fast food restaurant 132.Yoghurt business 133.Nail and eye brows parlour 134.Screen printing 135.Real estate 136.Human billboard 137.Affiliate marketing 138.Pool cleaning business 139.Designing and selling print-on-demand t-shirts 140.Junk removal service 141.Printing services 142.Custodian 143.Dropshipping business 144.Craft business 145.Landscaping business 146.Bicycle rentals/Bicycle repairs 147.Painting business 148.Flower shop 149.House cleaning 150.Grocery delivery 151.Resale store 152.Subscription box business 153.Import/export business 154.Laundromat business 155.Party bus 156.Staffing services 157.Antique dealer 158.Construction business 159.Used car rentals 160.Cafe/Sandwich shop 161.Logo design business 162.Shoe business 163.Marine electronics/waterproof electronics 164.Publicity business 165.Drone business 166.Gutter cleaning business 167.Garden center 168.Kitchen store business 169.Cookie business 170.Framing business 171.Mushroom farming 172.Vending machine for fruits 173.Laundry services 174.Agribusiness 175.Business in waste management 176.Urban transportation business 177.Fin-tech business 178.Urban logistics 179.Automobiles 180.Bee keeping (Honey,wax etc) 181.Study platforms for Students 182.Financial consultancy firm 183.Stationery shop 184.Appliance repair shop 185.Party decoration services 186.Sewing business 187.Handcraft business 188.Online travel agency 189.Samosa business 190.Pancake and Chapati business 191.Wrap up 192.Milk bashop 193.Mobile money agent 194.Farming 195.Cake baking business 196.Selling snacks 197.Selling computers and accessories 198.Internet connection to the customers living nearby 199.Selling fruits and vegetables 200.Brick making 201.Selling handbags 202.Cereal shop 203.Paxful's affiliate program and peer program 204.Invest in mutual funds or ETFs 205.Data entry 206.Popcorn business 207.Bead making and wire wax 208.Sell perfumes 209.Designing book covers 210.Dog walking 211.Tailoring 212.Sale of hair extension 213.Dry cleaning services 214.Stadiums 215.Candle making 216.Mobile repair shop 217.Tuition 218.Hauling service 219.Home staging business 220.Window treatment business 221.Dreadlock business 222.Fashion house 223.Oil business 224.Music sounds for hire 225.Start a football club 226.Blended education programs 227.Wholesale business 228.Ironing services 229.Swimming pool 230.Mandazis and donuts business 231.Seedlings for sale 232.Soap making 233.Selling soft drinks,fresh juice and snacks 234.Stationery supply to rural areas 235.Tuk tuk business 236.Selling baby diapers 237.Start a video game lounge 238.Manicure, pedicure and facial scrubbing business 239.Landscaping and gardening services 240.Land brokerage 241.Eggs wholesale 242.Spare parts(motorcycle, bicycle, vehicles etc)shop 243.Pork meet business 244.Charcoal and coal business 245.Gambling business 246.Agricultural value addition business 247.Camels 248.Facebook 249.Instagram 250.Chicken spare parts business 251.Shopify 252.Hawking business 253.Amazon FBA 254.Flipping collectibles 255.Tik Tok 256.Carpets 257.Curtains 258.Mutual funds investment 259.Precious metals business (eg gold, silver and bronze) 260.Sport shoes/jazies/balls etc business 261.Grow profitable vegetables and fruits 262.Invest in the capital market via Nairobi Stock Exchange (NSE) 263.Dealing in second hand goods eg furnitures, electronics etc 264.Candle production 265.Plantain chips and bhajia business 266.Errands 267.Lawn care 268.Miti shamba/Dawa za kienyeji/Herbals 269.Beddings eg Mattresses 270.Homemade gourmet foods 271.Flea market vending 272.Music Instructor 273.Making custom furniture 274.Banking services 275.Own a tap/boreholes 276.Flight services eg Air hostess 277.Clothing lines 278.Book publishing/ebooks 279.Start charitable business 280.Pet training and grooming services 281.Data entry provider 282.Start a pop-up shop 283.Rent your car on Turo 284.College admissions essay tutor and editor 285.Travel consultant 286.Tax preparation 287.Commision-only sales 288.Ebay sales 289.Fiverr Gigs 290.Airbnb 291.Patreon 292.Alteration Services 293.Professional organizing services 294.Aquarium maintenance 295.Home inspector 296.Review website 297.Home Appraisal 298.Sell Jericans from certain suppliers 299.Referral services 300.Recycled goods seller
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2023.06.09 22:14 Ok-Manufacturer-6876 Women i dont know literally running away

Hi!

I am a little desperate, so i thought a reddit post would be appropriate :) Short background: I am a Pakistani guy living in Germany/Munich right now. I did my university here and my work is here too. I am quite frustrated with german/european women.

It is SO HARD to meet women! Wherever i go, women literally disappear from that place. It is like, just because i look foreign (i have typical Pakistani features: I am brown-skinned and short) women dont even want to INTERACT with me. If i join a group conversation with women, most of them will find excuses to leave that conversation. If i go to parties, there is literally a bubble around the group i am in, and all the women literally keep looking in the other direction. If i walk on the streets, women who are walking towards me will literally change the fucking road side to not walk past me. Like what the fuck?

Since i have been participating in clubs and living in dorms, i have been in environments where women were forced to interact with me. The cool thing is, after keeping distance from me as if i had a disease, after getting to know me/after a few months, they start treating me like a normal human beeing, but none of them would even consider me as a dating partner.

I find this quite disturbing because back at home, i am treated like a normal human beeing by everyone, the basic level of respect is there. Also in spanish-speaking countries, where i do not stand out, people treat me with a normal level of respect and not a condescending manner. I really dont know what to do, i am not able to meet new people in my current environment, and i also do not meet any women, it is really hard.

Please help, has anyone been in similar situations, what did you do?

With the best of regards
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2023.06.09 22:12 Conventions Not sure what to do, looking for advice

I'm a 21 year old guy. For reference, I started working at a country club at 17 and started washing dishes, then moved my way up to pantry then cooked on the line a mix of all 3 stations for 2-3 years. With all said and done I have 3 years of cooking experience across both stations. I originally wanted to be a chef as a career and I loved cooking on the line and enjoyed learning so much but after years I just didn't like working the line and all the extra stress that comes with it when it's busy so I went back down to pantry for the same pay which I was happy doing.
Anyways I got out of the industry last year and started my own landscaping company which I love doing. Don't get me wrong it's great working regular hours and working M-F being my own boss but no matter what I don't have the same satisfaction from working in a kitchen. Plus having to track expenses/income and how my income isn't guaranteed, and having to worry about expensive equipment breaking has really been stressing me out recently.
Something inside me wants to go back into cooking and continue my career. I know the industry is low pay, long hours, weekends/holidays etc but the country club I work at seems it's a lot better than most places on here. It's a "career" job so to speak as 80% of the kitchen has been at this specific job for decades. I'm 21 and already have full benefits and around $2000 in my company 401k from them. I'd have 40 hours year round and 10-20 of OT in the summer. I'd be working 5 days/week in summer and 3 days/week in winter (I'm on good terms with the country club so I can go back full time anytime I'd like)
All the guys I work with work like animals in the summer but they're all middle class. Exec, sous, banquet chef, and my fellow pantry guy all live well and have nice homes. For instance the other pantry guy I work with makes $25/hr in a high COL state but has a 4bd home all paid off, 100k in his retirement and works 6 months a year and takes 6 months off of work period each year.
Just wondering what I should do, keep growing my business or go back into the industry? Would be nice not having to worry about stuff breaking and just showing up and getting paid, but obviously I feel like owning a business has more opportunity. I don't care about being rich or becoming an exec chef with all the added stress and responsibilities, I just want to live comfortably and afford a comfortable lifestyle. Any opinions on what I should do are appreciated, especially if anyone else has either left/went back to the industry and could share their perspective?

Edit: I run my business full time but I work pantry 1 day a week as to not "burn a bridge" so to speak while I grow my business

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2023.06.09 22:06 konforming I haven’t felt like this in a while. Please read.

There’s this girl (24f) I’m (29m) sort of crushing on (both in same college) because I felt like she was/is showing interest in me. She’s way out of my league and I’m sure she has many options, but it seems she is quite nice with me which is a bit rare I feel. I compare with the friendships I have with other girls. I just don’t want to confuse kindness with interest so its really difficult. Long story short, I get butterflies and can’t stop thinking about this. Been a while since I dated.

- I didn’t say the word “date” so I felt like it was implied. I asked her out to have lunch with me, she said yes, I also asked her to walk with me, and she also said yes (but seemed like she also had some shopping to do for a friend so we did that together). We’ve done a decent amount of things over the past 2 weeks since I moved to this city. I’m a very quiet and shy person and my emotions/anxiety seem to take over sometimes so I barely talk or get flirty. She’s usually the one keeping the convo going and I actively listen and follow through based off surroundings and what she’s saying. Never seen a girl more beautiful so I get tongue tied and lost for words sometimes too.

My only issue is that there might be another guy she’s seeing, but I don’t know if they’re together. I’m too afraid to ask. He’s good looking while I think I’m average so I feel intimidated. He has a car, I don’t because I just moved to a new city. He can take her places, etc.
I asked her to come meet me today because I had a surprise for her. She had plans, but squeezed me in. She even tried to change the timing of her other plan so she can come to mine. She told me a while ago that she wanted to be in a certain professors class in uni. That certain Professor invited me somewhere for a college-run event and I’m taking her to meet her so she can network, etc. after that, we’re heading to a rave.
TLDR: Sorry if this was long. I’m just basically saying she’s showing signs of interest in me, and I’m intimated by this guy she may or may not be seeing. I never ask her if she’s seeing someone, because I feel weird about it. I like to make subtle moves and play the long game so I can get to know a person. I don’t like mind games, manipulation, and touchy flirtation because I respect her boundaries. I also don’t want to intrude on her private life.
I don’t believe in friend zone because I believe you have to be a friend to a girl first before you start dating. You just have to make the right moves and not take too long, otherwise you’ll lose your chance.
Having said that, what do you think my next move should be?
Grateful for your time and help. Please go easy on me. I’m not afraid to say I’m a bit fragile/vulnerable and stressed at the moment. I’m overthinking this and need advice on how and what to do rather than what position I’m in right now with her.
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2023.06.09 21:56 Gallantpride What are some cool Puerto Rican and Dominican related places to visit in NYC?

I'm not talking about restaurants, by the way. I mean places where I can learn about the cultures or such as. Museums, cafes, music stores, poetry clubs, groups, etc, etc.
Edit:
I know of El Barrio Music Center in Lexington and Human Head Records in Brooklyn.
I know of plena and bomba classes like BombaYo and Los Pleneros De La 21, but I'm not sure if I want to try my hand at music.
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2023.06.09 21:49 in_jenneral Everything you think you know about Canada is wrong, and Destination Canada is here to prove it.

Everything you think you know about Canada is wrong, and Destination Canada is here to prove it.
TL;DR: Canada is awesome. Here’s a list of things to do there.
Canada. It’s a frozen tundra. All they eat is poutine. They’re nice but kinda boring. We’ve heard it all, and we’re happy to admit some rumours are true—except the boring part. Any time of year, there’s so much to discover, from food to incredible landscapes, to cool events. So if you’re open, allow us to recommend a few of our favourite things across the country that are perfect for a fall trip.
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Sure, it’s poutine and maple syrup. Except when it’s lobster rolls, made fresh from the day’s catch and served with a side of epic ocean views off the rugged coast of Nova Scotia. Or when it’s Bannock tacos, made with the delicious traditional flatbread of Indigenous communities across Canada, and enjoyed in a moment of true community. You get the idea.
Check out the best restaurants in Canada’s major cities

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Yes — if by “same” you mean “wildly different.” Take fall, for example. In Newfoundland, fall means watching pods of humpback whales as they make their migration south. In Ontario and Quebec, it means gazing over vast panoramas of kaleidoscopic colour as the trees put on their final show of the season. And in the Yukon, it means opening yourself up to the bigger questions of the universe, as you watch the first neon ribbon of the northern lights unfurl across the night sky. Just so we’re all on the “same” page.
See the most beautiful places to enjoy fall in Canada

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It’s true. Once you’re back in bed after stomping your heart out at Nova Scotia’s Celtic Colours Festival, or concert-hopping through Quebec’s Mont Sutton Fall Festival, or roaming the music, film and dance installations of Nuit Blanche Toronto that fill the streets from sunset to sunrise — it can be very, very quiet.
Find fall events and festivals in Canada you won’t want to miss
Here’s one indisputable truth about Canada: Openness permeates everything we do — from our wide open spaces, to our open hearts, to our openness for new ideas and perspectives. So if you think you know Canada, but are open to hearing more, let us surprise you.
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2023.06.09 21:37 blender_guy1 I'm 13 now and I broke up with a girl , yes this is a real story and I wanted to post it on reddit cause why not

hi I'm blender guy I'm 13 years old now but ill be 14 soon in about 2 and a 1/2 months I haven't been on reddit in a while and this isn't my first time in this subreddit if you don't read this entire story that's ok with me where should I start? I guess I should start with the girl I was with who was a grade level lower than me but its ok we're the same age lets call her B since that is the first letter of her name , so how the hell did I end up with her? it started off when we first met I was going home after a long day I saw my grandpa bring our dog snowy to the school everyone was attracted to the dog including a certain girl of course it was B I could tell by the way she acted she was also a dog lover I told her more things about my dog and about myself and she asked if we could be friends I didn't think much of it, I thought I was just gonna get another friend but after talking to her for a few days I started to develop a crush on her but it was really obvious, so what made me attracted to her anyways? well she wasn't really pretty she also wasn't smart and she acted childish sometimes but there was one thing that made me fall for her, she was kind and she had a smile that also made me happy ok that's it? so what she's kind I'm sure there are plenty of girls who are like that, well not really in my school everyone sees me as quite weird and honestly I cant blame them like who would want to be friends with a dumb insecure foolish loser? I got used to that feeling it was as if it was normal to me now but after knowing that this girl didn't care about how i was knowing she's ok with how i am of course i would fall for her although my feeling where wayyyy too obvious and i made the mistake of telling my friend that i had a crush on b and my buddy told everyone else about me having a crush on her of course eventually she would also figure out she asked me "are your feelings for me true?" i answered with a yes she started blushing and i also started blushing after that she said "ok this might sound crazy but i also had a crush on you" i was shocked i never expected to have a girl have a crush on me after that we made our relationship a secret to both our parents ok yes i get it im too young to start dating honestly i didn't care the both of us didn't care we wanted to continue what we started so we ate launch together we shared food we helped each others problems in both school and personal life and i was really happy because i never had a girl take care of me like this in a way i knew she was for me i didn't care what other people think i just wanted to be with her i wanted to make her happy and her only i visited her house twice but she didn't get to visit mine of course all things had to go to an end right? everyone was teasing us about our relationship i didn't care of course im already used to the bs they tease me about already but she wasn't she wasn't ok with this kind of treatment she was scared that her parents would find out about our relationship so she had no choice but to break up with me one thing that i still don't understand till this day is why did she ruin my reputation at school? she told lies about how i hurt her harassed her took her v card and etc everyone was shocked about this of course after some time they figured out that some of the things she said where fake, but till this day i still don't understand why did she do that? anyways like the depressed kid i was i just listened to some breakup music here is a list of them this is what a heartbreak feels like- jvke all girls are the same- ronin all girls are the same and lucid dreams - juice world and a few of xxxtentation's songs mainly the popular ones well what now? i asked myself, i started to repair myself i started to focus on my hobbies and what made me happy but when Christmas came around b gave me a gift she said she was sorry for what she has done and want to be with me again and that she felt bad for what she did also she was wearing a red sweater at the time take note of that after thinking about it for a while i said ok fine but i wont make the same mistakes as last time and everything came back to normal i was happy again i had someone who cared for me again i was ok with the way things are of course people teased us but she was starting to learn on how to ignore them of course fate wasn't on my side next year ill be moving to the uae next year and for her she'll be moving to Canada in 2 years we both had the same fate when we are grade 9 we will be moving to different countries we couldn't take up the reality i was really paranoid and she was really stressed out because of this we both knew that we needed to spend the most time for each other so in the last day of school we said talked i cried and went home but in June 1 there was an event where the student would hang out in the mall watching movies shopping eating playing at the arcade etc we both knew we had to be there so i looked for the best cloths i had and went to our meet up as planned she was dressed beautifully and we walked around ate some ramen and just had a great time it not until her dad found us at the restaurant we where eating at yikes im screwed i explained to her dad that i was just her friend he was cool with it but she had to go home early i talked to her parents and that this is just a misunderstanding and they where cool with me but before she left she game me a box filled with some nice art of me and her with a goodbye note im not gonna write the entire goodbye note because its just as long as this post but in the note it said "hey remember the sweater i had on Christmas? i want you to have it instead in hoped that you'll remember me while you're at the uae and im at Canada" which made me break down in tears while i was going home im sure everyone else found me weird while i was crying at public but it's what ever, i had the sweater she had on Christmas and i still have it till this day i think ill keep while im at the uae but in a way that was the end of our story it was love that didnt last long but a love that thought us both the value of loving someone thats all :) i really hope the mods dont get rid of this lmao i would've wasted all my time😭
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2023.06.09 21:31 bendy1g AITA for telling my father that his response wasn't the right one for the question I asked

Starting this off by saying that I hold no resentment to my father, I am just looking for clarification
I (16m) went with my family ( 3 brothers, mother and father) to dinner at a restaurant. After we finished eating I raised a philosofical question that I saw in some show somewhere: "in the future, if robot ai exists, should it be programed to kll even if klling could save a life?" When I raised it I got a definitive no from my mother while my brothers discussed it more. My father brought up what he called the 3 rules for ai, something he saw in a sci Fi show. I said to him that I'm more interested in hearing his opinion, the conversation continued and after a few minutes he looked it up and started quoting the 3 rules, my mother said that the things he was quoting aren't what I asked and he still continued saying it, after a few seconds I raised my voice a little bit and said: that is not my question though and he stopped talking
After the meal my brother took me aside and said I was completely in the wrong and disrespectful and I should apoligize to him, I disagreed and said that I told him multiple times and he wasn't listening.
So am I the ah? My father is now being distant and barley talking to me even though I'm leaving to a different country for a week tommorow
Edit: to clarify, I didn't yell at him and only barely raised my voice, I worded it like that because that's what my brother told me
Edit 2: from the comments so far I can tell the general opinion is that I'm TAH, I understand what I did wrong thank you for everyone for clarifying it Also for the person who asked if I'm autistic I will look into it
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2023.06.09 21:30 the_jinx_of_jinxstar What do you think Mark Levin’s response to the documents case? What’s the end game?

Here is the clip from Fox News in question
https://twitter.com/DonaldJTrumpJstatus/1666988505786986497?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1666988505786986497%7Ctwgr%5E26fb09e8b792755a9cd059bee1f90b6cf1a36cff%7Ctwcon%5Es1_c10&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.huffpost.com%2Fentry%2Fmark-levin-screaming-donald-trump-second-indictment_n_64831cd1e4b0756ff85d2a92
So. I guess this hits on a lot of the talking points I keep seeing on here that are misinformed or false.
From Axios
The 49-page indictment includes 37 felony counts against Trump related to retaining classified information and obstruction of justice.
The indictment says that during his presidency, Trump collected notes, photos, letters, and other official records, and stored them in boxes.
Among those records were "hundreds of classified documents," the indictment says, that "included information regarding defense and weapons capabilities of both the United States and foreign countries; United States nuclear programs; potential vulnerabilities of the United States and its allies to military attack; and plans for possible retaliation in response to a foreign attack.”
When Trump left the White House, "scores of boxes, many of which contained classified documents," were transported to his home at Mar-a-Lago in Florida.
The boxes with classified documents were stored “in various locations” at Mar-a-Lago, per the indictment, including “in a ballroom, a bathroom and shower, an office space, his bedroom, and a storage room.”
Details: The indictment includes 31 separate counts of willful retention of national defense information under the Espionage Act.
The indictment says Trump showed classified documents to others two different times in 2021, including at Trump National Golf Club in Bedminster, N.J., when he shared the documents with “a writer, a publisher, and two members of his staff, none of whom possessed a security clearance.”
“Trump showed and described a ‘plan of attack’ that Trump said was prepared for him by the Department of Defense and a senior military official,” the indictment reads.
Walt Nauta, an aide to Trump, is named as a co-conspirator in the indictment.
Both Nauta and Trump face one count of conspiracy to obstruct justice.
“The purpose of the conspiracy was for [Trump] to keep classified documents he has taken with him from the White House and to hide and conceal them from a federal grand jury,” according to the indictment.
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Given the above information. That contradicts a number of right wing talking points, Including what Mr. Levin ranted about, what would it take for the narrative to turn? Like… I’m no fan of Joe Biden. He should be prosecuted and indicted as well. Sadly the Trump administration made it precedent that sitting presidents can’t be indicted and I’m somewhat glad because I would hate a president Harris even more. So please don’t do the whataboutism… I feel like there is a sunk cost fallacy on the right after years of supporting this grifting showman who has skirted the law on so many occasions. When I see fox put forward these types of rants all I can think is “oh the company who was just sued for nearly a billion dollars for lying? Why should I trust them or anything further right for any information?”
What is the problem with law and order? Why do so many on here defend this guy? He’s not worth it… is there a fear that he’ll take everyone down with him destroying the GOP? Is there a fear that you have been lied to for years and bought it? Like… I don’t get the defense of this guy or the argument it’s politically motivated. I feel like DOJ and FBI gave trump incredibly leniency when asking him to return documents… they did everything they could to not subpoena him. Then to give him chance after chance to come forward… he fought everything and claimed he declassified the documents the FBI planted at his residence. I have seen goalpost after goalpost moved for this guy why? You don’t have to carry water for him?
How do you honestly think history will regard this moment? I consider myself a bull moose progressive. Idealizing what the conservative movement of yesteryear represented. Since my first ballot cast in 2000 I no longer see anything but anger (see above video) and misinformation and parroting. Please… how will this moment be remembered?
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2023.06.09 21:25 IvorFreyrsson A Hellish Offer, Ch. 2

[First] / Next
After sitting, Markus realized that he would need to exchange his money for the local currency. He rushed back into the airport and found an exchange service. He traded nearly a thousand dollars for yen, receiving nearly 140 thousand yen, in bills and coins. Thanking the trader, he rushed back outside to wait for his bus.
As he was waiting, he spied a taxi nearby and wondered if it would be better. He walked over and knocked on the window.
“_I’m sorry, excuse me? How much to get to Rikyuan Kyoto Nishikyogoku?_”
The driver blinked twice and looked at this rude American. “_Nine thousand. No less._”
Markus slid into the back seat and fished out ten thousand yen, and handed it to the driver.
Thank you, sir. Today is my first day in your country, and I would just like to get to my room and sleep. I have an important meeting tomorrow, and I’d like to be as refreshed as possible,_” While Markus’ Japanese wasn’t great, it _was passable, and better than most Americans.
The driver grunted an acknowledgement, and off they sped into the night. Along the way, Markus watched the lit streets for anything recognizable. Finding little beyond 7-11 gas stations and some obvious convenience stores, he quizzed the driver.
“_Excuse me? Where can I find a stylist? I’d like to look my best for my meeting._”
“_A stylist? For hair? You’re as bald as a baby. Or do you mean that mop on your face?_”
Markus looked sharply at the rearview mirror, only to see the smiling, mirthful eyes of the driver. He laughed softly. “_Yes, friend. I’d like to get this unruly mop tamed. Do you have any suggestions?_”
The driver was quiet for a moment, apparently thinking. “_One moment, please. I have to call him,_” he said as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.
“_Yes? Gen-kun? You want to make some money? Got an American here. Needs his beard taken care of professionally. Says he has an important business meeting tomorrow. Where? I dunno. Let me ask._” The driver spoke up to Markus. “_Hey, man. Where did you say this meeting was?_”
“_Uh…A place called Kitcho Arashiyama, I think. Why?_”
The driver let out a low whistle. “_Kitcho, huh? They must have some money. Hey! This offer will be amazing, man! You better take it. Not everyone can afford to eat there._”
“_Really? I think we are just meeting for tea, though. I don’t even know this man. Just got a letter out of the blue, and here I am. A lonely gaijin here in your amazingly beautiful country for the first, and probably last, time. I hope I’ve not been tricked. The gods have been merciless toward me lately,_” Markus replied.
“_Gen-kun? You hear all that? He’s going to Kitcho. Do him up right, and we might be taken care of, too! Okay. Okay. I’ll tell him. Bye, bro._”
Markus laughed softly. “_I’ll tell you what. If I land this job, or whatever it’s going to be, and it’s lucrative enough, I’ll call on you and your brother to drive me around and make sure I am as presentable as possible, and I’ll make sure you two are taken care of. How does that sound?_”
The driver looked up in the mirror, awe evident on his face. “_You would do that? A lowly cab driver like me and a hair stylist like my brother?_” he asked quietly.
“_Absolutely. I reward kindness with kindness my friend. I don’t have much right now, but if this goes well enough, I will take care of you and your brother._”
“You have a deal, American. What is your name?”
“Your English is pretty good. I am Markus Barton. And you are?”
“I am glad to meet you, Barton-san. I am Kimura Atsuki.”
“Thank you, Kimura-san.”
Atsuki grunted an acknowledgement and refocused on the road. In a few more minutes, they arrived at the small inn.
Markus got out, retrieving his bag from the back seat. Atsuki exited as well, taking a good look at this surprisingly kind, yet rude, American.
He saw a man, heavily built, with a bushy black beard that reached down to the middle of his chest. Broad shoulders that wouldn’t be out of place for a farmhand, but decidedly odd for a salaryman. A slightly too small t-shirt clung to his body, showing a bit of a beer belly, and most interesting of all, he seemed to be wearing a black skirt.
“_Barton-san? Why do you wear a woman’s skirt?_”
“_Hmm? Oh this? This isn’t a woman’s skirt. It’s called a kilt. It comes from the people of the British Isles. My family comes from that area, and once I tried it on, I was hooked. No pants for me ever again._”
“_Huh. You learn something new every day._”
“_Here is my contact information, Kimura-san. I will call on you should I take the offer. By the way, do you know of any decent restaurants or noodle shops in the area? I’m hungry._”
Atsuki laughed loudly. “_You were my last fare. I will wait, and then take my new friend out for dinner at a good place. Go. Check in, and I’ll see you back here._”
Markus smiled and nodded. He rushed inside and took care of business, being shown to a room on the ground floor. He deposited his bag inside, just past the genkan, locked the door, and returned to his new friend, hopping back in the taxi, to explore what Kyoto had to offer.
Atsuki took an appraising look at Markus. Nodding his head with a finality, he said, “_I am taking you to a good ramen-ya. You say you are hungry, and I say you will eat. Let’s go!_” He smiled and slapped the dashboard of his taxi, taking off into the night.
Atsuki and Markus chatted in a mish-mash of English and Japanese, getting to know each other as well as they could in the fifteen minute drive to the ramen-ya.
It turned out that Atsuki was recently divorced from his wife of four years and had no children. He and his brother, Gen, lived in a modest apartment not terribly far from the Rikyuan that Markus was staying at. He was an avid gamer, something of a shut-in, and had a collection of U.S coins.
I am only missing the Arkansas _(he pronounced the final ‘S’), and the Marysland state quarters for 2022. I have the other years already. They are in mint condition and sealed in special bags so that they do not tarnish. Pretty neat, huh?_”
Markus gave him a lopsided grin. “_Have you ever met another American, Kimura-san?_” When Atsuki gave him a negative answer, Markus nodded. “_Very well. I shall help you some. I’m not really into coin collecting, but I think it’s pretty neat that you are. You’re the only person I know who is, if I’m honest. The state names are pronounced like this: Arr-can-saw and Maryland. There isn’t an ‘s’ in Maryland. I know it seems like there should be, but there isn’t. I can’t really tell you why Arkansas is said the way that it is, though. I don’t think I have either of those two quarters on me, though. Let me look._”
Markus dug around in his left pocket, pulling out the change there. He shuffled through the coins, not expecting to find anything larger than a dime, but came across a quarter. He unlocked his phone, using the screen to illuminate his findings. It was a 2022 quarter, but it was Hawai’i, not either of the ones Atsuki needed.
“_Nope. Just Hawai’i. Sorry, man._”
“_Bah. Thank you for looking, though. You’re a good man. I appreciate it very much. Ah. We are here. It may be just a little hole in the wall, but it happens to be one of my favorites. I apologize for the traffic. We would be here in half the time, had it not been bad,_” Atsuki said.
Markus smiled. “_Fifteen minutes is a short drive where I’m from. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy some ramen, yeah?_” he asked.
Atsuki nodded with a smile, and the pair walked in. Markus noticed that the shop was sparsely populated with people, and the gentleman behind the counter was relaxing with a book. Decidedly odd.
“_Yo, Komamura-san! Two bowls of tonkatsu with lots of chashu for me and my new friend, Barton-san! Firm, please. Thank you._”
Komamura grunted a reply and set about making the requested ramen, and the pair sat at the counter. Atsuki ordered a beer for both of them, and the two chatted and ate for quite some time.
At least until the shop began to get busy. When Atsuki noticed the line beginning to form outside, he paid the bill and thanked the chef.
Komamura glared at Markus for a moment, his face devoid of expression. “_Why did you bring a gaijin to my shop, punk?_”
“_This gaijin, my friend, has an interview tomorrow at Kitcho. He has promised to take care of my brother and I if he gets the job. Right, Barton-san?_” Atsuki shot back.
“_He is right, Komamura-san. If I do well, I will do what I can for the brothers. Kimura-san has been very helpful to me, and if his brother can tame this mop on my face, I’ll help him, too,_” Markus said, gazing softly at the older man.
Komamura grunted a reply and returned to his customers. As the pair were leaving, he shouted “_Good luck, Barton-san! You’re still a punk, Kimura-kun!_” and laughed loudly.
“_What was that about, Kimura-san?_” Markus asked as they got back in the car.
“_Ahhh… I might have stolen a few bowls in my younger days from old man Komamura-san. He never called the cops or anything. Just made me and my brother clean his shop when I did. He’s a good man, and I try to pay him back every time I come, but he never takes it. So, in return, I try to drive as much business to him that I can,_” Atsuki replied, somewhat embarrassed.
“_I see. Well, it is good that you are trying to correct your past wrongs. I’d say the old man has a fondness for you. You’re a good man, Kimura-san,_” Markus stated with finality.
“_Bah. I’m still a punk kid. I’m just lucky it was Komamura-san that I stole from. Other ramen-ya are said to be tied with our local gangs. I don’t ever want to step out of line again, so I stick with Komamura-san. He’s safe. The last time a gang tried to tangle with him, he sent them all running. He may not look like it now, but the old man used to be quite the fighter back in his younger days,_” Atsuki explained.
Markus nodded and yawned. He checked his phone. Good grief, it was already two in the morning. “_Kimura-san. It’s late, and I’ve been on a long flight. Plus I’ve my meeting tomorrow. I’m sorry to ask, but could you please take me back to my room?_” he asked, his face a mask of apology.
“_What? How late?_” Atsuki checked his watch, and saw the time. “_Oh shit. I should get home, too. My shift starts in four hours,_” Atsuki explained, heading back to Markus’ room.
The pair rode in relative silence for the remarkably shorter trip back. Markus exited the vehicle and turned to Atsuki. “_Thank you, Kimura-san. If tonight and tomorrow are all I have in Japan, You’ve made it all the richer. Be safe getting home,_” he said with a smile and a polite bow.
“_Let me know how it goes, yeah? I’ll send you a message so you have my number. Good luck, my friend!_” he called back, and drove off into the night.
Markus stumbled to his door, and went in. Shucking his shoes at the genkan, he stripped and fell into the surprisingly soft bed. He was asleep in moments.
Waking to his alarm always sucked. Markus reached out blindly and grabbed his phone. Shit, it was already noon. He checked his messages and saw a few from an unknown number. It was Atsuki. Apparently, he and his brother would be over in roughly forty-five minutes.
That gave Markus just enough time to shower and get dressed for his meeting. Hopefully. He scrambled for the shower, and got himself clean and dressed in thirty minutes. He was sitting there on the bed when he heard a knock at the door.
Opening the door, he saw the smiling face of Atsuki and a younger, much more shy man behind him.
“_Barton-san! I have brought my brother, Gen-kun and he will tame that mop on your face! Ha!_” Atsuki said jovially as he and his brother bowed respectfully and entered the small room.
“_I am so sorry, Barton-san. I speak no English. Forgive me,_” Gen said sorrowfully.
“_Think nothing of it, my friend. I understand you well enough. I only hope my Japanese is good enough for you,_” Markus replied with a soft smile on his face.
Gen nodded with a smile and set his bags down. He certainly carried a lot of product with him. Markus watched with interest as he set various amber-colored glass vials down, along with a bottle of yellowish oil. He also set out several tins with screw-on tops. Most interestingly, he had what looked like a spice shaker filled with coffee beans.
“_So, what do you have here?_” Markus asked the younger man.
“_I have various scented oils that I will blend for you to bring out your manly scent. It will be tailored specifically to you, Barton-san. No other may wear it and smell quite so nice,_” Gen explained.
“_Neat. So what is in the metal boxes?_”
“_Different lightly scented balms to help moisturize your “mop” of a beard. How do you want it styled?_” he asked.
“_I was thinking of a pair of braids, honestly. Or a single, thicker one if you think that would look better. I also brought some jewelry to put in it,_” Markus explained.
“_Show me._”
Markus fished in his bag and pulled out a small bag with a few metal beads in it. They all had different designs. Gen gently took it and selected a few after some moments of thought. \ \ “_These are what you will wear. Now be quiet. I need you still, calm and quiet for the next few minutes,_” Gen said to Markus.
Markus nodded, closing his eyes as Gen closed his own, centering himself.
“_I will drive you, Barton-san. You need not worry with me around!_”
“_Quiet, brother. I am concentrating._”
Sorry.”
Gen sat still for several more minutes, then opened his eyes. He leaned in, sniffing Markus by his neck, behind his ears and even the top of his head. He lifted his arms and smelled his armpits, his back and his chest. Markus was certain he’d just been violated, but was too intrigued to say anything.
Wordlessly, Gen turned to his vials and opened three of them. Inhaling the aroma of the coffee first, he sniffed each vial in turn. Shaking his head, he closed one, and selected another. This pattern went on with periodic sniffs from the coffee until Gen had three vials in front of him. Taking an empty vial from another bag, he opened it. Wordlessly he dripped several droplets of the various scented oils into the empty vial, then filled it from the bottle of yellowish oil. He shook this concoction up, thoroughly mixing the blend.
Next, he opened each of the tins in turn, sniffing them and rejecting a few. In the end, he had two left, and proffered them to Markus.
“_Choose._”
Markus, confused, took first one, and then the other, smelling each. “_What does the oil smell like? Am I to pick one that compliments it?_” he asked.
“_No. They both do that. Which do you prefer?_” was the answer he received.
“_This one, then,_” Markus said, handing one to Gen.
Gen took the small tin and set it aside, and then concentrated on Markus’ beard. It was freshly cleaned and slightly damp. Gen took a towel and gently dried Markus’ face. Afterwards, he generously applied the oil to his hands and massaged it into Markus’ face. Markus recoiled slightly from the unusual scent, then gave a nod of approval.
Gen grinned. His gift had yet to let him down. He oiled his clients face, then massaged the balm into his hair. Such a lovely beard. Long, thick and curly. Just as it should be. Once his beard was tamed, he put a pair of braids in it, each hanging down from roughly the corners of his mouth. Once he was satisfied with their length and evenness, he slipped a barrel bead over each braid. They had a curious symbol on them, but his favorite were the pair of oni skulls the man had, that he slipped on under the barrel beads. These were surely the secret to his amazing looks and presence. To have a pair of oni looking after you was especially noteworthy. In his mind, at least.
Finishing his work, he handed Markus a mirror. Markus examined himself and smiled. “_This is perfect, my friend. Let’s get the final ties on them, and we can head out!_” Markus exclaimed as he looked at his phone. It was nearing three-thirty. How had two hours elapsed already?
Gen finished the work in front of him and nodded. “_I can do no more. I would surely be treading upon God’s territory if I tried. Get him to his meeting, Brother. I have a good feeling!_” Gen exclaimed.
Markus thanked the younger man and pressed a few bills into his hand. He rose, slipping on his new boots, and together with Atsuki, walked out to the car.
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2023.06.09 21:25 IvorFreyrsson A Hellish Offer, Ch. 2

After sitting, Markus realized that he would need to exchange his money for the local currency. He rushed back into the airport and found an exchange service. He traded nearly a thousand dollars for yen, receiving nearly 140 thousand yen, in bills and coins. Thanking the trader, he rushed back outside to wait for his bus.
As he was waiting, he spied a taxi nearby and wondered if it would be better. He walked over and knocked on the window.
I’m sorry, excuse me? How much to get to Rikyuan Kyoto Nishikyogoku?
The driver blinked twice and looked at this rude American. “Nine thousand. No less.
Markus slid into the back seat and fished out ten thousand yen, and handed it to the driver.
Thank you, sir. Today is my first day in your country, and I would just like to get to my room and sleep. I have an important meeting tomorrow, and I’d like to be as refreshed as possible,” While Markus’ Japanese wasn’t great, it was passable, and better than most Americans.
The driver grunted an acknowledgement, and off they sped into the night. Along the way, Markus watched the lit streets for anything recognizable. Finding little beyond 7-11 gas stations and some obvious convenience stores, he quizzed the driver.
Excuse me? Where can I find a stylist? I’d like to look my best for my meeting.
A stylist? For hair? You’re as bald as a baby. Or do you mean that mop on your face?
Markus looked sharply at the rearview mirror, only to see the smiling, mirthful eyes of the driver. He laughed softly. “Yes, friend. I’d like to get this unruly mop tamed. Do you have any suggestions?
The driver was quiet for a moment, apparently thinking. “One moment, please. I have to call him,” he said as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.
Yes? Gen-kun? You want to make some money? Got an American here. Needs his beard taken care of professionally. Says he has an important business meeting tomorrow. Where? I dunno. Let me ask.” The driver spoke up to Markus. “Hey, man. Where did you say this meeting was?
Uh…A place called Kitcho Arashiyama, I think. Why?
The driver let out a low whistle. “Kitcho, huh? They must have some money. Hey! This offer will be amazing, man! You better take it. Not everyone can afford to eat there.
Really? I think we are just meeting for tea, though. I don’t even know this man. Just got a letter out of the blue, and here I am. A lonely gaijin here in your amazingly beautiful country for the first, and probably last, time. I hope I’ve not been tricked. The gods have been merciless toward me lately,” Markus replied.
Gen-kun? You hear all that? He’s going to Kitcho. Do him up right, and we might be taken care of, too! Okay. Okay. I’ll tell him. Bye, bro.
Markus laughed softly. “I’ll tell you what. If I land this job, or whatever it’s going to be, and it’s lucrative enough, I’ll call on you and your brother to drive me around and make sure I am as presentable as possible, and I’ll make sure you two are taken care of. How does that sound?
The driver looked up in the mirror, awe evident on his face. “You would do that? A lowly cab driver like me and a hair stylist like my brother?” he asked quietly.
Absolutely. I reward kindness with kindness my friend. I don’t have much right now, but if this goes well enough, I will take care of you and your brother.
“You have a deal, American. What is your name?”
“Your English is pretty good. I am Markus Barton. And you are?”
“I am glad to meet you, Barton-san. I am Kimura Atsuki.”
“Thank you, Kimura-san.”
Atsuki grunted an acknowledgement and refocused on the road. In a few more minutes, they arrived at the small inn.
Markus got out, retrieving his bag from the back seat. Atsuki exited as well, taking a good look at this surprisingly kind, yet rude, American.
He saw a man, heavily built, with a bushy black beard that reached down to the middle of his chest. Broad shoulders that wouldn’t be out of place for a farmhand, but decidedly odd for a salaryman. A slightly too small t-shirt clung to his body, showing a bit of a beer belly, and most interesting of all, he seemed to be wearing a black skirt.
Barton-san? Why do you wear a woman’s skirt?
Hmm? Oh this? This isn’t a woman’s skirt. It’s called a kilt. It comes from the people of the British Isles. My family comes from that area, and once I tried it on, I was hooked. No pants for me ever again.
Huh. You learn something new every day.
Here is my contact information, Kimura-san. I will call on you should I take the offer. By the way, do you know of any decent restaurants or noodle shops in the area? I’m hungry.
Atsuki laughed loudly. “You were my last fare. I will wait, and then take my new friend out for dinner at a good place. Go. Check in, and I’ll see you back here.
Markus smiled and nodded. He rushed inside and took care of business, being shown to a room on the ground floor. He deposited his bag inside, just past the genkan, locked the door, and returned to his new friend, hopping back in the taxi, to explore what Kyoto had to offer.
Atsuki took an appraising look at Markus. Nodding his head with a finality, he said, “I am taking you to a good ramen-ya. You say you are hungry, and I say you will eat. Let’s go!” He smiled and slapped the dashboard of his taxi, taking off into the night.
Atsuki and Markus chatted in a mish-mash of English and Japanese, getting to know each other as well as they could in the fifteen minute drive to the ramen-ya.
It turned out that Atsuki was recently divorced from his wife of four years and had no children. He and his brother, Gen, lived in a modest apartment not terribly far from the Rikyuan that Markus was staying at. He was an avid gamer, something of a shut-in, and had a collection of U.S coins.
I am only missing the Arkansas (he pronounced the final ‘S’), and the Marysland state quarters for 2022. I have the other years already. They are in mint condition and sealed in special bags so that they do not tarnish. Pretty neat, huh?
Markus gave him a lopsided grin. “Have you ever met another American, Kimura-san?” When Atsuki gave him a negative answer, Markus nodded. “Very well. I shall help you some. I’m not really into coin collecting, but I think it’s pretty neat that you are. You’re the only person I know who is, if I’m honest. The state names are pronounced like this: Arr-can-saw and Maryland. There isn’t an ‘s’ in Maryland. I know it seems like there should be, but there isn’t. I can’t really tell you why Arkansas is said the way that it is, though. I don’t think I have either of those two quarters on me, though. Let me look.
Markus dug around in his left pocket, pulling out the change there. He shuffled through the coins, not expecting to find anything larger than a dime, but came across a quarter. He unlocked his phone, using the screen to illuminate his findings. It was a 2022 quarter, but it was Hawai’i, not either of the ones Atsuki needed.
Nope. Just Hawai’i. Sorry, man.
Bah. Thank you for looking, though. You’re a good man. I appreciate it very much. Ah. We are here. It may be just a little hole in the wall, but it happens to be one of my favorites. I apologize for the traffic. We would be here in half the time, had it not been bad,” Atsuki said.
Markus smiled. “Fifteen minutes is a short drive where I’m from. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy some ramen, yeah?” he asked.
Atsuki nodded with a smile, and the pair walked in. Markus noticed that the shop was sparsely populated with people, and the gentleman behind the counter was relaxing with a book. Decidedly odd.
Yo, Komamura-san! Two bowls of tonkatsu with lots of chashu for me and my new friend, Barton-san! Firm, please. Thank you.
Komamura grunted a reply and set about making the requested ramen, and the pair sat at the counter. Atsuki ordered a beer for both of them, and the two chatted and ate for quite some time.
At least until the shop began to get busy. When Atsuki noticed the line beginning to form outside, he paid the bill and thanked the chef.
Komamura glared at Markus for a moment, his face devoid of expression. “Why did you bring a gaijin to my shop, punk?
This gaijin, my friend, has an interview tomorrow at Kitcho. He has promised to take care of my brother and I if he gets the job. Right, Barton-san?” Atsuki shot back.
He is right, Komamura-san. If I do well, I will do what I can for the brothers. Kimura-san has been very helpful to me, and if his brother can tame this mop on my face, I’ll help him, too,” Markus said, gazing softly at the older man.
Komamura grunted a reply and returned to his customers. As the pair were leaving, he shouted “Good luck, Barton-san! You’re still a punk, Kimura-kun!” and laughed loudly.
What was that about, Kimura-san?” Markus asked as they got back in the car.
Ahhh… I might have stolen a few bowls in my younger days from old man Komamura-san. He never called the cops or anything. Just made me and my brother clean his shop when I did. He’s a good man, and I try to pay him back every time I come, but he never takes it. So, in return, I try to drive as much business to him that I can,” Atsuki replied, somewhat embarrassed.
I see. Well, it is good that you are trying to correct your past wrongs. I’d say the old man has a fondness for you. You’re a good man, Kimura-san,” Markus stated with finality.
Bah. I’m still a punk kid. I’m just lucky it was Komamura-san that I stole from. Other ramen-ya are said to be tied with our local gangs. I don’t ever want to step out of line again, so I stick with Komamura-san. He’s safe. The last time a gang tried to tangle with him, he sent them all running. He may not look like it now, but the old man used to be quite the fighter back in his younger days,” Atsuki explained.
Markus nodded and yawned. He checked his phone. Good grief, it was already two in the morning. “Kimura-san. It’s late, and I’ve been on a long flight. Plus I’ve my meeting tomorrow. I’m sorry to ask, but could you please take me back to my room?” he asked, his face a mask of apology.
What? How late?” Atsuki checked his watch, and saw the time. “Oh shit. I should get home, too. My shift starts in four hours,” Atsuki explained, heading back to Markus’ room.
The pair rode in relative silence for the remarkably shorter trip back. Markus exited the vehicle and turned to Atsuki. “Thank you, Kimura-san. If tonight and tomorrow are all I have in Japan, You’ve made it all the richer. Be safe getting home,” he said with a smile and a polite bow.
Let me know how it goes, yeah? I’ll send you a message so you have my number. Good luck, my friend!” he called back, and drove off into the night.
Markus stumbled to his door, and went in. Shucking his shoes at the genkan, he stripped and fell into the surprisingly soft bed. He was asleep in moments.
**********
Waking to his alarm always sucked. Markus reached out blindly and grabbed his phone. Shit, it was already noon. He checked his messages and saw a few from an unknown number. It was Atsuki. Apparently, he and his brother would be over in roughly forty-five minutes.
That gave Markus just enough time to shower and get dressed for his meeting. Hopefully. He scrambled for the shower, and got himself clean and dressed in thirty minutes. He was sitting there on the bed when he heard a knock at the door.
Opening the door, he saw the smiling face of Atsuki and a younger, much more shy man behind him.
Barton-san! I have brought my brother, Gen-kun and he will tame that mop on your face! Ha!” Atsuki said jovially as he and his brother bowed respectfully and entered the small room.
I am so sorry, Barton-san. I speak no English. Forgive me,” Gen said sorrowfully.
Think nothing of it, my friend. I understand you well enough. I only hope my Japanese is good enough for you,” Markus replied with a soft smile on his face.
Gen nodded with a smile and set his bags down. He certainly carried a lot of product with him. Markus watched with interest as he set various amber-colored glass vials down, along with a bottle of yellowish oil. He also set out several tins with screw-on tops. Most interestingly, he had what looked like a spice shaker filled with coffee beans.
So, what do you have here?” Markus asked the younger man.
I have various scented oils that I will blend for you to bring out your manly scent. It will be tailored specifically to you, Barton-san. No other may wear it and smell quite so nice,” Gen explained.
Neat. So what is in the metal boxes?
Different lightly scented balms to help moisturize your “mop” of a beard. How do you want it styled?” he asked.
I was thinking of a pair of braids, honestly. Or a single, thicker one if you think that would look better. I also brought some jewelry to put in it,” Markus explained.
Show me.
Markus fished in his bag and pulled out a small bag with a few metal beads in it. They all had different designs. Gen gently took it and selected a few after some moments of thought. “These are what you will wear. Now be quiet. I need you still, calm and quiet for the next few minutes,” Gen said to Markus.
Markus nodded, closing his eyes as Gen closed his own, centering himself.
I will drive you, Barton-san. You need not worry with me around!
Quiet, brother. I am concentrating.
Sorry.”
Gen sat still for several more minutes, then opened his eyes. He leaned in, sniffing Markus by his neck, behind his ears and even the top of his head. He lifted his arms and smelled his armpits, his back and his chest. Markus was certain he’d just been violated, but was too intrigued to say anything.
Wordlessly, Gen turned to his vials and opened three of them. Inhaling the aroma of the coffee first, he sniffed each vial in turn. Shaking his head, he closed one, and selected another. This pattern went on with periodic sniffs from the coffee until Gen had three vials in front of him. Taking an empty vial from another bag, he opened it. Wordlessly he dripped several droplets of the various scented oils into the empty vial, then filled it from the bottle of yellowish oil. He shook this concoction up, thoroughly mixing the blend.
Next, he opened each of the tins in turn, sniffing them and rejecting a few. In the end, he had two left, and proffered them to Markus.
Choose.
Markus, confused, took first one, and then the other, smelling each. “What does the oil smell like? Am I to pick one that compliments it?” he asked.
No. They both do that. Which do you prefer?” was the answer he received.
This one, then,” Markus said, handing one to Gen.
Gen took the small tin and set it aside, and then concentrated on Markus’ beard. It was freshly cleaned and slightly damp. Gen took a towel and gently dried Markus’ face. Afterwards, he generously applied the oil to his hands and massaged it into Markus’ face. Markus recoiled slightly from the unusual scent, then gave a nod of approval.
Gen grinned. His gift had yet to let him down. He oiled his clients face, then massaged the balm into his hair. Such a lovely beard. Long, thick and curly. Just as it should be. Once his beard was tamed, he put a pair of braids in it, each hanging down from roughly the corners of his mouth. Once he was satisfied with their length and evenness, he slipped a barrel bead over each braid. They had a curious symbol on them, but his favorite were the pair of oni skulls the man had, that he slipped on under the barrel beads. These were surely the secret to his amazing looks and presence. To have a pair of oni looking after you was especially noteworthy. In his mind, at least.
Finishing his work, he handed Markus a mirror. Markus examined himself and smiled. “This is perfect, my friend. Let’s get the final ties on them, and we can head out!” Markus exclaimed as he looked at his phone. It was nearing three-thirty. How had two hours elapsed already?
Gen finished the work in front of him and nodded. “I can do no more. I would surely be treading upon God’s territory if I tried. Get him to his meeting, Brother. I have a good feeling!” Gen exclaimed.
Markus thanked the younger man and pressed a few bills into his hand. He rose, slipping on his new boots, and together with Atsuki, walked out to the car.
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2023.06.09 21:09 WyloMilo Need football friends

I was abroad for some time and came back recently, I picked up playing football when I left the country and now I wanna get into it again. I don’t really know ppl that play here (trablis) so I was wondering if there were any clubs I can go practice with or anyway other solution? I’m so eager to play
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2023.06.09 21:03 Legitimate-Tap-150 Podcast Topics/Golfing Suggestions

Hey y'all, this is mainly directed at Blarg and Soup, but I just listened to an episode of the podcast while working and y'all were talking about golfing and stuff down south in Soup's neck of the woods but the bungalow was really expensive, but I got back from the Knoxville Tennessee area recently and it arguably has the best environment I've personally ever been in. It has some of the best golfing in the country and the weather is perfect all year round, with PLENTY of great bars and restaurants all over the place. I personally recommend Daddy Mac's in Farragut, which is just around 15-30 minutes outside of Knoxville. They have amazing barbeque and they always have live country bands playing at night, and some regulars that get kicked out quite often for harassing customers. One lady asked me every single thing about my life, I told her I'm just visiting from Arizona and she continued to ask where I went to school and if I have any weed to give her. I'm 17 and don't look much older than that. Anyways, I look forward to the next episode of the podcast and I hope y'all are doing great things with the music and taking care of yourselves.
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