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Say hello to my Loewe Puzzle 33cm in black Deer Skin. Having seen and held this bag in Casa Loewe in London and Madrid, from my rep I was hoping for something that looked like the original and was made with a nice quality leather. Then I unboxed this bag and I kid you not, life hasn't been the same since. Whether you call it 1:1, god level or mirror quality - this bag is all of them and then some. From the leather to the hardware to the finishings, everything is just, correct. Having bought a couple of dud 'genuine' leather reps in the past, this feels like rep Narnia so maybe it's time to stop whilst I'm ahead. Obviously this post is a not so humble brag about my ...

Say hello to my Loewe Puzzle 33cm in black Deer Skin. Having seen and held this bag in Casa Loewe in London and Madrid, from my rep I was hoping for something that looked like the original and was made with a nice quality leather. Then I unboxed this bag and I kid you not, life hasn't been the same since. Whether you call it 1:1, god level or mirror quality - this bag is all of them and then some. From the leather to the hardware to the finishings, everything is just, correct. Having bought a couple of dud 'genuine' leather reps in the past, this feels like rep Narnia so maybe it's time to stop whilst I'm ahead. Obviously this post is a not so humble brag about m...

We all liked him at first. That’s the worst part. He was the kind of person you didn’t mind sharing a cube with: polite, quiet, always the first to make coffee when the break room smelled like burnt circuits. He learned everyone's names fast. He brought donuts. He laughed when the copier jammed. He smelled like winter cologne and old books, and because most of us were tired and dulled by fluorescent light, we mistook that for normal. We called him Mark. The little things came first, the sort of things you could explain away with bad sleep or stress. His shadow never matched the angle of the overhead lights. Once, during a meeting, my laptop webcam caught him in the background—sta...

A new use case I’ve discovered for the portal is turning games without local multiplayer into couch-coop or competitive games via online play. I can play on the portal while my partner plays on the TV. We tried this with Battlefield 6 and it worked flawlessly so I’ve gone through the 3158 titles currently supporting cloud streaming and found those that have online multiplayer (feel free to add to this): * \#Halloween, Super Puzzles Dream * \#Wish travel, Super Puzzles Dream * \#WomenUp, Super Puzzles Dream * \#Xmas, Super Puzzles Dream * 2Xtreme * 30 Sport Games in 1 * 34 Sports Games - World Edition * 3D Billiards - Pool & Snooker * 3D Color Labyrinth * 3on3 Freestyle * 4 in a...

[Top-rated architects in Greater Noida](https://preview.redd.it/zpu0fp135c9g1.jpg?width=1000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=090cc0fca27f072f3d0ca6f85d43b3ca1e6a5fd0) An architectural project can never be successful without floor planning. Although facades usually demand the eye first, it is the interior planning that determines the experience of a space daily. How rooms are related, light is distributed, and movement takes place directly influence comfort, efficiency, and satisfaction. The architect of Greater Noida knows that the original architecture does not start with the high-rise design, but with a clever and well-considered floor plan. # Why Floor Planning Matters M...

I'm watching MSNOW right now, waiting for a more in depth discussion of the Epstien files. This would be the moment where, in a healthier civic ecosystem, something like shame might wander in and take a seat. Instead we get the familiar choreography: the pause, the shrug, the solemn insistence that now is simply not the right time to do the thing a judge explicitly told them to do. The law is not an obligation so much as a genre they occasionally dabble in, like experimental theater or farm to table dining. Interesting in theory. Optional in practice. Yes, Epstein files are being released today. Just not *released* released. What we’re getting is a partial drop. Hundreds of thousa...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...

Not a hype stone. Not a new find. This is **natural Brazilian aquamarine**, cut in the early 2000s and kept in private stock ever since. Clean material, consistent cutting, light-to-medium blue, with good performance under neutral daylight. Offered **in 10 ct lots** — ideal for designers, jewelers, or small-scale production where matching matters. **Details:** * Natural aquamarine * Brazilian origin * Early 2000s cutting * Well-matched parcels * Sizes around 5–7 mm * No treatments disclosed * Price: **$85/ct** Not pushing a story — just putting solid material back into circulation. Happy to share extra photos or videos in daylight and answer technical questions.

**Layers Upon Layers is the tale of the collection of the American Museum of Natural History and it's staff arriving in a small town on VP just prior to the Battle of Earth. In short, it's the ******* museum fic with dinosaurs :3** **Here's part two of chapter 25! It's a bit on the shorter side, but it's setting a lot up for the future! Next on the agenda after this, however, is finally another Chevek chapter!** **Here's some of my recent art as well :3** [**Veni and Theresa being cute**](https://www.reddit.com/r/NatureofPredators/comments/1ok14wm/totally_normal_chief_exterminator_activities_3/)**,** [**The date scene from 22-2**](https://www.reddit.com/r/Nat...

Hey! I was diagnosed with Agoraphobia alongside other things (most importantly Complex Trauma, which has now been informally "upgraded" to DID), and I was wondering if my experience is familiar to other people as well, or if it might just be something else. I often struggle to leave the house, but I usually manage to do it sooner or later. I don't mind bringing out the rubbish (especially in the evening), which might be because I have a main door flat in a narrow close and don't need to sneak past other people to get outside. In the past, when I was spending time outside, I often ended up having the feeling that I don't want to go back home. This has become a lot ...

Hello. Forgive the long read but I am very confused and hoping there are some wise people who can help me. Every year I send my Christmas cards in the post via the Royal Mail using ordinary first (purple, previously gold) and second (green, previously blue) class UK stamps (well, the Christmas editions) to all corners of the UK and overseas to Australia, Hong Kong, Singapore, various European countries, and the Republic of Ireland. I have never used any kind of special or international stamps/postage, and all of my Christmas cards have always reached their intended recipients – for the best part of two decades, including last year, Christmas 2024. Fast forward to this week and when buyi...

# Chapter 2 : The Boy Who Refused to Bow to Fate # Amid the Hustle and Bustle(熙攘之間) # Book One: China in Lament **1** The coastal town of Mazong, surrounded by the sea on three sides, sat on a small peninsula just south of the Tropic of Cancer in Guangdong Province. Beyond the deep-blue waters, the land around the town was mostly sand. Only two kinds of plant managed to survive on those broad stretches of dunes: the screw pine—an introduced species from Malay with long leaves edged with small spines—and the bitter indigo, whose roots burrowed astonishingly deep. Scattered thinly across the sand, neither plant grew densely enough to form a real grove. When summer arrived, with...

Item Details: Round brilliant cut lab alexandrite 1.5ct set in 10k rose gold. Size 5.5. Bezel setting with cathedral, stacks flush with other rings. • ⁠Source: Cxsjeremy on AliExpress. Purchased $409 AUD. Ring selling for $594 AUD or $483 AUD including discounts on AliExpress. • ⁠Selling Price: $325 AUD + shipping if you are outside of Australia. I will pay for Australian shipping. • ⁠Shipping Cost & Method: In Australia - Aus post parcel post, with signature on delivery. Internationally - please DM me for a postage quote. • ⁠What is Included: ring box • ⁠Condition of the Item: good condition. Ring worn daily for a year and has minor scratches cons...

## The Most Brazen Public Asset Theft in Canadian History Is Happening Right Now—And They’re Counting on You Not Noticing Let me tell you a story about the biggest scam being run on Canadians right now. It’s not hidden in some shadowy backroom deal. It’s happening in broad daylight, with your tax dollars, involving an asset you’ve already paid for multiple times over. And when it’s done, you’ll pay again—this time to American corporations and private equity vultures who’ll charge you triple for worse service. I’m talking about Canada Post. And if you think this is just about stamps and parcels, you’re exactly where they want you. ## The Setup: Starve, Sabotage, Sell ...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

“There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family as...

"There is no map for the waters beneath the cypress, for they run deeper than the earth itself. What moves there is not life as we know it, but something vaster, older, unbound by our hours and seasons. The swamp is only its skin.” -Dee Dee Star Burns My name is Sophia Pembroke. I was fifteen in the summer of 1926, old enough to understand the tension in my parents’ voices when they thought we were asleep, but still young enough to believe the world’s darker corners could be explained by science or scripture. I was quite a silent girl, always in my mind. I would keep a journal, scribbling everything down as if writing might hold the world steady. I had never thought of my family...