Well, parents will not let me do this even once so that now trying to draw this type of text thinking woohoo ' This my tattoooo ' Okay facking weird, cheap so not to facking care.

Gaizka jowa y facks de compañia

Lägger in min tanke och tolkning nu Söndag kväll. Vill först säga at jag är glad att den väcker en känsla av obehag. Det var min tanke.

Vi lever i en värld där vi ofta sätts i fack, där vi döms fort och genom få kriterier. Ingen är så lätt. Vi är en sammansättning av komplexa tankar, känslor och erfarenhet. Mer än vad ögat någonsin kan se.

Vi försöker många gånger leva upp till en viss bild som vi vill förmedla av oss själva, men den gör att vi ofta suddas ut, blir mindre än vad vi är.

Jag har blivit dömt efter namn (tidigare efternamn) kläder, utseende, glasögon. Mitt sätt att prata eller mina föräldrar. Inget av detta är essensen av mig. Idag är jag betydligt starkare än så, uttrycket i mina ögon här är ett ni sällan skulle få skåda på mig idag.

Men kanske dags vi börjar tänka efter, alla - inklusive jag själv, hur vi bemöter, tilltalar och behandlar varandra i denna värld?

För många jag möter, har precis det uttrycket. Utsuddade, osynliga och förlorat hopp. Status kan vara direkt förödande om man tillhör de som har lägst...

Tack

Die ehemalige DB-Diesellok 215 082-9 der in Wiehl beheimateten Aggerbahn GmbH mit einem Facns-Schotterwagenzug der Bahnbaugruppe sorgte im März 2019 für großes Aufsehen in Wiehl-Bielstein an der Wiehltalbahn.

Sehr werbewirksam mitten im Ort zwischen Supermarkt und Einkaufszone abgestellt, sorgte der Zug für reichlich Furore unter Anwohnern und Passanten.

Hintergrund der ungewöhnlichen Zugfahrten auf den Gleisen der Wiehltalbahn: Die Produktion des Kinofilms "Auerhaus".Dazu war in der vergangenen Woche ein mehr als 50-köpfiges Filmteam in Bielstein aufgeschlagen und hat auf dem Gleis der Wiehltalbahn in Bielstein gedreht. Die bekannten Schauspieler Max von der Groeben (bekannt aus „Fack ju Göhte“) und Damian Hardung („Club der roten Bänder“), zwei der Protagonisten, sind in einer dramatischen Szene zu sehen, in der eine oberbergische Diesellok eine zentrale Rolle spielt.

Bielstein ist einer von vielen Orten in Nordrhein-Westfalen und Hessen, in denen die Pantaleon Films GmbH in Kooperation mit Warner Brothers noch bis April den erfolgreichen Jugendroman „Auerhaus“ von Bov Bjerg verfilmt. Im Buch wie im Film geht’s um vier Jugendliche, die in der Provinz der 80er Jahre aufwachsen und eine spannungsgeladene Wohngemeinschaft gründen. Einer der Jungs ist des Lebens überdrüssig – und will sich vor einen Zug werfen.

The former DB diesel locomotive 215 082-9 of the based in Wiehl Aggerbahn GmbH with a Facns gravel coach train of the railway assembly caused a great sensation in Wiehl-Bielstein on the Wiehltalbahn.

Very attractively placed in the middle of the village between supermarket and shopping area, the train caused plenty of furor among residents and passers-by.

Background of the unusual train rides on the tracks of the Wiehltalbahn: The production of the movie "Auerhaus". For this was in the past week, a more than 50-member film team in Bielstein pitched and shot on the track of the Wiehltalbahn in Bielstein. The well-known actors Max von der Groeben (known from "Fack ju Göhte") and Damian Hardung ("Club der roten Bänder"), two of the protagonists, are to be seen in a dramatic scene in which an Oberbergische diesel locomotive plays a central role.

Bielstein is one of many places in North Rhine-Westphalia and Hesse, in which the Pantaleon Films GmbH in cooperation with Warner Brothers filmed until April the successful youth novel "Auerhaus" by Bov Bjerg. The book and the movie are all about four young people who are growing up in the province of the 80s and are starting a thriving residential community. One of the boys is tired of life - and wants to throw himself in front of a train.

• Có pao dờ a từg ngĩ, t.y e dàh cko a đó, là all trên tkế jan nềy và sẽ k pao dờ tkây đỗi

• Ckĩ đỗi tkây khi e ngừg tkỡ và ckĩ đỗi tkây khi k trôg ckờ.

• 1 hìh póg úf ai cia.. lun ngóg ckờ e đi học dìa.

• Lun làm trò làm e duôi, lun fá fáck làm e cừi.

• Câu nói ngô ngê nkư nkóc nkõ dù đã lớn nkưg a và e nkư con níc mới lên 10 á

• Ckọc gẹo, r` năg nỉ, th đừg dặn nữa mà tkưn nkaz, iêu nkaz moah...:*

• ! ngềy 2 ngềy r` nkiù ngềy dần trôi nhah

• Tìh cảm " BỰ " xếp trái tim e đem dàh tặg cko a.

• K fảj là 1 nơi khác.. Ckỉ có mìg a và e th.. Lun h.f nka a... :x

Lijian, China

for a free IPOD Doesnt seem to be working any longer. FACK.

you probably felt it ... or heard a sound and didn't know what it was ...

Yeah. it was me. sorry about that.

I have held it off for as long as i could,but every now and then i break a little bit more.

this crack wasn't huge but it was enough to last me the rest of the day.

I have found myself very clearly staring at aspects of my life and

choice of employment that are not sitting right with me.

perhaps it was just a single stessful and "intent to piss me off" day.

but the crack was very loud.

I spent far too long today in a very Dangerous state of mind.

a very ... Unpleasant state. a state full of trains.

And now to list 10 things about me you may or may not know...

(i got reminded by a flickrfriend i havent done this yet)

1. I hate onions. i love onion flavors,can't stand onion chunks/slices.

2. I Was on MTV for about 4 seconds in 1999. the real world reunion in vegas.

3. I'm not allergic to anything and get sick once every year or two.

4. I have never experimented with any kinds of drugs,Even weed.

5. i have one older brother and one younger. I also have 4 half-brothers and sisters.

6. I have worked as a cook in restaurantes for a total of 9 years. I dont anymore.

7. If i could hang out with anybody famous,it would be Jackie chan.

8. I have saved 2 people from possibly fatal situations/accidents.

9. I have been drawing on everything and anything since i was 3.

10. I have never been to jail or prison. (this is supposed to assure the ones

of you slightly skeered of me, i'm not all that bad or creepy of a guy.)

c/n 21056/1122. About to lineup for takeoff on runway 08R at Gatwick. New to CP Air as C-GCPA in 1975. To Dan-Air as G-BKNG in 1983. Reregistered as G-NROA in 1984. To Royal Airlines as C-GRYR in 1992. Converted to a freighter for All Canada Express as C-FACK in 1999. To Cargojet in 2005 then to Allied Air Cargo as 5N-JNR in 2006. Withdrawn from use at Lagos in 2014.

Ukiyo, light art by Nele Fack,

Lichtfestival 2018,

Gent, East Flanders, Belgium

German postcard by Franz Josef Rüdel, Filmpostkartenverlag, Hamburg. Photo: Peter Paul Hammerschmidt, Berlin.

On 26 May 2020, the German actress and assistant director Irm Hermann passed away in Berlin after a short illness. She was the muse and a close friend of Rainer Werner Fassbinder and played roles in 24 of his films including Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972). Overall, she appeared in over 160 film and television productions until 2018. Irm Hermann was 77.

Irmgard Hermann was born in 1942 in Munich, in Nazi Germany. In 1966, she worked as a secretary at the ADAC, Germany's biggest automobile club, when she was got to know Rainer Werner Fassbinder. They became close friends. He convinced her to quit her job to work with him although she lacked formal training as an actress. In the same year, Hermann starred in her debut role in Fassbinder's short film Der Stadtstreicher/The City Tramp (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1966). She and Fassbinder made 24 films together: Der Stadtstreicher (1966), Der Bräutigam, die Komödiantin und der Zuhälter (1968), Katzelmacher (1969), Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (1969), Götter der Pest (1970), Der amerikanische Soldat (1970), Effi Briest (1970), Warum läuft Herr R. Amok (1970), Pioniere in Ingolstadt (1971), Mathias Kneissl (1971), Acht Stunden sind kein Tag (1972), Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant/The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Händler der vier Jahreszeiten/The Merchant of Four Seasons (1972), Wildwechsel (1973), Die Zärtlichkeit der Wölfe (1973), Angst essen Seele auf/Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Nora Helmer (1974), Angst vor der Angst (1975), Faustrecht der Freiheit (1975), Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel (1975), Schatten der Engel (1976), Frauen in New York (1977), Berlin Alexanderplatz (1980), and Lili Marleen (1981).

In 1975, Irm Hermann left Munich and Fassbinder and moved to Berlin to be more independent. In 1976, she married Dietmar Roberg. They had two children, son Franz Tizian Roberg (1977), and son Fridolin Roberg (1981). In the cinema, she worked more often for other directors. She worked with Werner Herzog in his film Woyzeck (1979) starring Klaus Kinski, and with Hans Geissendorfer in his Thomas Mann adaptation Der Zauberberg/The Magic Mountain (1982), with Rod Steiger. From 1987, she was an ensemble member of the Freie Volksbühne Berlin. She continued to make films, including Johanna D'Arc of Mongolia (Elrike Ottinger, 1989), Tigerstreifenbaby wartet auf Tarzan/Tigerstripe Baby Is Waiting for Tarzan (Rudolf Thome, 1998), the family film Mein Bruder ist ein Hund/My Brother Is a Dog (Peter Timm, 2004), the farce Reine Geschmacksache/Fashion victims (Ingo Rasper, 2007), and Anonyma - Eine Frau in Berlin (Max Färberböck, 2008) starring Nina Hoss. Her later films included Fack ju Göhte 3/Suck Me Shakespeer 3 (Bora Dagtekin, 2017) with Elyas M'Barek and Katja Riemann, and Zwei Herren im Anzug/Two Men in Suits (Josef Bierbichler, 2018). Her last screen role was in the TV series Labaule & Erben (2019), the story of the publishing family Labaule in Germany. Irm Hermann died in 2020 in Berlin, Germany.

Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.

And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.

Tn mìnk thíc nh~ chiếc nhẫn nv.:)

[*Cho anh - Nỗi nhớ khỏa lấp niềm đau trong em.*

Ts hìnk ảnh của một người cứ hiện lên trong tâm trí của mìnk lúc nì.?

Lại nghe nhạc of Spyder và lại miêng mang sn...

Mìnk đg cần thấy một ng ngay thời điểm bh cứ như là đứa trẻ ham muốn đc. ăn kẹo v.

Nhớ và mong.:)

[*Viết cho một chiều mưa về ngày đầu tiên của tháng 10 quen thuộc.*

Ta nói đầu h lớp mìnk đem bong bóng vào thổi w mang loa theo để hát nhạc dance muốn lũng nóc trg gùi:X

Trời thì mưa tầm tã mà mìnk cứ thíc lang bang long bong ra ngoài hành lang nghịch nc' w đập bong bóng mặc dù sợ nhứt trên đời là bong bóng nó nổ:-s

Cg~ kg fá fáck ji lm' nhưn giám thị p~ fát loa lùa quần chúng 10A1 vào lớp ổn định:-ss

Grùi thì tiết đầu lết xác lên sân br tập TD cg~ chẳng ra cái giống ji cả=)) mìnk cứ đứn lắc m~ bài TD nhịp điệu=;

Xong ra trơi thì lại típ tục cái trò nham nhở là bóp bong bóng:)) mìnk wào b. Mink chảy máu luôn:(( có tí tẵn mà đã la mìnk hung hăng=))

Mìnk là mìnk ghét mí anh trên 12A1 cứ dòm lớp mìnk như thú lạ==" ta nói tại bị lớp mìnk nó make color quá đi mà=; thiệt là ngại quá đi=;

Tiết Địa thì bà cô đi lấy ck gùi nên nhờ ông nào bê đê vào dạy thế:)) đc. nửa tiếng thì xách đít đi chia tay cuối w lớp mìnk luôn:">

Tiết cuối là màn diễn kịch of lớp:X nói chung cg~ vui mà cg~ lãm nhãm thía nào í:-s kg khoái ji cho lm' nhưn thôi cg~ vui vui=p~

Cuối cùng là ở lại gần 6h chỉ để trơi quay dĩa một cách sến rện w lũ nhóc con lớp mìnk thôi:X giữa trg ngta dòm chúng mìnk cứ như tụi trẻ thiểu năng=))

[*Tc cho 10A1 đỉnh thân thng*

Yêu lớp mìnk lm' cơ cơ cơ:X 2 ngày nay mìnk kg đc. vui nhưn bù lại lớp mìnk làm mìnk cười hơn bt nh lm' í:*

Tks nh vì 2 ngày nay đã giúp mìnk biết mìnk kg thiếu ng q.tâm màh còn có nh tc hơn mìnk nghĩ nữa:X

Mìnk s~ vào đội văn nghịa nếu lớp mìnk nhảy nhạc hiện đại=p~ còn kg thì đồng bào nói tới chiều mìnk cg~ kg dám vào đâu:-s

January 2015, Morocco

www.nhaccuatui.com/nghe?M=PQBYV1bcrg

Tao có 1 ng bạn tốt khá là bản lĩnh

Lúc nào mở miệng cũng nói chơi chung với tao không hề toan tính

Nhưng sau lưng thì lại đâm chọt để cho tao mất bạn tình

What the FẮCK ! nhiều khi tao đ' dám tin đó là bạn mình :-j

Nhưng không sao :-j sống như vậy cũng hay :-j

Nhờ vậy tao mới tìm được điểm chung của đám súc vật và mày:-j

đề cao vậy thôi ! chứ thua xa chó nhà tao:-j

Nếu không tin thì cứ nghe tiếp coi nó hơn mày chỗ nào =))

Con T Ó nhà tao vẫn sủa hằng ngày nhưng cơm nó ăn đ' no :-j

Còn mày ở không sung sướng và khi thấy BẠN BÈ chết đ' lo

Và con T Ó hễ thấy ai đụng đến tao là nó cắn hoài đ' nhã

Riêng mày thấy đầu gấu "thăm" tao thì lo kiếm chỗ núp trước trong nhà

Còn nhiều ! cái này là tao tóm tắt :>

Nói ngắn gọn trong vài câu để cho mày đỡ mất mặt =))

Chứ thật sự mà nói :) mày đ' xứng đáng :-j ( làm đéo dì f xứng đág :) )

Đ' xứng đáng để con này phải gọi là bạn =)) ( té đi chó )

Ngày xưa ...cứ tưởng rằng tao và mày sẽ là bạn tốt:)

Cùng nhau sống chết ở mọi tình huống bất kể treo trên ngàn cân:)

Nhưng bây giờ có lẽ…mọi chuyện đã đổi thay:)

Từ khi tao thấy cách sống của mày đang biến chất theo từng ngày:)

Mày chỉ đến gặp tao...khi tao còn tiền bao m đủ thứ :-j

Rồi mày quay lưng ngay khi trong túi quần tao đ' còn 1 xu=))

Tao kêu mày nên sữa đổi...mày nói tao dư nước miếng:-j

Bỏ mặt những lời tao khuyên...mày gật đầu cho qua chuyện:-j

Lúc nào cũng “tao biết rồi”nhưng mà có làm được đâu:-j

Lời tao nói với mày cứ như đàn gãi tai trâu:-j

Đú đỡn,ăn chơi với mày những điều đó thì luôn luôn đứng đầu :)

Còn tình nghĩa,bn bè mãi mãi chỉ là những thứ đứng sau:">

2 chữ bạn bè tốt nhất nên cho vào lãng quên B-)

Hy vọng mày sẽ kiếm được đứa bạn...giống như mày kề bên

Tao đoán mày biết tao đang nói ai nên đ' cần phải kể tên

1 des vậy là quá đủ tao nghĩ chắc đ' cần phải kể thêm

Bạn thật thì ít còn bè thì nhiều ! điều đó tao biết :)

Mong muốn được quay về những ngày xưa ! điều đó tao biết :)

Có những tâm sự không cần mày kể nhưng mà tao vẫn biết:)

Nhưng mà nhóc - hành trình đời mày chỉ mới vừa bắt đầu :)

Tao cũng đ' biết phải làm gì hơn ngoài việc gửi tặng mày 2 câu :)

Bn bè có kiếp này...đ' có kiếp sau =))

Cho dù đời có ra sao thì tao và mày vẫn vượt qua cùng nhau. :-j :-j :-j :-j :-j :-j

Abstract of reflection of hills in lake. Taken across Llyn y Fan Fack in the Brecons.

Not any person who have a Canon or a Nikon (pro. camera) , can say that he is professional ..

Stop hydeing behind the "MASKS" = pro. camera , and just be "YOU"

fack(lille/berlin), naze, rino(lille), thirty,zeka(lille)/A31 crew

Photo: Marcos Guarney.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

50mm

i feel like i'd hate my kit lens if i went back to using it now.

fack!

++++++++

German postcard by Franz Josef Rüdel, Filmpostkartenverlag, Hamburg. Photo: Margarete Redl-von Peinen.

On 26 May 2020, the German actress and assistant director Irm Hermann passed away in Berlin after a short illness. She was the muse and a close friend of Rainer Werner Fassbinder and played roles in 24 of his films including Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972). Overall, she appeared in over 160 film and television productions until 2018. Irm Hermann was 77.

Irmgard Hermann was born in 1942 in Munich, in Nazi Germany. In 1966, she worked as a secretary at the ADAC, Germany's biggest automobile club, when she was got to know Rainer Werner Fassbinder. They became close friends. He convinced her to quit her job to work with him although she lacked formal training as an actress. In the same year, Hermann starred in her debut role in Fassbinder's short film Der Stadtstreicher/The City Tramp (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1966). She and Fassbinder made 24 films together: Der Stadtstreicher (1966), Der Bräutigam, die Komödiantin und der Zuhälter (1968), Katzelmacher (1969), Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (1969), Götter der Pest (1970), Der amerikanische Soldat (1970), Effi Briest (1970), Warum läuft Herr R. Amok (1970), Pioniere in Ingolstadt (1971), Mathias Kneissl (1971), Acht Stunden sind kein Tag (1972), Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant/The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Händler der vier Jahreszeiten/The Merchant of Four Seasons (1972), Wildwechsel (1973), Die Zärtlichkeit der Wölfe (1973), Angst essen Seele auf/Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Nora Helmer (1974), Angst vor der Angst (1975), Faustrecht der Freiheit (1975), Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel (1975), Schatten der Engel (1976), Frauen in New York (1977), Berlin Alexanderplatz (1980), and Lili Marleen (1981).

In 1975, Irm Hermann left Munich and Fassbinder and moved to Berlin to be more independent. In 1976, she married Dietmar Roberg. They had two children, son Franz Tizian Roberg (1977), and son Fridolin Roberg (1981). In the cinema, she worked more often for other directors. She worked with Werner Herzog in his film Woyzeck (1979) starring Klaus Kinski, and with Hans Geissendorfer in his Thomas Mann adaptation Der Zauberberg/The Magic Mountain (1982), with Rod Steiger. From 1987, she was an ensemble member of the Freie Volksbühne Berlin. She continued to make films, including Johanna D'Arc of Mongolia (Elrike Ottinger, 1989), Tigerstreifenbaby wartet auf Tarzan/Tigerstripe Baby Is Waiting for Tarzan (Rudolf Thome, 1998), the family film Mein Bruder ist ein Hund/My Brother Is a Dog (Peter Timm, 2004), the farce Reine Geschmacksache/Fashion victims (Ingo Rasper, 2007), and Anonyma - Eine Frau in Berlin (Max Färberböck, 2008) starring Nina Hoss. Her later films included Fack ju Göhte 3/Suck Me Shakespeer 3 (Bora Dagtekin, 2017) with Elyas M'Barek and Katja Riemann, and Zwei Herren im Anzug/Two Men in Suits (Josef Bierbichler, 2018). Her last screen role was in the TV series Labaule & Erben (2019), the story of the publishing family Labaule in Germany. Irm Hermann died in 2020 in Berlin, Germany.

Souces: Wikipedia and IMDb.

And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.

German autograph card. Photo: Claudius Pflug.

On 26 May 2020, the German actress and assistant director Irm Hermann passed away in Berlin after a short illness. She was the muse and a close friend of Rainer Werner Fassbinder and played roles in 24 of his films including Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972). Overall, she appeared in over 160 film and television productions until 2018. Irm Hermann was 77.

Irmgard Hermann was born in 1942 in Munich, in Nazi Germany. In 1966, she worked as a secretary at the ADAC, Germany's biggest automobile club, when she was got to know Rainer Werner Fassbinder. They became close friends. He convinced her to quit her job to work with him although she lacked formal training as an actress. In the same year, Hermann starred in her debut role in Fassbinder's short film Der Stadtstreicher/The City Tramp (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1966). She and Fassbinder made 24 films together: Der Stadtstreicher (1966), Der Bräutigam, die Komödiantin und der Zuhälter (1968), Katzelmacher (1969), Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (1969), Götter der Pest (1970), Der amerikanische Soldat (1970), Effi Briest (1970), Warum läuft Herr R. Amok (1970), Pioniere in Ingolstadt (1971), Mathias Kneissl (1971), Acht Stunden sind kein Tag (1972), Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant/The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Händler der vier Jahreszeiten/The Merchant of Four Seasons (1972), Wildwechsel (1973), Die Zärtlichkeit der Wölfe (1973), Angst essen Seele auf/Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Nora Helmer (1974), Angst vor der Angst (1975), Faustrecht der Freiheit (1975), Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel (1975), Schatten der Engel (1976), Frauen in New York (1977), Berlin Alexanderplatz (1980), and Lili Marleen (1981).

In 1975, Irm Hermann left Munich and Fassbinder and moved to Berlin to be more independent. In 1976, she married Dietmar Roberg. They had two children, son Franz Tizian Roberg (1977), and son Fridolin Roberg (1981). In the cinema, she worked more often for other directors. She worked with Werner Herzog in his film Woyzeck (1979) starring Klaus Kinski, and with Hans Geissendorfer in his Thomas Mann adaptation Der Zauberberg/The Magic Mountain (1982), with Rod Steiger. From 1987, she was an ensemble member of the Freie Volksbühne Berlin. She continued to make films, including Johanna D'Arc of Mongolia (Elrike Ottinger, 1989), Tigerstreifenbaby wartet auf Tarzan/Tigerstripe Baby Is Waiting for Tarzan (Rudolf Thome, 1998), the family film Mein Bruder ist ein Hund/My Brother Is a Dog (Peter Timm, 2004), the farce Reine Geschmacksache/Fashion victims (Ingo Rasper, 2007), and Anonyma - Eine Frau in Berlin (Max Färberböck, 2008) starring Nina Hoss. Her later films included Fack ju Göhte 3/Suck Me Shakespeer 3 (Bora Dagtekin, 2017) with Elyas M'Barek and Katja Riemann, and Zwei Herren im Anzug/Two Men in Suits (Josef Bierbichler, 2018). Her last screen role was in the TV series Labaule & Erben (2019), the story of the publishing family Labaule in Germany. Irm Hermann died in 2020 in Berlin, Germany.

Sources: Wikipedia and IMDb.

And, please check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.

She is my friend and is a winner

C-GCPB - Boeing B-727-217 - CP Air

(without titles - Alaska-titles still visible)

in 1982

c/n 21.056 - built in 1975 for CP Air -

leased to Alaska Airlines in Summer 1982

also operated by Royal Aviation 1994 - 1999 as C-GRYR and

All Canada Express as C-FACK between 1999 and 2004 -

currently in service with Allied Air of Nigeria

scanned from Kodachrome-slide

STICKR' sharpie, pilot,artline,corrector ! kolores varios elige uno ke te lo regalo !!

SALUDOS ......! TEMUCO CIUDAD ! pedro de valdivia mi sector bacilen el underground

fack de poliss jaja !! video gravado en mis sectores por la old school de tco!

youtu.be/SjM6IWO8DVo

Brough Superior Alpine GS (1936-39) Engine 3455cc S6 SV Supercharged

Production 75 (inc. 4 litre)

Registration No. CTO 286

Race Number.114 Jerome Fack

Like the Railton and Allard the Brough was a member of the Anglo-American club. Mating in this case American Hudson engines to a British built frame and coachwork. Built at the Brough motorcycle factory in Nottingham. After 1939 George Brough turned to precision engineering.

The Alpine Grand Sport was built on a shorter Hudson 6 chassis, with semi-ecliptic's up front, and hydraulic brakes. Power output measured 107bhp in standard form but with a Centric supercharger option a claimed 140bhp giving a potential 100mph. most cars were however dropheads

Shot at the VSCC Spring Start, Silverstone 20-21 April 2013 REF:90C-657

c/n 21056/1122. At Toronto. New to CP Air as C-GCPA in 1975. To Dan-Air as G-BKNG in 1983. Reregistered as G-NROA in 1984. To Royal Airlines as C-GRYR in 1992. Converted to a freighter for All Canada Express as C-FACK in 1999. To Cargojet in 2005 then to Allied Air Cargo as 5N-JNR in 2006. Withdrawn from use at Lagos in 2014.

I made this photo of Melody standing in a small portion of the hedge lined rose garden at Filoli in the town of Woodside, 25 miles south of San Francisco. This was Melody's and my second visit to Filoli since it reopened on May 11, 2020 after being closed due to Corona Virus Covid-19 lockdown in the early months of the pandemic. We had toured most of the garden at this point and were returning to the parking lot to head home. I shot this using my Canon Powershot SX50.

Eddy : Thời gian này trong em bắt đầu xuất hiện những nỗi sợ và suy nghĩ linh tinh. Thoáng thôi mà - không sao. Em thương anh - nhiều hơn từng ngày. Em thích - hơi ấm mạnh mẽ của anh. Em thích - những suy nghĩ 'ông già' của anh. Em thích - cái cách anh quan tâm em. Em thích - những lúc anh chọc em điên cả lên. Em thích - em thích - em thích - em thích cái tình cảm hiện tại em dành cho anh. LêThiênKhoa aka nhóc Bin aka Eddy - Anh chỉ có thể là nhóc con của em ♥

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Huh. Tao biết mà - sẽ có ngày mày phải cuối mặt xin lỗi tao - Ừ thì bắt tay - Độ cay của tao đối với mày - chưa dứt được đâu. Nhóc.

Ps : ĐầmSen : www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6mwaF... .

crooks.

Bandaged up from his finger debacle, Tyshaun don't give a fack! Still killin' it!

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1.List nhạc gồm ít nhất 30 bài.

2. Đặt máy nghe nhạc/chương trình nghe nhạc của bạn ở chế độ Ngẫu nhiên (shuffle/random).

3. Với mỗi câu hỏi, ấn next song để biết câu trả lời.

4. Bắt buộc phải viết tên bài hát dù nó ngu si như thế nào đi nữa so với câu hỏi.

5. Tag thêm 10 nạn nhân.

Bye bye, cm and fave \m/

In front :

C-FACK, ex All Canada Express

Boeing 727-217 (F) Advanced

cn 21056, ln 1122, mfd 03-75

Sold as 5N-JNR 12-04-06

N275AF, ex Sun Country Airlines

Boeing 727-227 Advanced

cn 22092, ln 1718, mfd 22-01-81

Scrapped at Marana late 2004

N745EV, all white

Boeing 727-46F

cn 19283, ln 502, mfd 11-67

Scrapped around 2012

N686CA, ex Champion Air

Boeing 727-2S7 Advanced

cn 22021, ln 1617, mfd 05-80

Scrapped at Burbank

In the background :

N13FE, DC-9-14, Corporate

N1858U, DC-10-30, United

N3439F, 747-300, all white

C-GAGA, 747-200B, ex Air Canada

(N522NA or N542NA), 757-200, National

RP-C8820, 747-200B, Philippines

N164AA, DC-10-30, American Airlines

N1838U, DC-10-30, United

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Don't move, don't talk out of time, don't think, don't worry

Everything's just fine, just fine

Don't grab, don't clutch, don't hope for too much

Don't breathe, don't achieve, or grieve without leave

Don't check, just balance on the fence

Don't answer, don't ask, don't try and make sense

Don't whisper, don't talk, don't run if you can walk

Don't cheat, compete, don't miss the one beat

Don't travel by train, don't eat, don't spill

Don't piss in the drain, don't make a will

Don't fill out any forms, don't compensate

Don't cower, don't crawl, don't come around late

Don't hover at the gate, don't take it on board

Don't fall on your sword, just play another chord

If you feel you're getting bored, I feel numb, I feel numb

Too much is not enough, I feel numb

Don't change your brand Gimme what you got

Don't listen to the band, don't gape Gimme what I don't get

Don't ape, don't change your shape Gimme some more

Have another grape, too much is not enough

I feel numb, I feel numb

Gimme some more, a piece of me, baby, I feel numb

Don't plead, don't bridle, don't shackle

Don't grind Gimme some more, don't curve

Don't swerve I feel numb

Lie, die, serve Gimme some more

Don't theorize, realise, polarise I feel numb

Chance, dance,dismiss, apologise Gimme what you got

Gimme what I don't get, gimme what you got

Too much is not enough, don't spy I feel numb

Don't lie, don't try, imply, detain, explain

Start again I feel numb, I feel numb

Don't triumph, don't coax, don't cling

Don't hoax, don't freak, peak

Don't leak, don't speak I feel numb, I feel numb

Don't project, don't connect, protect

Don't expect, suggest, I feel numb

Don't struggle, don't jerk, don't collar

Don't work, don't wish, don't fish

Don't teach, don't reach, I feel numb

Don't borrow Too much is not enough

Don't break I feel numb

Don't fence, don't steal, don't pass

Don't press, don't try, don't feel

Gimme some more, don't touch I feel numb

Don't dive, don't suffer, don't rhyme

Don't fantasize, don't rise, don't lie, I feel numb

Don't project, don't connect, protect I feel numb

Don't expect, suggest

I feel numb

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Plakat / fack ju Friedhelm

Do it, kurz mal Leben retten!

Typisierung & Aufklärungsaktion

Borussenheim / Neunkirchen

1 ngày ở nhà tự kỷ là ntn đây mng` ạh :D k b' đẹp đẽ ở đâu màh lúc chụp hình xong thì ngồi bôi mắt điên cuồng =)) xong mặt mình sau đấy thì tả tơi k "tả" dc =))

2012 r` đú 1 tí :)) sau này còn thành quả để đời cho con cháu :D

mng` đừng ném đá nh` nhé :D post chơi thoaiii!

• mng` có điểm thi roài hết nhỉ?? =))

• có ai lại nghiện Thu Cuối của Yanbi w' Mr.T rồ dở như mình k 0.0?? 0.0 mình thì từ lâu đã k đam mê V-Pop nhưng màh bài đấy là chuẩn của đỉnh quá ý 0.0

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sắp Tết roài mng` có định đi chơi đâu hem?? ;;) Tết ai lớn hơn mình là phải lì xì cho mình đó =))

ăn Tết vui vẻ mng` nhé :D

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BITCH có nghĩa là ích kỷ - lăng loàn - lêu lổng - đua đòi - giả tạo - hai mặt - xấu tính - ganh đua - hèn nhát :) và bạn là 1 con BITCH vì bạn có tất cả các tố chất đó :)

bạn có thể nói mình chả có lý do jie để nói bạn là bxtch này nọ nhưng màh bạn ơi, có cái thứ con ng` bt nào màh lại đi thik thằng này, xong nhớ nhung bạn trai ng` khác, xong lại ve vãn ng` thik bạn mình? =)) bạn muốn là tâm điểm của tg hay jie mình k cần b', nhưng mình dị ứng cái cách bạn "giả vờ" ngây thơ vô tội trc' mặt trai nhưng màh đấy thì lại chả phải bản chất thật của bạn :)) bạn bè thì bạn bè chứ bạn nghĩ mình bỏ qua dc cho bạn s :)) có cái thứ bạn jie màh cả bạn thân của mình cũng k tha chứ?

bạn ích kỷ vừa th. đồng ý là chả có ai m' ng` khác hơn mình hết, nhưng bạn có cần dùng nh~ thủ đoạn bỉ ổi đến nt để có dc nh~ jie bạn mong muốn k?

bạn có tự hào về bản thân bạn ý, thì đi màh tạo style riêng. ngồi đấy đến cái tên cũng bắt chước ng` khác thì bạn khác jie con kí sinh trùng suốt ngày bám đuôi ng` khác bắt chước hết từ cái này đến cái nọ? tên ngta, hành động của ngta, đồ dùng riêng tư của ngta bạn mang ra khoe cho cả thiên hạ là style của bạn xong đến lúc mình moi ra ý thì nhận dc 1 câu đơn giản "ủa mua giống * àh?" =))

FUCK YOU BIATCH!

mình đơn giản k m' kiếm chuyện vì đằng nào cũng là bạn bè. nhưng bạn nghĩ bạn có tư cách quái jie để tò mò tọc mạch + nói sau lưng ng` khác trong khi bạn còn học đòi = ngta? bạn copy bắt chước đủ điều mình nói jie bạn hử? =)) thậm chí là thấy bạn đến cái tên cũng bắt chước dc mình thì mình k b' bố mẹ bạn sinh ra cho bạn cái đầu cái não để cho vui chắc =)) khi nào màh bạn có REAL SWAG ấy, thì quay lại màh nc w' mình chứ đừng chơi cái kiểu suốt ngày móc ngoáy + copy ng` khác nt.

là bạn bè mình cũng chả m' nói nh`, nhé :) bạn màh có thik * thì mình cho bạn đấy, vì đằng nào mình cũng k thik ng` đó màh =) thế nhưng màh bạn ơi còn cái ng` bạn suốt ngày "ck ơi ck àh" thì sao bạn? bh bạn định bỏ ng` đấy xong r` đi nhớ nhung bạn trai ng` khác r` để stt yahoo hay là ve vãn ng` thik mình đây?

mình thật là ngu ngốc khi bảo vệ bạn trong khi mình thì lại nhận dc từ bạn toàn nh~ thứ FACK SHIT nhức đầu loạn óc :)) có nói thế chứ nói nữa thì chưa chắc cái não chậm của bạn tiếp thu dc hả?

bạn thik sinh ra và lớn lên để ng` khác cười vào mặt bố mẹ k b' dạy con gái để nó hư hỏng àh?

WHAT DO YOU GET FROM BEING SUCH A BXTCH?!?

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Tobias Reyes makes his way slowly, but surly, toward the door of the small pub. The blond was probably a bit over-dressed for the particular establishment, but he preferred the laid-back atmosphere the pub provided. After a while, the coffee shops and diners on the northern side of town just ceased to peek the man's amusement. With an all-too-casual stride, the blond would make his way through the doors and into the pub; his blue eyes scanning the patrons inside before making his way toward the bar. "Whatever you've got on tap would be fine." He'd mutter to the bartender before turning around and leaning back against the bar. His gaze turning from person to person before finally resting on the woman seated on one of the tables and the man standing beside her, though his gaze would occasionally turn toward the door so as not to draw too much attention from the pair as he waited for his drink.

Maggie's arm automatically raised her thick leather case to her shoulder, it was natural reaction for her higher up clients to want to be hidden from view, but so hastly without prior notification. Maggie knew Eden had gone and done something blusteringly stupid. Her body swayed her step towards the back of the pub, her body staying wide, hands at her hips she leaned in and spoke in a hush tone, "You better have a fucking good reason to have me out at this hour. What the hell is going on..." she demanded, her voice harsh and full of irritation.

Gypsy Queller rolled her mismatched hues at the man's words. It was flattering, really, to know that even with her face in the present state it was, broken nose, a deep gash through her bottom lip, and a scabbing bruise where her hairline met her forehead--guys would still remain relentlessly devoted to grabbing her attention. She flashed her obvious wounds towards the man as she grinned wide and toothy, seeping with irony to expose her chipped front tooth. "Th' fack gave ye' that idea?" she mumbled behind her cigarette, it bouncing on her bottom lip with each syllable. She inhaled, let the smoke penetrate her lungs, then blew it out the side of her mouth before taking another swig of the beer. Her gaze was fixed forward, unamused. It was then that her gaze met the man's stare from across the bar. She drew in a sharp breath as she mindlessly looked him down.

Riddick Republic jumped out of the cruiser and locked it shut. He had his headset...his radio...and his bulletproof vest on. He took out his gun as he moved into the pub and pressed his finger to his lips signaling the people inside to keep quite as he showed his badge to those that were inside. The woman was no where to be seen. He saw gypsy and smirked inwardly for a moment. He wanted to make some sort of smartass comment but really wasn't in the position to waste any time. He began to slowly move towards the back area of the bar. "This is the PPD," he called out "Anyone in the back room come out with your hands in the air." he said as he pointed the gun at the corner. Vlad was very well trained in combat with weapons. He was, after all, an ex ranger. He held his gun steady as he called agian "This is the PPD. Come out with your hands up!" He then remembred that there was a door in that room that would lead to the outside "Fuck." he muttered under his breath as he began to move towards the corner...A lamp shined light from inside and he saw no shadows. "Fucking-A." he growled as he then ran through the empty room and saw the door opened, he then took off chasing in the theoretical direction of the suspect

Syd Gloom smiles and raises a hand, the universal 'I give up' sign without looking at her again. He wasn't coming on to her or anything, he just felt she could use a cold one. He would get away from her, discreetly, as he shiflted is weight from one foot to the other. He didn't startle when the cop comes in all commando, and grins to himself with a slight shake of his head, chugging some more beer.

Tobias Reyes frowned at the pair as he noticed the cigarettes in their possession. Damn it, why was it whenever the blond saw someone smoking it simply raised his urge to do the same? As he turned his attention away from the two figures on the other side of the bar, the blond would reach into one of the front pockets in his slacks, producing a hard-pack of menthol cigarettes just as a member of the PPD came flying through the front door of the pub; flashing his badge for the world to see. As he ran through the building and out the back door, Tobias would shake his head from side to side, chuckling silently to himself as he pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it neatly between his lips. "They sure keep this city entertaining." He'd mutter, placing the pack back in his pocket before producing a small light-blue lighter from the same bit of fabric.

Gypsy Queller took mental note of the officer as he entered the pub, she too wanting to say something smartass in his general direction for the shit the police department had put her through over the past three days, but she soon realized there was no need‚ he did a perfectly wonderful job of making an ass out of himself. "Fackin' rookie." she mumble through another snort of laughter, shaking her head. She wagged her fingers in a half-assed wave, knowing he'd never see it, as he ran back out the door. And like nothing had happened, her attention was drawn back to the situation at hand. Gypsy offered a nod, a wink, a smirk, and held up her bottle as a silent cheers before downing the rest of it, watching him back away from her. That was the usual chain of events. Men thought her hot enough to approach, but it was always after a certain number of feet or number of words spoken that they are instantly scared off. She was absolutely used to it and completely okay with it. Her attention was drawn back to the blonde at the opposite end of the bar, hopping down with a grunt and approaching him as he spoke. She laughed under her breath as she slid in next to him, leaning over the bar. "Aye, eh fackin' riot." her cynicism sang through her words before she pounded her palm on the counter to get the bartender's attention. "Aye. Jameson. Straight. Cheers, doll." She ended with another wink and took another drag of her cigarette.

Syd Gloom downed the rest of his beer and laid the bottle on a nearby table, stretching his back and motioning his bad shoulder for some, the pain was momentarily gone. He took a last glance at the gal, still making up his mind about what to think of her as he shakes his head, puffing his cig as he makes for the door.

Tobias Reyes pressed a button on the top of the lighter and, after a couple failed attempts, a flame would finally rise up from the small electronic device. He'd light the cigarette held tightly between his lips before turning around to face the front of the bar. "It's funny, huh?" The blond would say before inhaling on the cigarette, his thought-process paused as he attempted to get the stick of tobacco, nicotine and countless other chemicals that were probably killing his lungs to remain light. "The police in this city tend to cause more riots among the citizens than prevent them." He'd pause, leaning forward as he takes another drag off the cigarette. His head instinctively turning toward the door as he hears the man behind them head toward the door. "It looks like your friend there is leaving you." The blond would mutter.

Syd Gloom took in the night air in a deep breath, as if to try and catch a scent. He tosses the finnished cigarrete over the curb and makes his way into the night.

Gypsy Queller glanced over her shoulder as the Blonde addressed her directly. Strict brow arching upward, she darted her mismatched hues to the back of Mustache as he headed out the door. She smirked to herself and looked back to the bartender as he prepared her drink. It was slid towards her and she took it with the greatest of ease, dropping a five dollar bill on the counter. She fully intended on taking a hefty swig before she even comment back to the Blonde. She felt the liquor burn as it went down her throat and she loved every second of it. She ended her swig with a sigh of content and dropped the half-empty glass onto the counter, shaking her head. "I haven't th' slightest fackin' idea who tha' was." she mumbled through a laugh.

Tobias Reyes chuckled half-heartedly as a pint-glass of some unnamed draft beer was placed in front of him, the cigarette tucked between his lips dipping toward the floor as he chuckles at the woman's response. "Well, I guess that's the appeal of a pup." The blond would say as he reaches out a hand to pull the glass in his direction; though he wouldn't make any attempt to drink the draft yet. He'd simply take another sharp drag on the cigarette, quietly watching it burn between his lips as the tingle of menthol passes over his tongue. As he inhales on the cigarette, the blond would turn his gaze back toward the woman, exhaling the smoke gathered in his lungs before continuing the bit of bar-talk conversation the two were engaged in. "So--what the hell happened to you?" He'd ask, the question a bit blunt but the blond was inquisitive, to say the least.

Gypsy Queller glanced over at him and managed to offer the first sincere smirk of the evening. "Fell down th' stairs," she laughed at her own sarcasm before finally shaking her head and looking down at the bar top. A rough index finger extended to point to each wound as she would then explain it. "Knife sliced through me lip, eh' fist te' me nose‚ an' apparently‚" She turned her full attention towards him for the last one, a shiteating grin curled along her lips as she pointed to the scabbing bruise on her forehead, "I rammed me own head into eh brick wall last night." She snorted out a laugh, amused, but only because she remembered perfectly well ramming the jail cell wall. She took another harsh swig of her Jameson, wincing as it went down before finally saying in sarcasm, but not really, "Ye' should see th' other guy." That grin returned with pleasure.

Tobias Reyes watches the woman in silence as she points out each of the wounds on her face; the only movement he would make as he listened to her was a simple drag from his cigarette. When she'd finished, he'd pull the half-burnt stick of tobacco from his lips and lace it between his right index and middle fingers. "The other guy?" He'd ask as the blond ashed his cigarette on the bar-top. "You're telling me a scrawny thing like you got the shit beaten out of you by a guy?" He'd shake his head before turning toward the pint-glass stationed in front of him. "Hope the bastard at least got what was coming to him." The blond would mutter as he dropped the cigarette into the glass; immediately dousing the flames as the stick of tobacco touched the liquid inside.

Gypsy Queller offered a smirk of cynicism as she shook her head. "Aye. He got wha' he deserved from me, but not nearly enough." Just thinking of her old friend, Zacch and the shit he pulled at the jail made her skin crawl. Granted, they both thought the other had been dead, and the psychotic pikey's idea of a reunion always had to involve blood, but that was why she and Zacch were always going to be friends... he was almost as fucked up in the head as she was. They just happened to do so in public‚ and got caught. "Th' arsehole sold me out at th' station yesterday. Told his fackin' lawyer tha' I attacked him, he was th' victim in all this, an' he got early parole." She took another sip of her drink, her mind obviously not at the bar anymore. Finally she shrugged. "But wha' th' fack eveh. Wha' can ye' do."

Tobias Reyes stares at his cigarette as it floats on top of the full glass of beer. He didn't dare look up, he could just picture the expression of disgust on the bar-tenders face, so he'd simply keep his gaze locked on the bit of burnt paper as he listened to the woman describe the happenings of the prior day. When she'd finished, a small smirk would pass over the blonds lips though his gaze wouldn't move from the glass placed in front of him. "You could get yourself a fuckin' lawyer." The blond would say, the amusement in his voice would sound quite obviously as he spoke. "That's what they're in this city for, am I wrong? You toss a little something their way and they lie and cheat your way out of jail." The blond's lips would curl upward at either end as he turned his head to look in the other woman's direction. "You've just got to one-up him."

Gypsy Queller smirked, shaking her head again. "Aye. One up 'em. Lawyers." she sighed heavily before finally finishing her drink. Dropping the glass down on the counter, she finally glanced back up at the Blonde. "'m in th' process o' tellin' me story t' The Post. I mean hell, he's an established fackin' Doctor in this city, but not for long." that grin of deviousness appeared. "Shite, I'm still tryin' te' get used to this whole 'fight yer' wars through politics an' not yer' fists' shite. That's not how I operate. Ye' fack with me, I fack yer' shite up. Bottom line." She scoffed under her breath, shaking her head. "don't know th' first fackin' thing 'bout lawyers." She allowed a small moment of silence to pass as she stared off into space before finally shooting her gaze back to the Blonde, a fake grin curled on her lips, and a slap to his arm was offered, "But like I said‚ wha' th' fack can ye' do 'bout it. Thanks for th' chatter." she turned on her heel and headed towards the door in more of an aimless wander than having a destination.

Tobias Reyes turns his head back toward the counter-top when the woman slapped his arm and he wouldn't say anything in reply as she got up from the bar and started to make her way toward the door. When she was a good couple of steps away, the blond would finally speak. Raising his voice so it was loud enough to fill the entire bar. "You don't need to know a thing about lawyers miss." The blond would say as he pushed himself away from the counter, turning in her direction. "Because you're going to let me worry about all of that for you." The blond would reach into his right pocket, producing a moderately-sized silver money clip and, with his left hand, he'd pull a small business card from the clips grasp; holding it out toward the woman. "My name's Tobias Reyes Nakajima, Esq. and I want to represent you. Hell, I want to put the bastard back behind bars if you'll let me." The blond would smirk as he takes a step in the woman's direction.

This was certainly the last thing Gypsy had expected as she was about to leave the bar. Hell, if she would have known he was a lawyer, maybe she wouldn't have said half the shit she had. It was too late now she mused and released the worry into the air like a grain of sand. "Woah, woah, wait, what?" she asked, shaking her head for a moment. She took the card from him, not realizing his height differing from hers until they were now much closer than before. She tilted her head back to look up at him, wondering for a moment if he was absolute bullshit or not. She looked back down at the card. It looked legit. She looked back up at him. Well, not so legit, but she was never one to judge off of appearances. She had no place. Her gashed bottom lip was pulled in to be nibbled on for a moment as she stared into his eyes, as if silently deciding to do this to one of her closest friends or not. But if he had the audacity to sell her out back at the cell, this was simply her chance at saying 'checkmate.' This was how they always played. Gypsy finally released a reluctant nod up towards the man. "Gypsy Queller Cinneide. I look forward te' playin' with ye's." Chapped lips curled on one side of her face into that signature smirk.

Tobias Reyes nods his head as the smirk on his own lips turns to a full-on grin. The blond had gotten slack before for his casual appearance and his some-what street-turned look, but seeing potential clients surprise when they found out he was a lawyer never got old; even if his peers didn't appreciate this little quirk of his. "Give me a call when you get a chance." The blond would say, nodding his head once more in the woman's direction. "The number on the card goes straight to my personal line. No need to screw around with the firm that way." He'd turn on his heels and take a step back toward the bar, allowing a moment of silence to pass before he continues. "It's sure to be a fun little game--and, with any luck, we can back the bastard into a corner and turn the playing field on him."

Gypsy Queller took a moment for her head to stop spinning in the whirlwind of luck that had just happened. Not another word was spoken as she held a personal smirk, turned for the door, and flashed the business card over her shoulder as a makeshift wave to the man. Indeed, this could get interesting... just so long as she was able to stay out of trouble long enough to make it work... "You don't even bother to tell that asshat about lil' old me?" Orly's voice cackled up inbetween Gypsy's ears. Gypsy released a sigh as she turned the corner. "Sorry, Orly... I'm sure he'll find out 'bout ye's soon' 'nough..." she shot back outloud, knowing full well it appeared as if she were talking to herself. Her heavy boots thudded against the pavement as she continued on into the night's brisk air.

Tobias Reyes didn't pay any mind to the woman as she left, and her spoken words would go completely unnoticed. He'd simply pull a twenty-dollar bill from the money clip in his hand and seat himself at the bar, nodding to the bar-tender as he pulled his pack of cigarettes and lighter out of his left pocket once more. "Can I get another draft?" The blond would ask as he places yet another cigarette between his lips, lighting the end of it as a grin passes over his lips. The blond was pleased with himself, to say the least. Another prospective client to add to the list.

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