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Outrage in Germany as Elon Musk Accused of Election Meddling
You can't handle the truth.... According to Jack Nicholson... -
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Two Dead in Pickup Truck and Motorcycle Collision in Bangkok
Yeah...I am sure, the Motorbikers was sober.......... -
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Russia Dismisses Proposed Peace Deal from Trump Transition Team
I recall it too. But regardless of what we recall, the time has definitely come to side with the commander in chief when he does the right thing. And, with regards to Ukraine, I feel Trump is doing and will do the right thing. -
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South Korean Man Arrested After High-Speed Chase and Fiery Crash Near Pattaya
Poor baby, did he realized that the babes were rinsing him and finally woke up? Oh, well, pay the piper baby! -
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Outrage in Germany as Elon Musk Accused of Election Meddling
Musk is afflicted by Asperger's autism syndrome. Such people are very bright but may have other issues, such as overfocusing on some matters at the expense of coping with reality. -
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2 Bulky Western Men and a Bargirl
Allow me to take this intriguing story and finish it ... The Bangkok Twist Last night in Bangkok was something else! I was chilling at this small bar on Sukhumvit Road, sipping whiskey on the rocks while the neon lights glowed all around. The smells of incense and the chatter from the crowd made it feel super lively. I was lost in the noise, the flickering lights outside mixing with the buzz of the bar, when two massive Western guys stumbled in. Seriously, they looked like they could be wrestlers with those huge necks and arms. Their laughter was so loud that it grabbed everyone’s attention in the place. And then, as if they were a matching set, I noticed the woman with them. She was a cute Thai bar girl—bright smile, long dark hair, looking like she’d just walked out of a movie. She squeezed in between the two guys, her eyes sparkling a bit as she greeted them with a flirty smile. She looked like she was used to guys like them, but something told me she was more than just a pretty face. The guys started chatting and laughing like they were best buds. Adam and Mark, I overheard them call each other. The guys were having a blast, but she? She was right in the middle of it all—joking, laughing, playing the role of the flirt, but with that air of control, that little spark in her eyes that made me wonder: What was really going on here? It was too easy to get caught up in their excitement. Maybe this was just a regular night for them—a couple of dudes celebrating, escaping their routine. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper beneath it all. Something that had nothing to do with cheap whiskey and loud music. As the night went on, they got louder, wilder—dancing, laughing, clinking their glasses together. The place felt like it was getting hotter with every passing second. I felt myself drawn to their energy, feeling almost hypnotized by the way they moved, how they seemed to exist in their own world, laughing with such reckless abandon. But there was something more. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all an act—a carefully rehearsed performance where they all played their parts. As I sat there nursing my last drink, I was just about to get up and leave when I saw them heading towards the back of the bar. The woman, whose name I had learned was Somchai, was leading the two hulking men towards a private room. A little voice inside my head told me I should leave. Just go home, it whispered. But the truth was—I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I didn’t know why, but I felt compelled to follow them. I stepped into the corridor just as the door to the back room clicked shut. The air outside felt heavy, thick with something I couldn’t quite name, but I was already moving before I could stop myself. I walked down the narrow hall, my boots tapping lightly on the floor, drawn to whatever had lured them into that room. I reached the door, slowly, quietly. There was no sound—no music, no laughter. Just silence. I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear her voice, calm and controlled, speaking to one of the men. "You've done well," she said. I froze. There was a coolness to her tone—nothing flirtatious, nothing playful. It was business. Serious business. I felt a strange rush of adrenaline. What the hell was going on here? The door was cracked slightly, just enough for me to peer inside. Somchai was standing across the room, facing the two men, but her body language was different now. She was more poised, more in control. Adam, the bigger of the two, was holding a bag in his hands—his grip tightening, knuckles white. Mark stood off to the side, glancing nervously at the walls, the floor, anywhere but at her. "What’s in the bag?" I whispered to myself. Somchai turned then, almost as if she knew I was watching. Her eyes locked onto mine through the crack in the door, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. A smile stretched across her lips—dangerous, knowing. "You really thought it was all just fun, didn’t you?" Her voice drifted through the crack, soft but sharp. I took a step back, heart pounding. Was she playing with me? My instincts screamed that I should run, but I couldn’t move. Not yet. Somchai opened the door with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving mine. "You want to see what’s inside?" I swallowed hard, not knowing whether to run or confront whatever was happening in there. She stepped aside, motioning for me to enter. The two men didn’t look at me. Adam’s eyes were glued to the bag. Mark looked like he wanted to disappear into the shadows. Somchai’s eyes, though, were on me. She stepped forward, the air between us charged, like a current that could snap at any moment. "Come in," she said, voice sweet, but there was an edge to it. "I think it’s time you learned exactly who you’ve been sitting next to." I walked into the room, the door clicking shut behind me. The space was dimly lit, luxurious—way too luxurious for a small bar on Sukhumvit. It felt like something was off, like I had stepped into another world altogether. "Open it," she ordered. Adam set the bag down on the table. The weight of the moment made my pulse quicken. I hesitated but then, unable to resist, I reached for the zipper. My fingers grazed the cold leather. The sound of the zipper pulling open seemed to reverberate around the room. And when I opened it—my breath caught in my throat. Inside the bag were stacks of bills, bundles of hundred-dollar bills, secured tightly with rubber bands. But that wasn’t what made my heart race. It was the envelope at the top of the pile, carefully sealed with a red wax stamp. "You’re looking at something much more valuable than money," Somchai said, her voice low and steady, like she was explaining something to a child. I glanced at her, confused. "What’s this?" She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned to Adam and Mark. "Do you want to tell him?" she asked. Mark looked away. Adam just swallowed, his eyes locked on the envelope. I pulled it out, breaking the seal, my hands trembling slightly. Inside was a thin, plain piece of paper. But it wasn’t just any paper—it was a contract. I unfolded it, and what I saw made my stomach drop. The contract wasn’t about money. It wasn’t about Bitcoin. It was about power. And it was signed by a name I knew all too well. Somchai. And beneath it, written in bold, black letters, was a single sentence: You are mine now. Before I could process what I was reading, Somchai moved closer, her presence swallowing the air between us. "Surprised?" she whispered. "You thought you were just another tourist. Just another man who stumbled into the wrong bar. But you’re more than that." I looked at her, my head spinning. "What the hell is this? What is this contract?" She smiled, leaning in, her breath warm against my ear. "This contract," she murmured, "is your life now. You’re not going anywhere. You’re part of the business now." I felt the floor tilt beneath me. "No... no, you can’t—" "You think I didn’t notice you? I’ve been watching you since the moment you walked in. You were too curious, too eager to fit in," she said, her voice low and intimate. "And now, you’re with us. There’s no going back." Her hand slid down my chest, slow and deliberate, as her other hand closed around my wrist, gripping it tightly. "I knew you'd be perfect for what we need," she whispered. "You’ve always wanted more, haven’t you? Well, now you’ve got it. Welcome to the team." I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I was trapped. And I hadn’t even known it. -
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Trump on Immigration: "We need a lot of people coming in."
Indeed, the plurality of them are. -
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