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how come the media never mentions that a black on white crime could be ratially motivated?

The club was called The Temple, but it smelled like a strange, chemical cocktail of expensive incense and the heavy scent of citrus. It was a clean smell, but it felt wrong. Slan led the way, her hips swinging with a slow mechanical precision that seemed to sync up with the heartbeat of the subwoofers. Behind her, Farnese looked like she was barely awake, her eyes wide and glazed. Molda walked in the rear somehow managing to massage my testicles from behind. "I am full-on wet," Molda breathed against the shell of my ear, her hand becoming even more insistent, the slick heat of her palm bleeding through the fabric of my trousers. Slan stopped at the centre of the VIP loft, where a massive slab of reinforced, high-grade polymer sat bolted to the floor. It was a transparent table on top of the floor, which was also transparent. She reached out and thumbed a button set on a pillar made of steel. The polymer reacted instantly. There was a low hum that could be heard, and the table began to melt and reform. The polymer began to soften, becoming supple as it expanded outward across the transparent floor. Within seconds, the table had transformed into a sprawling transparent bed. It sat directly over the transparent floor, allowing the people below to see us. Slan, Molda, and Farnese took off their clothes and mine and pulled me down onto the surface. The material was warm and surprisingly soft. As we settled into the centre, we began to have sex. Slan and Molda began sucking on my testicles while Farnese took my entire penis into her mouth, sliding deep down her throat. I could see the crowd below me watching us, but I couldn't see anything clearly. All I could make out were the dark shapes of hundreds of heads moving beneath us. Slan looked up for a brief second, her eyes locking onto mine with a cold, triumphant smirk, before she went back to her work with Molda. The friction of their tongues combined with the vacuum of Farnese's throat was becoming too much to handle. My hips bucked off the warm, soft surface of the bed, my fingers digging into the edges of the material as my vision began to swim. The pressure was reaching a breaking point. I gripped the edges of the polymer bed as my body arched, my muscles tensing under the combined force of their mouths. Every time Farnese slid down, I could feel my penis hitting the back of her throat. Slan and Molda noticed my reaction and stepped up their pace, their tongues flicking and swirling with even more intensityPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Curious how they arrive at the number 50 😆

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anyone know where I can get or specifically the brands that specialise in those heavy-duty weighted vests typically used for advanced strength or conditioning workouts that you can get online either from the UK or have worldwide shipping that go from 60kg and upwards

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Svore Vraahk, also known to Gears as The Impaler, the Locust Blight commander that led the Scorched Legion of the Locust Army.

A veteran of the Lambent War, Vraahk was chosen by Uzil RAAM to lead his army on Emergence Day during the battle of Kalona.

For his actions in the Lambent War, he was bestowed the unique rank of Svore, meaning "He Who Has Been Scorched", by Queen Myrrah.

Vraahk followed Locust tactics of eliminating the leaders of not just the COG Army, but of civilian organizations, as well, such as the Kalona City Police Department.

Vraahk was killed on the Allfathers Legacy Bridge by Sergeant Marcus Fenix, who dismembered him before destroying the bridge, sending Vraahk into the Kostra River.

Early life
Little is known about Vraahk's early life, except that he lived in Nexus. Nearly a decade before Emergence Day, various indigenous creatures of the Hollow and Locusts began suffering from a parasitic infection called Lambency, caused by direct Imulsion exposure.

The Imulsion parasite colonized its host, turning it Lambent and compelling to infect or kill those who aren't Lambent. Upon death, their bodies would explode, causing a resulting plague within the Inner Hollow.

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I stepped away from the central thoroughfare, leaving behind the deafening roar of a commerce that knew no horizon. The main street was a blinding ribbon of solid, burnished gold, so polished that the abyss below was perfectly mirrored beneath his feet. It gave the terrifying illusion that I was walking upon a thin sheet of yellow glass suspended over an infinite dark vacuum. I turned into a narrower passage where the architecture grew dense and suffocating. Here, the gold of the walls was encrusted with raw, unhewn diamonds that jutted out like the jagged teeth of a beast. The light from the lamps hit these facets, shattering into thousands of cold white needles that pierced the gloom of the alley. Near the end of this narrow throat of stone and gem, the gravity began to waver, a sickening tremor that tugged at the very marrow of my bones. I continued walking until I reached a storefront that seemed to have been exhaled by the very rock itself, a jagged protuberance of obsidian and brass wedged into a corner where the diamond walls met a ceiling of raw, unpolished sapphire. Fortunately, the gravity shifted back to normal and anchored me to the dark mahogany floor of the shop. The air was stagnant and thick, smelling of sulfur, old parchment, and the cold, metallic scent of uncirculated coins. On every side, shelves rose like the ribs of a cathedral, disappearing into a ceiling shrouded in layers of thick, aromatic incense smoke. A woman emerged from behind a curtain of heavy, indigo velvet, her movements as fluid as oil on water. She did not walk so much as glide, her stature imposing, wrapped in a gown of silk so dark it seemed to absorb the flickering light of the shop's single, hovering candle. "My name is Molda" she said, without offering a smile. "Queen Wrynn told me you'd come. I believe you have a rare treasure to unload. Let's see it." I dropped my pants revealing a miniature city of light wrapped around my large penis. The miniature city was a marvel of incredible stupidity, a web of glowing, microscopic spires and gossamer bridges of white light that clung to my penis like a luminous parasite. Two large cannons surged forward and the miniature city began to boil and transform around them in a display of violent luminous geometry. Without warning, the cannons shot two droplets of hardened cum at her. Molda opened her mouth and swallowed the droplets, letting them melt on her tongue. "High-grade crystalline cum!" she remarked after swallowing themPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Yes, a comforter unwashed for 12 years can absolutely cause hives, but it cannot directly cause GERD (Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease).
Leaving a comforter unwashed for over a decade turns it into an ecosystem teeming with massive quantities of dead skin cells, body oils, dried sweat, bacteria, mold spores, and literally millions of microscopic dust mites.
The direct relationship between this dirty bedding and your symptoms is broken down below:

1. Can it cause Hives? (Yes)

An unwashed comforter is a major trigger for skin reactions. Over 12 years, the buildup of dust mite fecal matter and waste proteins, mold, and trapped bacteria becomes severe.
• Allergic Contact Dermatitis & Hives: When your skin rubs against these concentrated allergens for hours each night, it can trigger an immune response resulting in hives (urticaria), red welts, intense itching, and localized rashes.
• Bacterial Infections: The accumulation of bacteria can also lead to skin issues like folliculitis (infected hair follicles) or worsen eczema.

2. Can it cause GERD? (No, but it can mimic or worsen it)

GERD is a digestive issue caused by stomach acid flowing back up into the esophagus, usually due to a weak lower esophageal sphincter. A dirty comforter cannot cause acid reflux. However, there is a substantial overlap in how you might feel:
• Throat Irritation: Inhaling 12 years of dust mites, mold spores, and debris every night will severely irritate your upper respiratory tract. This causes a chronic sore throat, coughing, and a post-nasal drip—symptoms that closely mimic the "silent reflux" associated with GERD.
• Disrupted Sleep: The intense itching from hives and breathing in heavy allergens will disrupt your sleep cycle. Chronic sleep deprivation and the physical stress of fighting off constant allergic reactions can indirectly aggravate existing digestive issues or make you more sensitive to GERD pain.

Vaccine-related injuries and deaths are still happening lads...who or what will be left after the dust settles? heh

That feel when the fucking retards on reddit keep banning me for being a bot or are accusing me of being a bot.