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2,625,373	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife	Amidst her family's financial downfall, she relinquished her cherished violin to play her husband's docile pet, only to be met with his contempt. Following a moment of clarity, she courageously divorced and reignited her music career, achieving great success and evoking remorse from her ex-husband. ===== Joelle Miller pored over Rebecca Lloyd's Twitter feed, studying each video with a laser-sharp attention, was eager to glimpse the face of Rebecca's boyfriend. Rebecca, the girl in the clips, exuded a soft and delicate aura in her plain white dress. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but there was a wholesome simplicity about her, and her smile was genuinely charming. She discovered that on pivotal days--Christmas Eve, Valentine's Day, and even on Joelle's own birthday--Rebecca was with Adrian Miller, her so-called husband, who had been missing from all significant events for the past three years. Rebecca's joyful narrations and the casual snippets of her life with her boyfriend were more than enough to steep Joelle in gloom. "Do you see this? He saves the juiciest slice of watermelon just for me." "Even when he comes home late, he never forgets to bring me a little something." "And look at this--surprise! He picked up a blessing charm for me from the church." ...... The username on the account was "Countdown To Death." That was the only account Joelle followed. As she was about to reflect on the ominous name, the bathroom door swung open. In the dimly lit room, Adrian appeared, water dripped from his hair. Despite the dim lighting, his striking features were undiminished. Joelle instinctively snapped her phone shut and gazed at him, lost in thought. It had been ages since she last laid eyes on Adrian. Tonight, he was here not by choice. His grandmother, Irene Miller, was ill and desperate for a great-grandchild, which compelled him to return. Otherwise, he might never have come back. Over their three-year marriage, Adrian seldom visited home, spending most of his time at Oak Villas. It was common knowledge that he held no love for Joelle. She felt trapped in a marriage that existed in name only. "I'll give you one chance. Whether you as you wish or not is in the hands of fate," Adrian declared, his voice resonant and deep. What was he implying? Before Joelle could ponder further, Adrian seized her ankle and yanked her towards him, his shadow looming over her petite frame. Joelle's face turned pale as she faced his cruelty, her body tensed with fear. "Adrian! Stop, I don't want it..." Her words were interrupted by her own frantic struggles. Being forced into such a situation with the man she loved filled her with humiliation and terror. Adrian's sneer cut through the air. "You dared to frame me once; you should have seen this day coming. Just endure it." At his harsh words, Joelle's eyes filled with tears, her eyelashes fluttering like wounded butterflies. She looked up at his stern face, her voice trembling. "Things were not what you think..." Her protest was cut. The intense pain overwhelmed her, her resistance fading as despair took hold. She lay there, wishing for oblivion. "You've learned; playing hard to get is far more interesting than just lying there like a dead fish," he rasped, his voice laced with spite. After his shower, he departed without a backward glance, as though he couldn't leave fast enough. Before and after, his ritualistic showers seemed to cleanse him of her, as if she were a stain on his conscience. Joelle struggled to decipher her role in his life. Was she merely a plaything for his pleasure? Or a pawn to fulfill his family's expectations for an heir? The window stood wide open, letting in a biting cold wind. Joelle shivered, drawing the blanket tighter around herself. It wasn't just the chill in the air that made her tremble. Her heart felt as if it had been torn apart, a relentless icy wind whipping through its open wound. The man she had adored for nearly eight years was now a stranger to her. Three years earlier, at a lavish banquet hosted by the Miller family, Joelle had overindulged in wne. When she had woken up, she had found herself sleeping with Adrian. Before she could gather her thoughts, her brother and several members of the Miller family had burst into the room. What was done could not be reversed. Adrian's grandmother had taken the reins and orchestrated their marriage. All this time, Adrian was convinced that Joelle had dgged him to trap him. Joelle had once been baffled by Adrian's profound animosity, even if he believed she had framed him. After all, they had grown up together. But now, she understood. In Adrian's eyes, she was nothing but the nefarious woman who had sabotaged his relationship with Rebecca. She often found herself pondering how perfect Adrian seemed in Rebecca's videos--always so gentle and attentive. It dawned on her that he would probably never show her that same tenderness. Eventually, Joelle couldn't hold back her tears any longer and succumbed to a sobbing breakdown. That night, her sleep was restless and disturbed. In the later hours, she found herself dreaming of their earlier days when she and Adrian hadn't been at odds. Awoken by her troubled sleep, Joelle rose unusually early. After freshening up, she slipped into some casual clothes and made her way downstairs. Leah Jenkins, the long-serving maid, noticed Joelle descending and promptly set the table with breakfast, familiar with all her dietary preferences. Joelle took her time with breakfast, eating slowly and deliberately. "Mrs. Miller, why didn't you convince Mr. Miller to stay last night? It's not often he comes home," Leah commented, her tone reflecting sympathy for Joelle. Leah had been a servant of the Miller family for many years, witnessing the growth of Joelle and Adrian from childhood friends to the enemies they were now. A pang of discomfort briefly crossed Joelle's features before she masked it with a composed smile. "I tried, but he didn't stay," she admitted. Even if she could keep Adrian close physically, his heart was elsewhere. His affections lay at Oak Villas, home to the one he truly cherished. Leah hesitated before speaking again, her tone careful. "Maybe it's because Mr. Miller is so tied up with the company. Running such a massive business takes a lot of his time." After being reassigned to attend to Joelle three years ago, Leah had come to understand the nuances of this marriage better than anyone. Her insight brought with it a heartfelt sympathy for Joelle. Joelle's eyelashes quivered as she nibbled on her toast, her eyes watering slightly from the emotional strain. Yes, Adrian was preoccupied, but he always made time for Rebecca. He frequented Redemption Church to seek a blessing charm for her. Despite his hectic schedule, he never missed spending holidays with her. Just then, Joelle's phone broke the silence. As Leah left the dining room, Joelle picked up her phone and found her best friend, Katherine Nash, calling. "Katherine, I want a divorce," Joelle said in a raspy voice. Chapter 2 On Its Last Legs Joelle made up her mind--she wanted a divorce. There was no point in dragging this out any longer. After a moment of stunned silence, Katherine let out a shrill burst of laughter. "Are you going to get half of Adrian's assets? Oh, my God! Joelle, you're about to become a billionaire!" "No, I can't." Joelle had signed an agreement when she and Adrian married. If they divorced, she would get nothing. "Then why the hell are you divorcing? Just keep being his wife!" Joelle recalled Adrian's roughness the previous night and the humiliation that followed. She had been so naive in the past, believing that her love for Adrian could help her endure any hardship. But now, looking back, she realized how foolish she had been. Did suffering ever make Adrian love her more? The answer was no. A man who genuinely loved her would never let her suffer in the first place. Joelle laughed at herself mockingly and changed the subject. "By the way, remember the favor I asked you last time?" "Yes. I was going to tell you about that. You asked me to keep an eye out for a job, and I've got something for you. You'll be teaching a student to play the violin, though I must say, it'll be a waste of your talent." "That's fine," Joelle replied with a faint smile. "It's not a waste at all. I've been a housewife for three years. Just having someone willing to hire me is enough." "How is it not a waste? You were so close to becoming a part of an international orchestra. If it weren't for getting married..." Katherine trailed off, feeling indignant for her friend. After getting married, Joelle wasn't even allowed to work. These wealthy families clung to such outdated rules. The whole situation was ridiculous. Three years ago, Joelle's violin career had been on the rise. However, the Miller family's strict traditions forbade her from performing in public. On the very first day of her marriage, Adrian's mother had told her, "You don't need to work. Adrian will provide for you. Your job is to give birth to his babies and take care of your husband." Once her call with Katherine ended, Joelle went upstairs and retrieved her long-neglected violin from the study. This violin was a special gift from her father on her eighteenth birthday. Tragically, not long after she had received it, her father had suffered a stroke and fallen into a coma. Her older brother had taken on the responsibility of supporting their family. He had let her pursue her dreams of playing the violin without worries. As she reminisced about the past, Joelle drew the bow across the strings. Years ago, an accident had injured her wrist, and she hadn't played since. Now, as she played, sharp pain shot through her wrist, but she persisted. She relied on muscle memory to play a short piece. In the end, she gave a bitter laugh. It sounded terrible. Just then, she heard Leah's voice at the door, filled with surprise and delight. "Sir, you're back!" Leah was secretly relieved to see Adrian. His returning home must mean he still cared for Joelle. Perhaps if Joelle said something kind, their relationship might improve. Meanwhile, Joelle was surprised. Adrian rarely came home during the day. She had just set down her violin when the door swung open. Adrian stood in the doorway, his tall frame imposing. With furrowed brows, his eyes swept over her. He remembered that Joelle had learned to play the violin as a child and had been praised for her talent by a renowned teacher. But for some reason, she had stopped playing. Having listened from outside just now, he found her playing mediocre. How could anyone have praised her talent? Joelle glanced at him and lowered her head to place the violin back in its case. Then, in a low voice, she asked, "What brings you here? Is there anything you need?" "I came to pick up something and remind you that we need to visit Grandma tomorrow," Adrian replied in a cold tone. Visiting his grandmother at least once a month was a family rule. Tomorrow was the day. If not for this obligation, Adrian wouldn't have returned at all. If he and Joelle didn't show up together, Irene would be upset. Joelle smiled bitterly. She remembered the Miller family rules better than Adrian and always adhered to them. Even Irene, stringent as ever, couldn't find fault with her. "I haven't forgotten. I'm relieved to know you haven't either," Joelle responded. Her tone carried a hint of accusation, making Adrian sneer. For a moment, a simmering anger brewed within him. Without another word, he headed straight to the walk-in closet to look for something. Even though he rarely came home, Joelle still maintained his wardrobe meticulously--clothes washed, ironed, and neatly arranged. Joelle felt her role was reduced to performing household chores, something Leah could also manage. Her only advantage, perhaps, was that she was younger and prettier than Leah. Her eyes followed Adrian's movements. His ring finger was bare--the wedding ring nowhere to be seen. A sharp pang of pain shot through her heart. "Adrian, let's get a divorce," Joelle suddenly said, her voice as soft as a breeze. Saying those words drained all her strength, yet she felt a strange relief wash over her. Adrian turned around and stared at her with a mocking smile. "Think carefully before you speak. The Watson family is now on its last legs. Without my support, do you plan to sleep on the streets with your brother after the divorce?" Since the Watson family's downfall, Joelle had gone from being cherished to ridiculed. The Miller family despised her and looked down on her as if she and her brother were leeches they couldn't shake off. Even her intimate moments with Adrian made her feel degraded. Joelle bit her lip and straightened up. "I've already rented a place. Even if I ended up sleeping on the streets, that would be on me." All she wanted was for Adrian to respect her, but three years of captivity had worn down her pride and dignity. "And where did you get the money to rent a place? If you wanted to be independent so badly, you shouldn't have spent a single penny from the Miller family." Adrian, with his back to Joelle, found the missing wedding ring in a gap and held it in his palm. Joelle didn't notice. His words left her breathless. Yes, she had used her meager savings to rent the place. But since she was married to Adrian, wasn't what was hers also his? Besides, the financial support Adrian had given the Watson family over the years amounted to a significant sum. Joelle had always despised the idea of owing Adrian anything, yet her debt to him was the deepest. If they divorced, he would likely sever all financial support to the Watson family. Was he suggesting she would have to exit the marriage empty-handed? As Adrian turned to leave, Joelle called out to him, her dignity barely intact. "I'm legally entitled to this marriage and have a rightful claim to what's supposed to be mine. But don't worry, I won't ask for much--just enough to help Watson Group get through this crisis." Adrian froze, his features sharpening. His lips formed a thin line, and his jaw clenched. These were clear signs of his brewing anger. Even though Joelle had mentally braced herself, she couldn't withstand the intensity of his rage. Each moment under his stern gaze intensified her anxiety. Just then, his phone rang. Adrian pulled it from his pocket and began to walk away. "Adrian!" Chapter 3 I Will Always Hold My Head High Adrian's frustration crackled in the air like static. "If your brother needs money, tell him to march straight to Miller Group." "That's not what this is about!" Joelle retorted. He misunderstood her completely. Joelle hurried after him, her heart pounding with urgency. "Adrian, I want a divorce!" At those words, Adrian stopped going upstairs and turned his head; the phone in his hand fell silent too. At six feet three inches, Adrian towered over Joelle. His gaze was cold, and when he spoke, his voice dripped with mockery. "Joelle, can't you come up with a better game than this endless push-and-pull? If you're serious about a divorce, why don't you tell Grandma yourself? If not, don't ever let me hear that word from you again!" The door slammed shut behind him, the finality of it echoing. Joelle leaned against the wall, her legs giving out beneath her until she slid to the floor. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Their marriage had been crafted by Irene. Adrian had been forced into it, and Joelle knew it all too well. If she truly wanted a divorce, she knew talking to Irene would be the most effective route. But a small, foolish part of her had clung to the hope that she and Adrian were a real couple. That was why she had brought it up with him first--she saw him as her husband. But she had forgotten one crucial detail: Adrian had never been willing to marry her. From the start, his reluctance had been clear, though she had tried to overlook it. His last words to her weren't just dismissive--they were a command. If she was serious, she should confront Irene herself. Joelle took a shower, dressed in fresh clothes, and steeled herself to visit Irene. Irene was strict, authoritative, and feared by the entire family. She ruled with an iron fist, and disobedience was not tolerated. But Joelle shared a unique bond with her. Part of the reason Joelle had agreed to marry Adrian was to fulfill Irene's expectations. She had wanted to care for Adrian, build a home, and ensure that Irene could pass away without regret. But now, she couldn't hold on any longer. Watching Adrian lavish attention on another woman filled Joelle with a wave of bitterness that threatened to consume her. She knew Adrian didn't love her. He never had, and he never would! Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. It was her brother, Shawn Watson. "Shawn? What's wrong?" "Mrs. Miller!" It was Shawn's assistant, and his voice was panicked--something Joelle had never heard before. Her blood ran cold, and she gripped the phone tighter as she stood at the bottom of the staircase. "Where's Shawn? What happened to him?" "Last night, Mr. Watson attended a business meeting where he was pressured to drink heavily. He was supposed to come home, but Erick Lloyd insisted on taking him to a hot spring." Joelle froze, fury surging through her veins. "Did Erick not realize that could kill him?" "Erick is a loose cannon! He's been throwing his weight around ever since his father and brother were chauffeurs for the Miller family. Mrs. Miller, you need to come quickly! Mr. Watson is still in surgery, and the doctors have issued two critical condition notices. I couldn't hold out any longer before calling you!" His voice cracked as he neared the brink of tears. Joelle knew he wouldn't have reached out unless the situation was truly desperate. Shawn had always protected her from bad news, no matter how grim the circumstances. If the assistant was this shaken, Shawn's life must be teetering on the edge. Joelle felt as if the world was closing in around her, her voice strangled in her throat. She missed the last step and tumbled hard, her ankle twisting sharply. The searing pain snapped her back to reality, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "Oh no! Mrs. Miller, how could you not be watching your steps?" Leah rushed over and helped Joelle to her feet. Joelle clutched Leah's arm, her vision blurred by tears. She tried to speak, but the words came out choked and broken between sobs. "My brother... I have to see him at the hospital!" Sensing the urgency in her voice, Leah didn't hesitate. "Alright, don't worry. I'll get the driver to take you right away!" Leah was a seasoned and dependable maid who had served the Miller family for years. Within five minutes, the car was parked before the villa. As Joelle was about to step into the car, she turned to Leah. "Please, don't tell Irene about this. I don't want to worry her." Leah's heart softened at Joelle's words. Even in her pale, tear-streaked state, Joelle was thinking of Irene's well-being. What a rare and remarkable girl she was! "Don't worry, Mrs. Miller. I know what to do. Go see your brother." When Joelle arrived at the hospital, Shawn had just been wheeled out of surgery. Seeing Shawn hooked up to tubes and wires, the assistant nearly crumpled to the floor. As Joelle approached, she found him kneeling against the wall, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. She held back the urge to scold him for not protecting Shawn better. There would be time for that later. Once Shawn's condition stabilized, Joelle pulled the assistant aside. "Tell me everything--how did this happen?" The assistant hesitated, his face drawn with worry. "Mrs. Miller, Mr. Watson specifically instructed us not to involve you in business matters." "This is a matter of life and death. Do you still think keeping me in the dark is an option?" Joelle's patience snapped, and she turned to walk away. "Mrs. Miller, it's no use." The assistant's voice was heavy with despair. "You know that ever since your father passed, Watson Group has rested entirely on Mr. Watson's shoulders. He's been fighting to uphold the family's dignity so that your life in the Miller family would be easier." For three years, Shawn had fought valiantly to keep the family afloat. However, without Adrian's financial backing, their efforts would have crumbled long ago. Shawn's deepest wish was for Joelle to live comfortably, but despite his relentless efforts, he could never win her the respect she deserved from her husband. No matter how much Shawn sacrificed, Joelle would remain undervalued in the Miller family. Joelle's anger simmered, yet she knew she couldn't change her reality. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Did you mention my relationship with Adrian?" She hoped that aligning herself with the Miller family could help Shawn stand his ground. "Mr. Watson refuses to bring it up. He's afraid it will only make things harder for you." Joelle let out a bitter laugh. From the beginning, she had never been able to stand on equal footing with Adrian. No wonder he despised her--she could barely tolerate herself. Just an hour ago, she had resolved to ask for a divorce. Now, she found herself clinging to Adrian's name, desperate to make life easier for Shawn. "Tell Shawn I'm Adrian Miller's wife, the one Irene handpicked. As long as I'm Mrs. Miller, I will hold my head high in the Miller family!" Footsteps echoed behind her. Joelle turned and locked eyes with Adrian's cold gaze. Beside him stood a frail-looking girl with wide, innocent eyes, clinging to Adrian openly. Adrian's glance at Joelle was filled with cold disdain, as if even acknowledging her presence was an effort. This cunning woman had dgged him into marriage. With such deceitful tactics, how could she easily walk away from this union? The same marriage served as a lifeline for her struggling family. He had given Watson Group a hundred million each year. Joelle would be a fool to risk losing that by actually divorcing him. Chapter 4 She Finally Figured It Out Joelle had long since grown numb to Adrian's cold indifference. She quietly observed their intertwined arms, her thoughts drifting to the sweet moments captured in Rebecca's videos that had made many envious. What a perfect couple they made! The thought struck Joelle like a kife, and suddenly, she felt like the real third wheel. "Joelle, please don't get things wrong!" Rebecca's voice was laced with urgency as she quickly withdrew her hand from Adrian's arm. "I'm not well and can't walk far. Adie was just being kind enough to support me." Joelle managed a faint smile. "What brings you to the hospital?" she asked Adrian, deliberately ignoring Rebecca's explanation. If there was one thing Joelle had learned, it was that the best revenge against the other woman was to act as if she didn't exist. "It's about Erick," Rebecca interjected, her hands clasped in front of her like a repentant child. "I also came to say sorry to you, Joelle. Sorry about Erick being so careless and causing your brother to end up in the hospital." Joelle retorted, "Did I hear careless? Your brother nearly killed mine, and you think an apology is enough to make it right?" Rebecca flinched, instinctively clutching Adrian's sleeve for support. Adrian's voice was as cold as winter when he finally spoke. "That's enough, Joelle. It wasn't intentional." Then he turned to Rebecca, and his tone softened. "Let's go. Aren't you here to see Erick?" A wave of icy realization washed over Joelle. She had hoped naively that Adrian was here to check on Shawn. But no, he was just here for Rebecca, to see Erick. Even if he did stop by to see Shawn, it would only be out of obligation, nothing more. She knew better than to expect Adrian to defend her. "Rebecca, I won't forget what Erick did!" Joelle said. Rebecca's legs buckled, and she collapsed against Adrian's chest. He caught her just in time, holding her close. "Joelle, Erick didn't mean any harm. He's in the hospital too!" "Is he dead? If not, he has to pay for what he's done!" Joelle rarely lashed out, but today was different. Shawn was basically the only family she had left. Her father, incapacitated by a stroke, lay in a vegetative state with little or no hope of recovering, and her mother had perished in a car accident. Since she was eighteen, it had been just her and Shawn, facing the world together. During their darkest hours, Shawn had carried the burden alone, allowing Joelle to pursue her passion for the violin. Now, the thought of losing him too was unbearable. She wished nothing more than for Erick to die. "Joelle, how can you say that?" Rebecca sobbed, her voice trembling with disbelief. Adrian's patience snapped, and his eyes turned cold as they locked onto Joelle. "What do you want?" "Shawn received two critical condition notices. How about Erick?" Rebecca gasped, clinging to Adrian as if he were the only thing keeping her from collapsing, her fragile body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Joelle, please! I only have one brother left. Show mercy, please!" She fainted before Joelle could respond, leaving no room for further argument. Adrian scooped Rebecca up, his eyes filled with cold reproach as he looked at Joelle one last time. He walked away, leaving Joelle standing there, rooted to the spot, unable to move or even think for what felt like an eternity. Before their marriage, she had been the cherished girl, but afterward, she had reduced herself to the role of Adrian's servant. Looking back, she realized how naive she had been. She used to be such a proud person, but now she endures all kinds of grievances just to please her husband. How pathetic! It's been three years, it's time to divorce and start a new life... ...... What happens next? 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2,628,200	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-10 16:44	active	1985	instagram.com	THIS FRIDAY NIGHT❗️We kickoff winter with FREE ENTRY before 11pm for everyone on the guestlist! Here’s how to get on: 1) TAG 3 people below & comment GUESTLIST 2) Be inside by 11pm! … and you’re FREE!	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/venubuffalo	VENU	https://www.facebook.com/VenuBuffalo/	15,755	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/venubuffalo	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469964124_1308501327174451_5557994847440963365_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=03uy8NKx5uwQ7kNvgFPVUJu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Asw5GTJdoOecm6HrxPmB3nY&oh=00_AYCXsiZ_emdejXUJ9q_czZxchqSkLnN_p2unlhERCX2r4w&oe=675E772F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	VENU	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,357	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/wanniewinston	Wannie Winston	https://www.facebook.com/wanniewinston/	175	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.instagram.com/_u/wanniewinston	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469888470_3922352018091604_2898462823138550670_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VojcnbEWvNcQ7kNvgEWOH_1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ABdt23s7cFOmC4Lhb4D3ZLo&oh=00_AYC9CBlGckfUFh7S6B0FdJ2z3uEBreGeOpDou519LIy0ig&oe=675D597B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Wannie Winston	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,744	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2619742}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979	GIVEAWAY VELITES 🎁 🎄	🎁 This Christmas, join Velites' giveaway and win gear that will support you in every WOD. 💪 👉 Sign up now and don’t forget to follow us!	SIGN_UP	https://info.velitessport.com/velites-christmas-gi	Velites Sport	https://www.facebook.com/VelitesSport/	29,485	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	velitessport.com	DCO		https://info.velitessport.com/velites-christmas-giveaway-us/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469944400_478161564879388_4372066475907959598_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JsUTYVIS6v0Q7kNvgEGPSks&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AuwB_sQODoCX8WWIaUMFqZB&oh=00_AYDTaoovtbhCnNP6AqTDIH7UdVdPShFjLOF7ghRl7K1wPg&oe=675D628F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Velites Sport	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,622,162	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2620556}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	William Clare Entertainment	Straight from the Tony Award-winning Million Dollar Quartet, Jacob Tolliver and Felice Garcia light up the stage with everything from rockabilly classics to modern-day duets 🎸 🎤 Their dynamic performances at our November Showcase had the audience up and dancing at the end of the evening! Who was your favorite performer? Let us know in the comments, and stay tuned for more artist highlights from our Showcase Spotlight Series! 🌐 www.williamclare.com 📞 727-789-4594 📧 kelly@williamclare.com	CALL_NOW		William Clare Entertainment	https://www.facebook.com/WilliamClareEntertainment/	9,242	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE	With a myriad of show business specialty acts instantly accessible, the Cats at William Clare Entertainment are your connection to a glittering universe of stars. 30 years of experience helps us make the phenomenal an everyday occurrence!		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469102146_619164910543411_1721309495136723881_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=f-NESrVCpSEQ7kNvgEjLGNm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdS67yqk-gWGGPfvztjyh27&oh=00_AYB6Bs7vgBXHdMEq07bmucrBam6WaAPUpXUs4pIueLjBCQ&oe=675D7B0E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	William Clare Entertainment	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,115	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979		🎉WIN A YEAR OF FREE PROTEIN!!🎉 Here’s how to enter: 1️⃣ Like this photo & follow @sfh 2️⃣ Tag a friend in the comments. 1 tag = 1 entry 3️⃣ Share this post to your stories and tag @sfh for an additional 25 entries!! *Giveaway ends on 12/29 at 11:59pm EST. Winner will be announced on 12/30. Winner will receive 1 bag of SFH Protein every month for an entire year starting January! Helping you start 2025 strong and hit your protein goals all year long🦾 #sfh #livinsfh #wheyprotein	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/sfh	SFH - Stronger Faster Healthier	https://www.facebook.com/strongerfasterhealthier/	40,328	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/sfh	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469828359_469745952414645_8475578752401383385_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hNYoCRMuVfIQ7kNvgHhZfCo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AW6Y-JYozPJnMp9HLJRE1m2&oh=00_AYD8K2d6NbdMF5-W2f5dj8BxxPfS1NC5MOnNNzz2aaIyXg&oe=675D3D4C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	SFH - Stronger Faster Healthier	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,696	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623933}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." At Grace Mansion, Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, spoke to his wife, determination and a trace of guilt in his face. Carissa Sinclair stared at her husband--she had waited for a whole year, her eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa replied coldly. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward! “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, and her six brothers had all sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates for a full hour before they were let in. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict." "Another edict?" Holding back tears, Carissa looked up with determined eyes. She pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. Based on my late family's military merits, I wish to seek an edict-- An amicable divorce with General Warren."	LEARN_MORE	https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	shgjfh.com	DCO		https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464333883_539427592316325_3288990928559249073_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CLJJ5U29hzYQ7kNvgFcTLXZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZsGA-umUwjLHfIlaoFmXL6&oh=00_AYAEgZViqk6GrWXMbdYEcgHotlN78Y40gEmb4mFE8HMqcA&oe=675D70C1	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,620,056	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979	FREE Toy Giveaway	❄️ Tis the Season for FREE Family Fun & 5G Savings! ❄️ Join us for a FREE Winter Holiday Event at the Boost Mobile store at 634 State St Perth Amboy, NJ 08861 on 12/14/2024! 🎁 The first 50 kids get a FREE TOY! 🎁 Plus, discover amazing deals on the latest 5G smartphones and family plans. This event is FREE and open to everyone! Come celebrate the season with us. #HolidayCheer #FamilyFun #5GSavings #BoostMobile	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/2010375642762298	Boost Mobile - Local Events	https://www.facebook.com/oneboostnation/	5,995	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	FREE Toy Giveaway	EVENT	❄️ Tis the Season for FREE Family Fun & 5G Savings! ❄️ Join us for a FREE Winter Holiday Event at Boost Mobile! 🎁 The first 50 kids get a FREE TOY! 🎁 Plus, discover amazing deals on the latest 5G smartphones and family plans. This event is FREE and open to everyone! Come celebrate the season with us! #HolidayCheer #FamilyFun #5GSavings #BoostMobile	https://www.facebook.com/events/2010375642762298	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469298909_2618487331685497_1532465497194388386_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IS7xH98mus8Q7kNvgEMNqi3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=As_JK5EAECeFJd0TuDkzgDN&oh=00_AYB9e0SMdR0s51-ET_zY8sHkWkSzryZQMuliG3ML_rGzNg&oe=675D572B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Boost Mobile - Local Events	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,151	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2629074}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:51	active	1985	New SS24 Collection	Discover our new collection of luxury swimwear made from the finest fabrics and fibers with the highest UV protection. 👙Eco-responsible European fabrics 💧 Ultra-fast drying 🇫🇷 Irresistible French styles 🎁 Free beach pouch with each swimsuit ☀️ UPF 50 + certification	SHOP_NOW	https://www.lisonparis.com/en/collections/children	Lison Paris	https://www.facebook.com/lisonsimplybeautiful/	3,046	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	lisonparis.com	DCO	Kids' Swimwear	https://www.lisonparis.com/en/collections/children-swimsuit	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/447634522_470324612055037_923666881712067478_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CsM9nOaAJoEQ7kNvgHJvdXe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AcTCg5SC2JkWtaUGFVh9tBD&oh=00_AYDtz8aeO7ar_2TNbq4owhyTSgweebQ0n9kMbv1kHde2PQ&oe=675E9043	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Lison Paris	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,626,598	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 04:54	active	1984		It’s Day 8 of Gorilla Grip’s 12 Days of Gifting. Everyday we will gift one of our most loved products to a lucky follower. Today’s prize is a Gorilla Pair of Gorilla Grip Bath Pillow. 1. Follow @gorillagripusa 2. Tag a friend and comment #GGDay8 on the Prize Post 3. Multiple entries allowed but you must tag different friends 4. You have until 11:59 PM EST on each day during the Sweepstakes to enter for that day This competition is not sponsored, endorsed or administered or associated with Instagram. Winner will be chosen at random and will be announced via an Instagram story on December 11, 2024. Winners will also be notified by DM. No purchase necessary. Prize is nontransferable and no cash alternatives can be given. Entrants must be located in United States (excluding Alaska and Hawaii) and be 18 years or older to enter. Terms and Conditions: https://gorillagrip.com/pages/instagram-sweepstakes-giveaway	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/gorillagripusa	Gorilla Grip	https://www.facebook.com/61558102139463/	40	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		https://www.instagram.com/_u/gorillagripusa	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469648490_1328514721643429_5339687877206946155_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0owr76IAvxoQ7kNvgGZsfcd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AT6fWtOue6uhd14hM8flzND&oh=00_AYA2yvrQbPtotn-EJ7qCl5PUpdWnRMr74HAnBjkRPmb6WA&oe=675DF0CF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Gorilla Grip	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,621,327	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2621326}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/kellyhurrellfitness	Kelly Hurrell Fitness LLC	https://www.facebook.com/100063707463913/	423	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/kellyhurrellfitness	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469808011_908617941250676_2038006467191723034_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DUdTuWEyZLcQ7kNvgFTcHOf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmraKywqyMz8w9cKkRhY-so&oh=00_AYDuxvmPN4oVpgEf8X4ffpXmwSpQ4yQsp83T2L1DzlAL7g&oe=675D6682	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Hurrell Fitness LLC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,132	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2629131}'	No	2024-12-10 16:51	active	1985	Exclusive Holiday Party	Join our holiday party for an evening of festive drinks, exclusive specials, and a chance to win some prizes! 🎁	SIGN_UP	https://www.eventbrite.com/e/a-holiday-affair-plan	It's A Secret Med Spa	https://www.facebook.com/Itsasecretmedspa/	15,525	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	eventbrite.com	DCO	Celebrate the season with us!	https://www.eventbrite.com/e/a-holiday-affair-plano-tx-tickets-1106519462499	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469908534_1101230368329712_8400998853752398620_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CElMiQpmX5oQ7kNvgHl88LX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A6jmMGIe190vgLTjShy4Rwu&oh=00_AYC91GLhB5wmXRNRn_Mk7Ri_FPIDu2S91KpKbCqugRMPkg&oe=675E79CE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	It's A Secret Med Spa	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,621,204	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2621202}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	Local Bank. Local Connections. Local Service.	Summit Bank understands the unique needs of Oregon businesses because we are an Oregon business. To learn more about the benefits of using Oregon’s Business Bank™, visit our Eugene branch, explore our website, or call us at 541-684-7500.	LEARN_MORE	https://sbko.bank/?utm_source=paidsocial&utm_mediu	Summit Bank	https://www.facebook.com/YourLocalCommunityBank/	1,164	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	sbko.bank	DCO		https://sbko.bank/?utm_source=paidsocial&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=eugene	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469584727_550917431082301_4362208369980690889_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Nt1nocQz-P8Q7kNvgHJnjlU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Av1Wh-EEQrS6xEhDLEqgQVZ&oh=00_AYAjpCgnvlA_RGwGMqR67QlHnRCwhjx56MdHuPCBcauJrw&oe=675D5FA4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Summit Bank	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,622,012	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980			LEARN_MORE	https://www.onthestage.tickets/show/flamboyan-thea	flamboyan_theater	https://www.instagram.com/_u/flamboyan_theater	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	onthestage.tickets	CAROUSEL		https://www.onthestage.tickets/show/flamboyan-theatre/673bd43947a8a20f723b7d9b	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/435445501_817629123524871_8117515605795555524_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=zPw6WcMUcZwQ7kNvgEkVAwE&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBj83NWV4FGje31Q7215Se0jSv7ULFHtP0BoDGjc21Ynw&oe=675D7EF6	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	flamboyan_theater	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,403	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979		𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟲𝟬 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! 🎉🎁🎄 Have you registered to win our Holiday Giveaway yet? We will be giving away 3 beef quarters and 3 pork halves on December 23rd! * To enter, stop by any of our six offices or click the link below: https://www.stillmanbank.com/2024-holiday-giveaway/. You can enter once a day, every day through December 22. Meat processed by Eickman's Processing Co. *No purchase necessary. Winners will be notified by phone. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter. See office for complete official rules.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.stillmanbank.com/2024-holiday-giveaway	Stillman Bank	https://www.facebook.com/StillmanBank/	2,185	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more		IMAGE		https://www.stillmanbank.com/2024-holiday-giveaway/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469958778_1046247357273883_3740474422056027034_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SwEGfuKP5YgQ7kNvgHP7ykI&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmtxIXsGlTxL4snPkPDv9gF&oh=00_AYBxpxdAUmVC4aBjdhg-d1s1QBgQbzEEjM6KJ2-Ytf7YWQ&oe=675D4C8B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Stillman Bank	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,620,947	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2620943}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	HOLISTIC REJUVENATION PROGRAM IN VENTURA👉	✨ We're looking for 15 Locals ✨ who are looking to dramatically boost their health and wellness with our 6 Week Holistic Rejuvenation Program! If you feel like your body is worn down, then this is for you. Here’s the deal: We’ve created a 6 Week Holistic Rejuvenation Program designed to boost your health and wellness… BUT! We only have capacity to take on 15 new patients this month… …And our schedule could fill up quick with this post going out to tens of thousands of people. We focus on helping you feel more energized, younger, less stressed, and a whole lot more. This isn’t a “quick fix”…but in 42 days you will be AMAZED with the results. What you get: ❣️ Our “Nervous System Reset” to realign your spine, reduce inflammation, and help your nervous system function properly. You’ll have a pain-free body, increased mobility, and higher energy levels so you don’t feel drained after work. ❣️ Functional Movements that increase your mobility & ease your body aches which means you’ll spend less energy throughout your day to day activities (And have more energy to spend time with family, friends, and activities you love). ❣️ Actionable steps to see real improvements in your life and I’ll even hold you accountable to it which means you’ll see increased energy, less stress, and reduced aches. PLUS! Soft Tissue work to reset your worn body, release your fascia, and deep muscle tissue! This is for MOTIVATED PEOPLE ONLY. If you have gotten to that point where you feel like your body owns you, we want to help. If you're still reading this, you are the people we want. Click Learn More and Let's Get Started!	LEARN_MORE	https://kellychiropractic.chirojump.com/holistic-r	Kelly Chiropractic	https://www.facebook.com/61565563450034/	3	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	kellychiropractic.chirojump.com	IMAGE		https://kellychiropractic.chirojump.com/holistic-rejuvenation-program-wl	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469780483_1548336042476688_4305483049416994152_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uAv8ixzBPBEQ7kNvgEizj3F&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AsDCws9m6uhWeJD_vyPVFKt&oh=00_AYC4SA-cnL3vTh5maTKGctIQBII3ElH7bf5bLAC25upvSQ&oe=675D4BF4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Chiropractic	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,623,672	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623509}'	Yes	2024-12-09 19:36	active	1981	Building & Driveway Experts	Concrete Slab for metal buildings, Metal Buildings, & Concrete Driveways! We got you covered Sale Discount Happening Now! 2 Weeks Out & Free Estimates Give us a call 336-755-6907	MESSAGE_PAGE		SBS Grading & Concrete	https://www.facebook.com/sbsconcrete/	683	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		DCO	{{product.description}}		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469484592_547863858225277_734514859948716588_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YHHm2Cds_7AQ7kNvgHr-Ml0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AbJtKKcmgi4ylo0IE9aSz4z&oh=00_AYBrT2NskczJapG4vzRgsxkT_RePvUm4JQK-WSVQzMkTmA&oe=675D7576	PERSON_PROFILE	0	SBS Grading & Concrete	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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