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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Captive of my mafia crush📜 | 💖🔞💋I worked as a stri*pper to help pay my boyfriend's debts and cover our rent, but he despised my profession and said it was disgusting and impure. Worse, he sold me to the mob and told them I was a vir-gin to increase my value. I was bought at the auction and the buyer was no other than my brother's best friend, and also my childhood crush. Him: My little one, I would never take my eyes off you. ----- "I don’t like the idea of my girl stripping, Iris,” my boyfriend Steven says, glaring at me with his arms crossed. “It’s disgusting and impure. And I need my girl to be pure.” Steven is my college sweetheart – we’ve been dating for nine months, even though he’s graduated. He's very disciplined and reserved, the son of a pastor, though he’s very good to me. He's always stressed that we'll wait until the night of our wedding to be intimate, which makes me feel so respected and safe. On top of that, he's made millions of dollars trading cryptocurrencies. As someone who grew up with nothing, that financial security makes me feel so protected. He’s the most generous and intelligent guy I'd ever met and I’m so lucky to be with him. "Steven,” I reply, “I swear to god I would never do anything to betray you at the club – I just dance." I kiss his cheek. "But I'm running late, and we need to pay rent. Everything will be fine." Lately Steven's tied up his money in some crypto investments. To ensure the best returns, he’s invested everything he has and is staying with me for the moment. He’s been working so hard for the last month, but it’s taking a toll on him. He rarely takes phone calls, doesn’t really leave our place, and he drinks more alcohol than he used to to calm his nerves as he stares at his computer almost all day long. So, I took up a couple shifts at the strip club to cover us in the meantime. I am a university student in hotel management, but dancing is in my nature - at first it was a weight loss goal as a teenager, then it was a way to hold on to thoughts of my mom, and then it became part of who I am. Unfortunately, there’s no money in cltootshieical ballet, my favorite. So, even though it wasn't what Steven wanted, I took a part-time gig at a strip club and I give Steven my salary to help with his business. Being an exotic dancer wasn’t my first choice either, but if I can make money from idiots who want to shove their hard-earned dollars into my g-string? I don’t see any shame in that. Eventually I convinced Steven that this is true – my dancing is just an investment in his company. I am glad he’s letting me help – I just want to do whatever I can to get our life started. I arrive at the club at 8:00 on the dot, smiling at Pete, my manager, who gives me a nod. The music pounds through the low-lit club and I note that it’s busier than usual tonight. Some of the other dancers wave to me and I wave back, but I make a beeline right for Anthony, who’s already got a big smile on his face just for me. “Hey cutie,” he says, pulling me close as I slip behind the bar and wrap my arms around his waist. “Hey gorgeous,” I say, laughing up at him. Anthony – he is gorgeous, but alas, my heart belongs to Steven. And even if it didn’t, Anthony is as gay as a purple handbag. Still, he’s my best friend here, and I love when his bartending shift overlaps with my dancing. “What’s going on tonight?” I ask as he slings an arm around my shoulders. There’s a busy, exciting vibe and the dancers all have on their flashiest outfits, their best perfume. “Nothing escapes you, does it, baby?” Anthony replies, I grin at the compliment. “Rumor has it big shots are coming in – mob guys, the real deal. Some are saying that the Mafia King is going to make an appearance.” “Whoa,” I say, my eyes going wide. “Seriously? Isn’t he…dangerous?” “Only if you go against him,” Anthony says with a shrug. “I heard he took out his own brother,” I whisper, leaning close to Anthony and looking around anxiously, like he’s already here. “That he’s completely ruthless –“ Anthony just laughs, shaking his head. “Iris, just don’t do anything to piss him off. For us? The presence of the Mafia King in our club just means money,” he says, grinning. “So, I’ll finally be able to afford that Botox I’ve been dreaming about, and you can hand your tootshiehole boyfriend an even bigger check than you usually do!” “Shut up,” I say, scowling and smacking my friend half-heartedly on the chest. Anthony, like Emi, isn’t Steven’s biggest fan. “I won’t get any of the money anyway,” I sigh. “Pete never puts me in the VIP room on nights like this.” “Because you,” Anthony says, teasing me, “only like to shake your little booty – you’re never willing to let anyone touch it –“ “Ew!” I wrinkle my nose at Anthony even as I push away, laughing and hoisting my bag higher on my shoulders. “I’m not letting some old mafia lech touch me for a couple of extra bucks –“ “For how much these guys are going to drop?” Anthony says, raising an eyebrow at me. “heck, I’ll let them touch me.” Laughing again, I wave over my shoulder and head for the dressing room. Anthony calls after me, wishing me luck. I blow him a kiss as I move through the curtain. It’s always better working here on nights like this, when everyone’s in a good mood, even if I am anxious about the prospect of the Mafia King being here. I mean, he’s been all over the news, and where he goes? Violence seems, inevitably, to follow. The good mood in the room completely changes all of a sudden when Lily – our top dancer – gives a little moan and collapses to the floor. Our manager Pete is through the curtain a minute later with some of our bouncers, who pick Lily up and carry her to the back. Pete’s pissed though. He spins, looking around the room with his arms crossed “You!” he says suddenly, pointing at me. My eyes go wide. “Irene! Come here!” “Iris,” I correct, and then I bite my lip with anxiety when Pete rolls his eyes like it doesn’t matter and beckons me closer. “You’re going into VIP for Lily tonight,” he snaps. His eyes flick over me. “And I don’t want to hear any of your bulldang about just being a dancer, all right? ” He spins me around, shoving me towards the door. “Now get out there and remember what I said - the only answer you have for these mafia bosses is yes.” My legs shake as I walk towards the curtain. .............................................................................. “Welcome to the stage…Bambi!” The DJ says, using my stage name. Dancing comes naturally to me – music has always made me feel at home in my body, and when the music is sexy? Well, then I feel sexy too. I whip my hair back at the crescendo of the music, my eyes moving directly to the man in the money seat directly in front of me, who paid a great deal to be there. As I move my body in slow, sultry ways, the spotlight is on me, which means that I can’t see the details of the VIP’s face. But even without specifics, I can tell that this is the most important man in the room. He just radiates power. My breath hitches when I look over the powerful lines of his muscled silhouette. If the Mafia King is here, this is definitely him. He looks like a man who belongs in the shadows, and even though there are other men here, I feel like I’m dancing just for him. The Mafia King’s eyes are fastened on me as I get my six-inch heels beneath my body and slowly raise myself into the air tootshie-first. I let him get a good look at every bit of me before I smirk, and turn, and move to the pole. Am I imagining it in the darkness? Or is there something…familiar about the way he watches me? I let the thought fade, concentrating instead on pulling out all my best tricks. And as I hook my leg around the pole, spinning myself and letting my hair flare out wide, I see that these tricks are working tonight. Shouts and whistles begin, and the Mafia King leans forward to lay a stack of bills on the stage in front of him. I almost stutter to a stop. Seriously? That much cash, this early in my dance? He leans back in his chair, raising a dark eyebrow at me, inviting me to show him more. So, I do. I pick up my pace, arching my back as I spin around the pole, climbing up it and sliding slowly down. As my song ends I’m excited to see that there’s quite a bit more money on top of the pile. “Thanks,” I murmur, crawling across the last bit of stage towards him. “I’m glad you liked my dance.” There really is something familiar about his blue-grey eyes… I reach for the stacks, but suddenly a meaty hand slams another pile of money down next to it, startling me. “Double what he’s put down, honey,” the man grinds out, leering, “and I’ll take you in the back for a private dance.” “Sorry,” I say, casting my lashes down. “I’m just a stage girl.” I know Pete said to give these guys whatever they wanted, but I’m really not comfortable touching anyone. “Oh, come on,” the man says, grabbing my chin with his thick fingers and pulling my face up. The Mafia King is immediately on his feet. “Pretty tart like you? I bet you can do more than just dance –“ I gasp, pulling my face from his hands as I slide off the edge of the stage, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. “I said,” the man growls, grabbing me and slapping me in the face with the handful of bills, “that I want you, you little tart. And I’m willing to pay for it, so you’d better screwing –“ I shriek, trying to push away from the man, but he’s so much bigger than me! Suddenly the man shouts and falls away, his grip making me stumble forward. When I find my feet, my eyes go wide to see the Mafia King straightening up, blood on his knuckles. The man who grabbed me - he’s laying on the floor and there’s blood pouring from his mouth. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Get him out of here!” the Mafia King shouts over to the bouncers, and then he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket as he turns to glare at me, wiping off his hand. I flinch back a step, surprised by the venom in his eyes. “Here,” the Mafia King says, dropping my arm and lifting his stack of bills off the stage alongside the two stacks. “Take it, get out of here.” “Wha…” I breathe as he shoves the money into my hands. “But I…” “Trust me, Bambi,” he says, his voice dry. “You earned it. Now screwing go.” He turns away, putting himself between me and the bouncers, and I turn and run for the bar, ducking behind it. Anthony gapes at me. “Are you all right!?” “Anthony…” I whisper, holding up the piles of cash in my hands, staring at them in awe. “Holy dang Iris!” Anthony whispers, stepping closer and staring at the money. “Look at all that screwing cheddar! For a dance!?” “I know!” I squeak, “this is going to get us so close to paying off the debt –“ Anthony groans, wiping a hand down his face. “What?” I ask, frowning up at him. “I just wish you’d spend it on yourself, Iris, instead of that deadbeat.” “Anthony,” I sigh, my shoulders slumping. “I’m not explaining this to you again.” He rolls his eyes as I sit down on the little stool at the back of the bar. I always hang out with Anthony after my dances, but if he’s going to be mean I’ll just quietly count my cash. While I do, I mentally compose an email that I’ll send to my old friend Christian later. Christian – he would understand. He was my brother’s best friend growing up. Even though he only saw me as a little sister, he always understood me more than anyone else. Plus, he called me Daisy, and I just loved that. I stayed in touch with Christian after he moved away suddenly – but he never replied. And even though I’m sure he doesn’t read my emails…well, I keep up the habit for fun. Inwardly, I debate how to tell Christian about my night. I want to tell him about my triumph – I’ve always wanted Christian to be proud of me. But I do fudge the truth a little in my emails. For instance, I write that I’m a company dancer, which is true… I just don’t mention that my style of dance is exotic, not ballet anymore. I smirk a little, excited to tell Christian that I impressed a powerful client and got a big bonus. But how would he feel, really, if I told him that the client was the Mafia king? I sigh, thinking that Christian probably wouldn’t be happy. He always wanted me to be safe, and dancing for the Mafia King? I’m sure Christian wouldn’t approve. I’m halfway through deciding precisely how to word my email when I hear my name. “Is that Iris?” Two men peer around the edge of the bar. Anthony steps in front of me as I shy away. How did they know my real name? I always go by Bambi here. “Who’s asking?” Anthony asks, wary. “None of your business,” the taller of the brutes says, shoving Anthony aside and stepping forward, looming over me. “Hand over that cash, little girl. You’ve been sold - you work for Don Bonetti now.” My jaw drops almost to the floor. .............................................................................. I stare at the two men in shock, clutching the money to my chest. “What – what the heck are you talking about!?” “Your little boyfriend,” the smaller guy says, sneering and pushing Anthony away when he tries to get to my side. “He sold you to Don Bonetti as part of his debt.“ “What!?” I shout, jumping to my feet. The cat house!? They’re trying to make me work as a prostitute!? I stumble backwards, my back pressing into the countertop at the back of the bar. “There must be some mistake – you have the wrong girl –“ “No, we don’t,” the first guy says, reaching out and grabbing my arm. “Iris Scott? Yeah, your boyfriend Steven showed us a picture. We knew you the second you stepped on stage.” He leans closer now, leering into my face. “We also know where you go to school, and where your best friend lives – so don’t even try to escape.” “Here,” the second guy says, shoving a phone towards me, the video already playing. My attention is immediately fastened on the screen, because I recognize the voice I hear. I gasp, realizing that it’s Steven. I lean forward, staring at the video, which shows Steven sitting on the couch. He’s crying, a gun pointed at him, and he’s begging the two men standing before him – telling them to take whatever they want, he just needs more time. My eyes go wide when I hear the next words spill from his mouth, because he offers them me. Steven tells them everything that I’m a stripper and where I work. When he tells them how much money I bring in every month, their eyebrows go up. One of the mobsters on the screen makes a phone call – maybe confirming the details? I don’t know. In the video, Steven babbles on, revealing information that shocks me to the core. Steven's entrepreneurial ventures are all a façade. He was secretly performing some backdoor accounting for the mafia. But he embezzled the mafia funds, thinking he could buy and sell crypto without them noticing and keep the profits for himself! Suddenly, everything makes sense - Steven insisting we get a new apartment really fast, Steven staying inside all the time, Steven drinking more, Steven allowing me to earn money to pay off his debt while he stays in the house staring at the computer all day... “She’s – she’s a virgin too!” Steven stumbles out in the video, his eyes frantic. “That will be worth more, won’t it? You can like – action off her v-card to the highest bidder!” I blush and an angry huff of air falls from my lips, not only because that’s a lie but because my boyfriend is actually trying to sweeten the pot! Not only is Steven not fighting for me - he’s trying to get more out of the deal by convincing these mobsters that I’m worth more! In the video, the mobster gets off the phone and nods to the guy with the gun. Then all three agree to the deal. Me – all of me, forever, to do whatever they want with – for half of Steven’s debt. I go pale at that, because either Steven has sold me for a couple of grand, or he is way, way more in debt than I thought he was. “That’s enough,” the smaller man in front of me snaps, ripping the phone away as the big guy grabs me by the shoulders. “You’re coming with us, pretty girl. Time to get to work.” “Get your hands off me!” I shout, trying to kick, to rip free – anything. “It’s the twenty-first century! You can’t just buy girls from their boyfriends! This is ridic-“ I shriek, pushing hard at his chest. The big man glances at the smaller man when he sees that I’m frantic, that I won’t go peacefully. “Get the rabble bag on the phone.” Suddenly Steven’s Facetime is flashing before me. “Steven!” I gasp as his face appears on the screen. “What’s – what’s happening!? Tell these guys to get off of me! I –“ “Iris,” Steven sighs, but a nasty little sneer in his voice steals my voice. I go perfectly still, staring at him. “I told you I didn’t want your dirty money anyway – but you insisted. You dug your own grave with this one.” My blood runs absolutely cold, wiping out even the fear from my veins. “Tell them to get their hands off me, Steven,” I growl, glaring at him. “If you don’t want my dirty money, fine, but I am not paying another dang cent to your dirty debt –“ “Why don’t you go cry to that ‘old friend’ you’re always emailing,” Steven snaps, his voice nasty. “He’ll get you out of it, won’t he?” He leans forward to the camera. My jaw drops open because – I mean, I have told Steven so much about how my childhood friendship with Christian means to me, how much I miss him. But I never expected him to throw it in my face like this. “Just as I thought,” Steven says, rolling his eyes. “You’re just a tart, Iris. Always mooning on about your childhood crush, more dedicated to a memory than to me. If you really did love me, you’d go with these guys willingly to help me pay of this debt! Guess that was a lie too. I always knew you were a hooker – that you worked at that strip club because you like getting these rabble bags off –“ “Shut your god dang mouth, Steven,” I snap, and to my surprise he does, turning back to the phone to stare at me. Because I never, ever talk to him like that. “At least Christian would never have treated me this way. But I am going to make you pay for this,” I hiss, “if it is the last thing I ever do.” “Yeah, yeah,” the guy holding me says, jerking me away from the phone. “That’s enough – come on, let’s go.” The smaller guy ends the call and the big guy starts to haul me away, but I kick and scream, demanding that they get their dang hands off of me. Suddenly, the sound of a champagne cork pops, and I gasp as champagne sprays over me, dripping down from above. The guy holding my arms shouts and drops me, starting to wipe at his face into which a stream of champagne is flowing – “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Anthony’s voice rings out. “How could this have happened!? I’m so clumsy!” But I don’t have time to look at Anthony, or to try to understand the diversion he set up for me - because the big man has dropped my arms. And I screwing run. .............................................................................. I say a little prayer of thanks to Anthony as I bolt, clutching my money and throwing myself through the curtain at the back of the bar. Behind me I hear shouting and the sound of something that sounds like a fist on flesh – God, I hope Anthony is okay – But there’s no time to worry about him. I hear another shout as I’m halfway down the hall and I suddenly realize that there’s no way I’m getting into the dressing room without those two jerks seeing me if they give chase. So, I make a split decision and grab the knob to the rarely-used closet I know is here, whipping it open and hurling myself in. Suddenly, a sound erupts back in the club.BANG BANG! I gasp, slapping my hands over my ears. God, it sounds like fireworks were lit off inside the club – or like gunshots. Screams erupt in the VIP room, and girls in the dressing room start to shout and panic as well. I gasp, pressing myself deeper into the dark closet, listening to pounding footsteps running up and down the hall as everyone tries to run out. “She must have gone on to the dressing room!” A deep voice shouts just outside the closet door. I bite my lip as hope rushes through me, because that sounded a lot like the big guy. “What the screw are you doing in my club?!” My breath freezes in my chest. My hope is dashed, because that’s Pete, my manager – and he’s stopped right outside the closet door. “Get the screw out of here! This is a respectable joint – you can’t come in here and -“ “Listen, tootshiehole,” the big guy snarls. I can’t help peering through the crack in the door. The big guy grabs Pete by the collar, curling his bicep so that Pete is basically dangling from his fist, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the floor. “We do whatever we want in here, okay?” the big brute snaps, leaning in close to Pete’s face so that it’s sprayed with spittle. I go pale then as mobster pulls a gun out of his suit jacket, pointing it right at Pete’s head. “Now,” he says, his voice dangerous and soft. “You show me where that girl went.” “This way –“ Pete’s voice squeaks, his face turning red with fear and lack of air. “I’ll show you –“ Silently, I curse Pete for being a traitor like Steven – though honestly, with a gun to his head, I’m not sure that’s entirely fair. The big guy lowers Pete, and Pete darts forward, leading him to the dressing room. I shriek suddenly, my head flying up as I hear two more gunshots and the door whips open. My eyes are wide with terror as I look, expecting the brute, or his smaller, smarmy friend – But this man – he’s neither of them – he has dark hair that falls into his eyes, and I gasp in surprise when I see that his shirt is covered in blood. “Come on, Bambi,” the man snaps, his voice dry as he reaches into the closet and tugs me by the wrist, making me stumble forward into the hall. I tripping on something on my way out of the closet and my mouth falls immediately open when I catch a glimpse of a body laying in the doorway to the dressing room, blood all around its head – I can’t fully see at this distance, but I gasp because I’d swear it’s the big brute, the one who was chasing me. But before I can even look any closer the man tugs me up straight before his shoulder hits me in the stomach and I am lifted up into the air over it, hoisted high as he wraps his arm around the back of my thighs. He holds me tight as he starts to stride back towards the club. “Let me down!” I shout, pounding on his back as best I can with my hands still full of my cash. He just shakes me, frustrated, trying to get me to shut up and stop moving as he strides the length of the club, where patrons and dancers are shouting, fleeing for the doors. I shout along with them, my words mingling with theirs, but this man completely ignores me. My cries are frantic as I continue to pound on his man’s back – who is he!? Does he work for the Mafia Don who bought me – is he taking me to the tart house!? I struggle and kick, but I go absolutely still with shock when the man spanks me hard on my mostly-bare tootshie with the flat of his palm. “Stay still, Bambi,” he orders, laughing, his voice cold. “You’re making this way harder than it needs to be.” I’m still gaping in shock as he carries me right out the front door. I turn my head in both directions, trying to see where he’s taking me, and a black SUV skids to a stop immediately in front of the club. The man carrying me doesn’t break his stride, instead carrying me around the car and wrenching the back door open to toss me bodily inside. He slams the door shut behind me and I pant, my head spinning with anxiety. But I gasp again when I hear someone clear their throat, pressing myself back against the car door when I realize that there is already someone sitting in the dark of the back seat. I go perfectly still as my eyes rove over the figure, which as much man as it is predator. Broad-shouldered, the man lounges in apparent ease in the seat across from me, his tall frame corded with muscle, power dripping from every inch of him. Though he sits in darkness, a shaft of light crosses in a streak across his face, revealing those blue eyes that I recognize… My jaw drops open when I realize that…that it’s the Mafia King. Who…who is this man? Why am I in his car? Because…the Mafia King is different from Don Bonetti, who apparently owns me now – in fact, they’re famous rivals. So why… I jump, suddenly, when the front ptootshieenger door wrenches open and the man who carried me leaps in. “Let’s screwing go!” he shouts. “Hit it, Frankie!” My head snaps to the driver – is that Frankie? – who nods and slams his foot down on the gas, the car ripping forward away from the club. I start to shake now, both from the cold outside of the club as well as my fear – Who are these men? What do they want with me? Are they…are they going to make me… “Well, Bambi,” the man on the other side of the car says, bringing my eyes immediately back to him. His voice oddly accents my stage name like he knows it’s fake. “You sure as heck started a lot of trouble for me tonight. We’re going to have to -” But his words are interrupted by a huge crash and my scream as the rear window of the car shatters, the sound of gunshots echoing in the air. .............................................................................. I scream again, covering my head and ducking down as low as I can go, my feet drifting over the back seat and kicking the Mafia King in the thigh – “screwing go, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, “they’re on our god dang tail!” “Get down!” the Mafia King shouts, ducking and throwing his body over mine as Frankie pulls the car hard to the right, our tires squealing on the road. I scream then, I think, curl back up into my ball, muttering prayers I haven’t said since I was a kid in Catholic grade school, and which I didn’t really believe then. But now I’m begging anyone who might be out there listening to please, please save my life. The bullets stop, and I feel the Mafia King’s weight lift off of me. I start to raise my own head, but suddenly our whole car wrenches to the side and I can tell, somehow, that we’ve been hit from behind. “screwing turn, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, frantic, pulsing more bullets out of the broken window. “I can’t – there’s no place to –“ “Onto 42(nd) street!” the guy in the ptootshieenger seat shouts, his voice frustrated and sharp with fear. “On it!” Frankie shouts now, wrenching the wheel to the side so sharply that the whole car bends to the right – The car turns up on two wheels and I shout in fear as my body slides across the back seat. Lights flash across the windows and horns blare, because Frankie is cutting off a whole line of traffic to make the turn. My shout turns to a scream as I go completely airborne, but suddenly hands snatch me, one grabbing my waist, the other flying to my head and covering my skull the moment before it smacks into the gltootshie of the window – I gasp, my eyes flying open as I’m pulled into the Mafia King’s lap, and as my eyes meet his I realize that if his hand hadn’t been there to take the impact against the gltootshie, my brains would be all over this car right now. I stare into wide-eyed into his face, which is suddenly so close to mine. Our SUV rights itself onto four wheels and flies down the street, weaving madly between traffic. The Mafia King as he curses fluidly, ripping his gaze from mine and towards Frankie. He shakes his hand out to get rid of the pain. “Did we lose them!?” “You tell me, boss!” Frankie calls over his shoulder, and – with me still in his lap – the King twists, looking out the back window. I look too but… All I see are taxis, sedans. No sign of them. “For now,” the King growls, tense. “We’ve lost them for now.” He looks for a few more moments but then his body relaxes, just a little bit. He exhales sharply and turns back to the front of the car. “Brown Street apartment, Frank,” he says, cooler now than he was before. “We’ve got to lay low for a while.” “You got it,” Frankie says, still driving quickly but blending into traffic a little bit more now. After all, nothing screams criminal activity like flying through the city with a broken back window and a kidnapped stripper. It makes sense that they want to blend, now, so that we can disappear. So that we won’t be found by whoever was chasing us, for whatever reason. “Please,” I breathe, my voice shaky – and I surprise myself when I hear the word come from my lips. I said it without thinking. The Mafia King immediately turns his attention to me. “You can – you can have it all –“ I say, gesturing towards the cash scattered all over the back seat now, blowing lightly in the wind coming through the back window. “Just…let me go…” The Mafia King studies me for a long moment and the he smirks. “A third of that money was mine not long ago,” he says, his voice cold, calculating. “And I gave it up readily enough for a dance. What makes you think that that,” he says, nodding to the money on the seat and the floor, “is going to be enough to buy your freedom?” I hesitate, not knowing what the answer should be. “I’ll – I’ll get you more,” I mumble, desperate. “I can work –“ His smirk deepens and he stares at me, starting to shake his head a little, almost in…disbelief? I don’t know – I don’t get it. I can’t read his expression. “Please,” I beg, my voice soft as my eyes fill with tears. “Please don’t give me to Don Bonetti…don’t sell me to the cat house…” The Mafia King’s arm tightens around me as his face falls with sadness, pity even. And suddenly he’s cradling me against him, raising his hand and softly running his knuckles down my cheek, staring into my eyes. “Iris,” he murmurs, and I go still when I hear my name on his lips. And suddenly, I remember something. I was too distracted then, but he called me Iris before, didn’t he? After I finished dancing… Is he somehow connected to Bonetti too? “How…” I whisper, shaking my head at him in confusion, “how do you know my name?” “Iris…” he whispers, “don’t you recognize me?” I pull back a little, studying him, taking in the strong line of his lightly stubbled jaw, his straight nose, the blue-grey eyes under dark brows…. And as I stare at him I realize that there really is something familiar about him, especially about his eyes. 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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | ❤️Click To Read More👉 | In a "F**king Plane"! No amount of alcohol could subdue the violent swirling that wreaked havoc on my insides as the Boeing 747, jutted violently from the runway saying “Goodbye” to Texas. White knuckled, panting erratically as the massive metal cylinder on steroids, climbed high into the cloudy blue horizon as Houston became nothing but a distant memory. Finally, hearing the mechanical ding signaling we could resume our normal air-traveling activities. Grabbing my ear buds, while switching my Samsung over to my music playlist as my laptop fired to life with its majestic background screen of the Supernatural Zodiac. I know… I am a dork but something about the supernatural always drew my attention, wondering what it would be like to shift into a creature regardless of what it was. Keep Dreaming Elicia. “Are you okay, sweety?” The well-aged woman with soft jade eyes and creamy ivory-tanned skin, smiled softly as she tapped my white knuckles with her slender finger. “Yes, for now. I’m not a big fan of planes.” Laughing nervously as the soft, gray leather captain’s chair embraced my trembling body that was a last-minute change from coach. Why not fly comfortably? “I could tell by that “Death Grip” you had on that poor armrest. Would you like a drink?” She smiled softly as her soft floral fragrance graced my nostrils, recognizing the “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor that the head mistress of the orphanage wore like a second layer of clothing. “I’m only nineteen.” I whispered to her softly, noticing how the royal blue silk blouse draped delicately over her slender frame like a dancer’s physique. “Shush. Our little secret.” She motioned to the flight attendant working the First-class cabin, watching as the middle-aged woman brushed her hand delicately down the forearm of a gentleman as she approached with a condescending smile. “Umm…Mary. Could I get a whiskey on the rocks and a coke for this young lady?” The lady spoke with a regal tone as she tapped her warm hand against mine. Tilting her head enough to read the name tag “Mary”, pinned to the blue double-breasted suit jacket that flashed her cleavage with a “sultry” peek-a-boo of the red lace bra. Her curly brown locks with heavy blonde highlights, nodded firmly as she quickly turned with those red tinted lips that was “so the wrong color” for her skin complexion. “She seemed “pleasant”.” Her soft chuckle made me feel at ease as I scrolled through my acceptance letter for the International School of Fine Arts in London with full scholarship. “More condescending than pleasant.” Laughing lightly as her eyes flashed with a beautiful hue of jade, gazing down at my laptop with a perked brow. “I’m Elicia by the way.” Holding my hand out to shake as her slender fingers, cupped my hand between hers with a gentle embrace like a polite southern greeting between two dear friends. “Eve Arkas.” She smiled softly as her eyes studied my screen with a bright glint of excitement. Her soft facial features spoke care-free, a woman of wisdom. “Nice to meet you, Eve.” Smiling as the flight attendant returned with a whiskey on the rocks and a coke, smiling politely at the fake Mary as she went back to the gentleman in the front row. Smirking as Eve switched our drinks, slipping me another coke from her bag as she motioned for me to drink the whiskey, while the flight attendant was busy flirting and chatting with the tailored suit gentleman with a man-bun of golden locks. Sighing heavily as the warm burn gently coated my throat, swirling darkly as it hit my empty stomach with a soothing burn of relaxation. “Thank you.” Whispering softly as she waved her hand softly at my remark, pointing to my laptop with a bright smile. “Fine Arts. What area?” She smiled brightly, sipping her coke as the ice clinked hollowly against the cheap glass. “Oh, Dance and Music.” Looking back at my screen, studying the information provided for check-in, housing, and start date, wanting to make sure I had everything in order before landing in London. “Dance and Music, what a unique combination. What do you play?” Her voice held a certain calm, and gentleness that made me want to laydown in her lap and let those slender fingers brush gently through my purple and blue ombre locks that hung in gentle waves past my shoulders. “Piano and everything else. I always had a natural gift to learn, and music was my “safe zone”.” Smiling softly at those jade eyes as she nodded in a soft agreement. “It’s always good to have a “safe zone” but why would a beautiful young lady like you, need a “safe zone”?” Her question hit hard, debating if I should share my story with a stranger or just keep it simple. F**k it! New Life, New me. “I was abandoned outside a firehouse in DeWalt Texas and placed in the care of a local orphanage as an infant.” Looking out the window as the sun’s golden rays, illuminated the cotton ball field of white puffy clouds as Eve’s warm hand gently rubbed along my forearm. Closing my eyes as her warmth stirred something deep within, feeling the hot prickles at the corners of my eyes as tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. “Oh, Sweet Girl! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eve gasped softly as she reached into her purple leather Chanel purse, retrieving a soft ivory handkerchief with delicate embroidery of “EVE” stitched in a dusty blue scriptwriting along the corner. Waving my hand as she patted at my puffy cheeks, nodding “Thank you” as she leaned back, hissing lowly as the flight attendant increased her flirting with an obnoxious laugh that sounded more like a dying cow. “I’m sorry, it’s just my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be on this flight with me but here “I am”, alone.” Sighing heavily, closing my laptop as my ear buds blinked “ready”, looking up at the soft illumination of the cabin trying to settle the mess of emotions that swirled dangerously in my consciousness. Abandoned again. “It sounds like he hurt you badly.” Eve sipped her coke, side glancing me as my body went rigid at her words. How the “Hell” could she tell? Was she some kind of “Psychic”? Side-glancing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, smirking at the fact I was not the only passenger that found the flight attendant “Mary” desperate for attention annoying. “Relax. People don’t realize they wear their emotions so openly; plus, the tone you speak of “him” is less than pleasant.” Her smile tilted as she leaned back gracefully with her fingers laced delicately across her lap. “Yeah.” Replying shortly, leaning back into the cool leather seat as images of Bain and Krystal flooded my thoughts, feeling a strange swirling heat creep along my body. Miss Clay, the head mistress of the “Guiding Light Orphanage” allowed me to move out at sixteen because I was academically stable, and she knew living in a small-town orphanage was no place for a “Talented Soul” as she referred to my love of the fine arts. So, the little studio apartment above the garage became my “home” for the next two years. Bain was a drummer, funny, well-built with dark sandy locks that highlighted his natural amber eyes. He was the classic “Bad Boy”, so I was always getting an ear-full whenever Miss Clay saw him over at the apartment. Rolling my eyes at the fact she was right that entire time. It was weird, the whole time we went to school he never even acknowledged my existence, until the summer of Senior year. I was in the school auditorium, playing “Clair De Lune” on the baby grand that stayed hidden in the stage left access. The tight twang of the cords as they reverberated off the tri-level tiers, sang tenderly to my heart as a shadow sat silently in the third level balcony. Scaring the shit out of me as I covered the baby grand with the black velvet sheet, clapping with that smug smirk that made his dimples pop cutely. Kick-starting the rollercoaster of our relationship for the remaining Senior year, deciding to surprise him after graduation with an International trip to explore the history of Fine Arts abroad. He always made me feel “special” so expect my f**king surprise, when I stood in the doorway of my apartment, listening to the sickening moans of Krystal as her legs wrapped tightly around Bain’s thrusting hips. Swallowing the bile that crept up angerly, turning quickly on my heel as the door slammed violently behind me. Hearing that “Bitch’s” voice call for Bain as he rushed after me in his ripped, stone washed jeans that I “F**king” bought for him with my “F**king” tips, working at the diner during the dinner rush. Gasping loudly as his hot, sweaty palm gripped my bicep turning me around to face his flushed, sweaty torso that glistened against the hot Texas sun. Thanks to his cardio with that slut in my bed, in my apartment. Slapping him forcefully before any words could leave his mouth. “Enjoy.” Was all I said as the “Lyft” driver pulled-up in a metallic blue Jeep wrangler, quickly getting in with my duffle bag clinched tightly to my chest, tossing my hiking bag to the side. “Elicia, open the f**king door.” Bain commanded as his hot palm, tapped on the tinted window with a ghostly outline of steam as the Texas heat evaporated the sweat from his palm on touch. “Houston Airport, please.” Speaking softly as the tears finally broke past the barrier, watching as Bain ran along the sidewalk, holding up his jeans as they drifted down those muscular hips that always drove me wild. Thank the “Gods” I managed to keep my virginity, but I still sinned. “There’s bottled water in the back.” The driver spoke softly as he navigated the highway traffic, taking me to the airport to start the next chapter of my life without Bain. I was stupid not listening to Miss Clay and the others, warning me about Bain and his past. Krystal was his girlfriend before we got together, knowing “full-well” she had cheated on him with a friend only made it sourer. “Elicia?” Eve’s soft voice broke me from my treacherous thoughts as her warm hand, smoothed out the strange tingling that seemed to have intensified while I thought back on Bain and his betrayal. “You’re better off. Besides, you are young, beautiful, and who knows what London holds for you in the future. Enjoy it.” She smiled brightly with a playful shrug of her shoulder. “Beautiful is pushing it.” Laughing lightly as the short blonde haired flight attendant, carted our complimentary meals around with a flamboyant smile that radiated his joyful personality. I could eat that “all” up. OH MY GOD! Elicia, you deserve a better guy! Get yourself together. The Watchmen Elicia: “Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur. “Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware. “And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky. “I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green. “Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said. “Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric. “Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum. Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue. Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly. “Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr. His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest. “How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin. “I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer. “Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming. “Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun. “Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink. “Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist. “Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing. ~~ “Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh. Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes. “OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses. “Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust. “What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness. “Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat. I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men. No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”. Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark. I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body. ~~ Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London. “Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips. I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders. “DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers. If only he was not “Gay”. Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones. “Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof. “I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life. And I thought American drivers were crazy. Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front. Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin. How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully. Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing. “I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies. “London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command. “Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka. “Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze. Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist. The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat. “I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity. Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted. Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short. “Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name. “Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine. Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down. Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly! An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year. Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors. Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka. Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes. Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar. “Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat. Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh. “Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips. “Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other. “The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria. 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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | 🌈 Springtime brings rainbows! Rainbows bring.......The Big Gay Market! 🌈 📆 Save the date for The Big Gay Spring Market! March 8th, hosted at The Wisconsin Rugby Complex! 🌸 ⏰ Hours are from 9am-5pm! Plenty of parking, but get there early for the best spots! 🏳️🌈 Support queer makers and staunch allies, grab a hot drink, and have a fun time welcoming spring! ☕ Come shop a market of potters, artists, crafters, bakers, food truck-ers, and more! 👩🦼 The rugby complex is ADA accessible and the market is held on smooth ground. 🌳 This market is indoors and outdoors. 😷 Masks are REQUIRED to shop indoors, and will be provided if you do not bring your own. 😷 🐕🦺 Dogs, aside from service animals, are not allowed. ✉️ RSVP NOW! https://www.facebook.com/share/1A8A5UPUGP/ **Note that this is located at the Wisconsin Rugby Complex in Cottage Grove! Our SUMMER market will be at Alliant Energy Center** #thebiggaymarket #thebiggayspringmarket #localmarket #madisonwisconsin #queerevent #madisonwi #queer | NO_BUTTON | The Big Gay Market | https://www.facebook.com/100090005070443/ | 1,870 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481288554_625401733742394_2531591355027263542_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GGFV3E4o_PkQ7kNvgHoifQd&_nc_oc=AdgCGMkj_A_DcNGw5wgC9U9VsOBL3Wtnvj-D0U-pCk1KZONFnJgbQo3gLskDWbFLI52wEPTfWqb9U0-hwEPbrJJI&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AUzBZ0XIRm3WTd75gUgXK6-&oh=00_AYBbgepWhHFR7JTlvEjOeX47f3BtAOEIryUkb7NsDS1y_w&oe=67CBCCA5 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | The Big Gay Market | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Lên màu môi đỏ hồng nhẹ nhàng, trẻ trung với công nghệ không kim 💓 ✨ Phủ hồng môi Aura Plasma: Không đau sưng – Không kiêng cử! ✨ Màu môi trong trẻo, viền môi tan mịn, chuẩn đẹp tự nhiên. 🌸 Ưu đãi đặc biệt -Trợ giá đến 80% khi đặt lịch trước 5 ngày. -Tặng phủ collagen môi ẩm mọng cho 15 khách hàng mỗi tuần. 📞 ngay để được tư vấn màu môi cá tính riêng và giữ suất ưu đãi! __________________ 🪷 Lotus Aura Beauty 🪷 " Sắc vóc Việt - vươn tầm quốc tế " ☎️ 0347786106 🔎Địa chỉ: 408 Nguyễn Tri Phương, Q10, HCMC. #vietkieu #phap #hoaky #UC #Canada | MESSAGE_PAGE | Lotus Aura Beauté | https://www.facebook.com/61567117726145/ | 509 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481901895_3078734615617378_3697743511988364677_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=m8BMNooD2j4Q7kNvgHOg8LA&_nc_oc=Adjt3V1wtFY3zyEHJyDz3ApcdnjBdNP5_wUI0qZzm1gmiQqTA-S-kH2EdU0xevAHMIk2rfKNoH7HBg736to3s2_g&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AKhbbzLCxw_ju-XP78yUc-F&oh=00_AYApOCSnXuyKFUZDL-ZyGeBnz8HPXdxFia5dR_Q4WkQ8kA&oe=67CBDF8A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Lotus Aura Beauté | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Hãy để lại chiều cao/cân nặng "." Tiên giúp các chị nhé! | "HÍT THỞ THÔI CŨNG BÉ0". Bạn đã nghe câu nói này bao nhiêu lần rồi? Bạn có tin rằng đó là sự thật không? Bạn đã từng CỐ GẮNG và QUYẾT TÂM giảm P0UND, nhưng KHÔNG có kết quả. Bạn đã từng cảm thấy thất vọng, chán nản, và thậm chí là tuyệt vọng. Bạn cảm thấy mình như một kẻ thất bại. Bạn cảm thấy mình không xứng đáng được yêu thương. Bạn cảm thấy mình bị cô lập khỏi xã hội. 👉 Lý do mà bạn chưa giảm được đơn giản là bạn chọn chưa có đúng giải pháp. 💯 Những phương pháp thông thường thường không phù hợp với những người có cơ địa 𝐝𝐞̂̃ 𝐭𝐚̆𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐲́. Chúng chỉ khiến bạn cảm thấy mệt mỏi, kiệt sức, và dễ dàng bỏ cuộc. 🎉 𝐁𝐢́ 𝐪𝐮𝐲𝐞̂́𝐭 đ𝐞̂̉ 𝐠𝐢𝐚̉𝐦 P0UND 𝐭𝐡𝐚̀𝐧𝐡 𝐜𝐨̂𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐡𝐮̛̃𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐠𝐮̛𝐨̛̀𝐢 𝐜𝐨́ 𝐜𝐨̛ đ𝐢̣𝐚 𝐝𝐞̂̃ 𝐭𝐚̆𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚̂𝐧 𝐥𝐚̀ 𝐩𝐡𝐚̉𝐢 𝐭𝐢̀𝐦 𝐫𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐚̉𝐢 𝐩𝐡𝐚́𝐩 𝐩𝐡𝐮̀ 𝐡𝐨̛̣𝐩 𝐯𝐨̛́𝐢 𝐦𝐢̀𝐧𝐡. Hãy để lại chiều cao/cân nặng "." Tiên giúp các chị nhé! | MESSAGE_PAGE | Trần Thuỷ Tiên - Giảm Cân Cho Người Việt Tại Mỹ | https://www.facebook.com/TranThuyTienGiamCanTaiMy/ | 111,804 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | Nhận tư vấn ngay 👉 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480752751_2049247808871575_4330640769766246067_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fZdHLrkwhCcQ7kNvgFU2Jur&_nc_oc=AdgBfZRUm-mRs2UgoxdCQiiwUgmIah1aX_SmLb3VLChKY8a8-HwPRi4ErZmV6xKErtnT_99s-BoUpH_aE_a0Role&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AUzBZ0XIRm3WTd75gUgXK6-&oh=00_AYA03x46qKZyszl1asQHp2tlv98gvnA8bdKT-G3NNY8jgw&oe=67CBD596 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Trần Thuỷ Tiên - Giảm Cân Cho Người Việt Tại Mỹ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Let’s talk about it—why do outdated stigmas still exist when it comes to pleasure, especially for women? Confidence, curiosity, and knowing what you like should be celebrated, not judged. It’s time to challenge the double standards and create a world where everyone feels free to explore without shame. 💫 What’s the biggest misconception you’ve heard? Let’s discuss in the comments! 👇 #BreakTheStigma #ConfidenceIsKey #NoShameJustJoy #OwnYourPleasure #Joy24 | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/joy24.official | JOY24 | https://www.facebook.com/61573620900388/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/joy24.official | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481166251_657185746824377_63782057562736235_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=r5kNpArXhMIQ7kNvgG9gNPj&_nc_oc=AdhoNl03JCmgaCYUgC59f3BlJJUwQZ-zOWKatBsFDADLtsCf_j20jS2886-lrKA_7btW-DNZ4GyA1O5nnJyG674t&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJamN7ChNhs6eHe_FWkkQ1s&oh=00_AYB3WxltPmLqRp0w0X0P1oIQlgtGU3aKFv8jXRdj6M6jig&oe=67CBDDE7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | JOY24 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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1920’s Bereky and Gay Walnut Dresser Set | 1920’s Bereky and Gay Walnut Dresser Set - $1,500.00 Absolutely stunning dresser set from Bereky and Gay. Extremely rare and hard to find. In great condition with minor wear consistent with age. You can still smell the walnut. Amazing detailed work throughout each piece. They do not make dressers like this anymore. Own this piece of American pride and craftsmanship from the roaring 20’s. Tall dresser - 45 inches tall, 35 width and 22 depth Short dresser- 36 inches tall, 47 width and 22 depth Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/380079865013 | Taylor Cisinski | https://www.facebook.com/Taylor-Cisinski-111354710609847/ | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/3800798650133080/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 1 | 0 | Taylor Cisinski | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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𝗬𝗢𝗛𝗢 𝗠𝗘𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗨 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗢𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗡 - HỖ TRỢ SỨC KHỎE TOÀN DIỆN Đối mặt với nguy cơ ung thư ngày càng tăng cao trong xã hội hiện nay, việc bảo vệ cơ thể khỏe mạnh và hỗ trợ hệ miễn dịch là điều quan trọng. Yoho Mekabu Fucoidan là một sản phẩm chất lượng cao với thành phần được chiết xuất tự nhiên từ Mekabu và Mozuku. Hai loại rong biển này được biết đến với khả năng chứa axit alginic và fucoidan, hai chất dinh dưỡng có khả năng hỗ trợ điều trị ung thư và tăng cường hệ miễn dịch. Fucoidan là thành phần chính của Yoho Mekabu Fucoidan được nghiên cứu và chứng minh: 👉Có khả năng ức chế sự phát triển của tế bào ung thư, kích thích quá trình tự tử của tế bào gốc nhằm ngăn chặn sự lan rộng của tế bào ung thư (apoptosis) và làm giảm khả năng tái phát của bệnh. 👉 Kích thích hệ miễn dịch hoạt động mạnh mẽ hơn, giúp cơ thể chống lại vi khuẩn, virus và các tác nhân gây bệnh. 👉 Làm giảm căng thẳng oxy hóa và vi khuẩn gây hại trong cơ thể, ngăn chặn quá trình lão hóa tế bào và duy trì sức khỏe toàn diện của cơ thể từ bên trong. 💠Shureihi là đơn vị phân phối độc quyền của sản phẩm Yoho Mekabu cam kết hàng chính hãng 100%, đây là Fanpage chính thức của Shureihi những trang khác đều là giả mạo. ____________________ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗛𝗜 - 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗝𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀: 9132 Bolsa Ave, Westminster, CA, United States, California 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: 1714-369-7911 𝗪𝗲𝗯𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲: shureihi.com #yohomekabufucoidan #fucoidan #chămsócsứckhoẻtoàndiện #chămsócsứckhoẻ #HồngĐào #GiángNgọc #Shureihi #Shureihihomeshopping #tăngsứcđềkháng | MESSAGE_PAGE | Shureihi Home Shopping | https://www.facebook.com/shureihishopping/ | 229 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482074010_1177008473973115_5041821912755352350_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZRvjkmaxkpoQ7kNvgH_MZi3&_nc_oc=AdjSWttKVR7Q2b_XyfbcWrbKzAaY_edleY_OUaud10Cglz4g6ssG_C52vVsa6n5Rpx4vgjl-A3-Nko6tz4A7mJ91&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJBhHVlogKKYPk09pQvFV0-&oh=00_AYDCA-OxPBMG6nLdCTFo9cUqMl2yqRV696nbofNDhzBY0w&oe=67CBC6B7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shureihi Home Shopping | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Divorce. Don't miss Gary Owen on the Zanies stage, March 14-16! Limited tickets are still available and will sell out, Nashville--> https://bit.ly/Nash_Owen25 | BUY_TICKETS | https://bit.ly/Nash_Owen25 | Zanies Nashville | https://www.facebook.com/zanies/ | 73,183 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Buy Tickets | 0 | bit.ly | DCO | https://bit.ly/Nash_Owen25 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481072293_1333838598035872_5042157496038429330_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qOaGwfgrnrIQ7kNvgEMetIN&_nc_oc=Adj-AJXG5L7bYQ3-exFyZvmMDuWYGD4Lp1cdS9ZjeZufDFYCrqt-Xy6yJKklQXmoe7xTyRktDNfZKeXBbJQHsjig&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AdrdySGc1xUH81TMwi3-Ku7&oh=00_AYAl7x8p3hujyaSqIOnHd66dqmHOIv1Mj6doOJTpLJMbUg&oe=67CBC6A3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Zanies Nashville | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Meet Ally, Love of Logan | Confessing my darkest secret... I'm a billionaire with a haunted past. Love was never on the table... until Ally stormed in. But I know I don't deserve her innocence. One night of passion was supposed to be enough... Boy, was I wrong! Now I'm hooked! Will I sacrifice everything for one more taste? Dive into Logan's twisted tale and get your HEA now! | DOWNLOAD | https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=raJ | Liz Gavin Author Page | https://www.facebook.com/lizgavinauthor/ | 2,098 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Download | 0 | play.google.com | DCO | First in series | https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=raJGEAAAQBAJ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481253227_1643625249592803_9060532604630608268_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3-xf7qvg_esQ7kNvgFpz46V&_nc_oc=Adi0uWQgYpSdrB9besgHv6Nj02kPtKPfoFKlDvVMypk4JfxQSyh-AJRlWItu76aXn2ovLEhONJryGWvJC07OQtJQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AhN_2LOsl17hjL47V9KAfPO&oh=00_AYBBqbb__KHRZmxuyDTlJwkRydBiuSEAHW1szoNeXSvhAA&oe=67CBD7DE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Liz Gavin Author Page | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | MUỐN GIẢM MỠ CÔNG NGHỆ CAO KHÔNG PHẪU THUẬT | 𝐁𝐔̣𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎̣𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔̛𝐎̛́𝐂 --- 𝐓𝐑𝐀̉ 𝐏𝐇𝐈́ 𝐒𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐇𝐎̂𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐀̉𝐌 𝐌𝐎̛̃ --- 𝐊𝐇𝐎̂𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀̂́𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐈́ --------------- --- Vì sao #Lipoultrasound an toàn cho sức khỏe & phù hợp với nhiều khách hàng❓ ▶️Công nghệ siêu âm không xâm lấn phá hủy mô mỡ mà không cần phẫu thuật hay gây tổn thương các mô xung quanh . Điều này giảm tình trạng nhiễm trùng hay các biến chứng không mong muốn ▶️Tác động chính xác vào vùng mỡ cần loại bỏ ▶️Không cần thời gian nghỉ ngơi , phục hồi nhanh chóng ▶️Không để lại sẹo hay gây đau đớn sau phẫu thuật ▶️An toàn cho sức khỏe khách hàng >>> ĐẶC BIỆT : KHÔNG PHẢI LOẠI BỎ DA DƯ THỪA ♦️Hỗ trợ trả góp 0% lãi suất ♦️Tặng nhiều voucher làm đẹp ♦️Bụng phẳng chỉ trong 60 phút + siết eo --- Liên hệ ngay để được tư vấn cùng Bác sĩ --- 📲Hotline BỆNH VIỆN : 0931.530.190 HOẶC 0898.000.045 #bacsiphungmanhcuong #bacsicuong #pmc #ChuyenPhauThuatThamMy #gangwhoo #lamdepantoan #Tất_cả_dịch_vụ #GIAMMO #giammonoisoi 🛕Địa chỉ : 578 Cộng Hòa, Phường 13, Q. Tân Bình, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam | MESSAGE_PAGE | Dr.Phùng Mạnh Cường - Phẫu Thuật Thẩm Mỹ Toàn Diện | https://www.facebook.com/bsphungmanhcuong.phauthuatthammytoandien/ | 2,188 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481167357_1012743234075386_4993171999482166659_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Lf-3JBVFrFMQ7kNvgGb69gl&_nc_oc=Adhob-zJeaka5L3TRjNpvcXGGgKE-psj9T1d2pwFBMHPhFQ4mpi-Zs1b_82_Os5v1U_1vvOcl0BOU0Tqxwx1vVep&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=ADJaQ70vl-oMYEOk7VHmEg9&oh=00_AYCMGqFGmhtCg-dBUKbK6-7aoni_atO-FuCPT1Ts9_J4BQ&oe=67CBEEF1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dr.Phùng Mạnh Cường - Phẫu Thuật Thẩm Mỹ Toàn Diện | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-03-03 14:15 | active | 2775 | 0 | Dứt Điểm Tình Trạng Tóc Gãy Rụng | 🔰 CAM KẾT HẾT HÓI - HẾT THƯA - HẾT GÃY RỤNG CHỈ 1 LIỆU TRÌNH ✅ Rụng tóc không nguy hiểm, nhưng chữa trị không đúng cách sẽ làm tình trạng gãy rụng nặng hơn, thậm chí dẫn đến hói vĩnh viễn. =>> Tự hào là đơn bị duy nhất chuyển giao độc quyền công nghệ rụng tóc MESOLUX tại Việt Nam 🔰 Điều trị cho cả Nam và Nữ gặp các tình trạng: + Tóc hói đỉnh đầu, hói chữ M, hói bẩm sinh. + Tóc thưa, tóc mỏng. + Tóc gãy, tóc rụng nhiều do hậu covid gây ra. 🔰 CAM KẾT: - Tóc mọc nhanh, chắc khỏe - Dứt điểm tình trạng tóc gãy rụng, xơ yếu - Nang tóc phát triển gấp 10 lần - Kích thích tóc con mọc 3500 - 4500 sợi, không gãy rụng - Tóc mọc đồng nhất không khác biệt so với tóc cũ - Tiết kiệm chi phí - Tiết kiệm thời gian Để lại tình trạng để nhận tư vấn 1:1 từ bác sĩ -----------------❖❖❖--------------- ☎️Hotline: 0912.499.426 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Viện Da Liễu Mercy - Chuyên Khoa Điều Trị Rụng Tóc Công Nghệ Cao | https://www.facebook.com/MercyClinicc/ | 237 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481172658_659294023189313_1412373827599203120_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UfgGOkECsbAQ7kNvgGrWve5&_nc_oc=Adhc0_IhH-MsDa1t2gkI0HNkb4qHmlbkV1AQBb0FxWTrhaeBrU-bkzwFj0ZHC8zdbjycamsyUtz5W7fA_zfnhAuH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ALEvd7ORLJ7l-AfxOUoYtr_&oh=00_AYBY7CAPFu_r_NQ_w-4xa9uCZ4deTYnnAw0cYYLw_SEWmg&oe=67CBE72F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Viện Da Liễu Mercy - Chuyên Khoa Điều Trị Rụng Tóc Công Nghệ Cao | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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