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2,445,307	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Three fabulous shows!!!	At the Women’s Chorus of Charlotte, we’re experiencing a flood of emotion. Perhaps you are, too. We want to remind you that none of us is alone. We are knit together in unbreakable bonds of community. In this disquieting time, the Women’s Chorus of Charlotte has decided to offer all three of our upcoming performances of Spirit Voices as a gift to the entire community free of charge. We think you’ll find the program a source of inspiration, reassurance, and above all, connection with others who are concerned with the well-being of us all, especially those who have been pushed to the margins of society. Perhaps you find that you’re feeling a little empty right now and need the healing power of music and community. Join us. Find what you're missing. Though the concerts are free, you still need a ticket. Please select your seats by clicking on the link below. The concert will be a transcendent journey through sound, celebrating the depth and beauty of the human spirit and spirituality. Regardless of your journey, we think you'll recognize yourself along the way. We're featuring works such as Dan Forrest’s monumental Ubi Caritas, Matt and Adam Podd’s delicious setting of How Can I Keep from Singing, Jim Papoulis’ breath-taking Sih'r Kalaq (Creative Magic), and Natasha Bedingfield's insightful Unwritten. Prepare to be inspired! To help offset the costs of concert production, donations will be gratefully accepted. The Women's Chorus's last three concerts SOLD OUT - so don't wait to get your tickets!	BOOK_TRAVEL	http://www.gmccharlotte.org/spirit-voices	Gay Men's Chorus of Charlotte	https://www.facebook.com/gmccharlotte/	3,866	1969-12-31 18:00	Book now	gmccharlotte.org	IMAGE	In this disquieting time, the Women’s Chorus of Charlotte has decided to offer all three of our upcoming performances of Spirit Voices as a gift to the entire community free of charge.	http://www.gmccharlotte.org/spirit-voices	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466043031_1303680324144395_5488806991408632773_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4OOz_4IFP7YQ7kNvgFg2TJz&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AMCEI5127-R67gMtPpEA-Om&oh=00_AYBICOC5v3KZyvKnzWg1e9Otm9tYmS9Y6fOmPPE4HDOfmw&oe=6739B069	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Gay Men's Chorus of Charlotte	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,322	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445315}'	No	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801		A L E X hanged his coat on the hook near the front door of his parent's house. His mother called him an hour ago that she wanted to discuss some matters involving his own future. His parents just didn't want to leave his private life alone that was why he came back where he used to live to argue for his full freedom. For Pete's sake, he was already twenty three years old. He saw Cassandra, his fifteen year old sister, descending the grand staircase in front of the front doors and screamed her lungs out when she saw him as if she saw a ghost. She always did that to annoy him. He had to throw his pen towards her to stop her from her hysteria. Though his pen didn't hit her and landed a few stairs above her, she stopped screaming and laughed. "Alexander! Welcome home!" She said after she stepped on the last step of the stairs and he didn't paid any attention to his sister but instead he was staring at his wasted pen. He just bought it and now he had to buy another one. He heard the shuffling of slippers from the door leading to the parlor room and it opened. His mother who doesn't looked like her age came out running and opened her arms and pulled him in a tight hug. He saw Cassandra rolled her eyes before she went inside the parlor room. Their house was designed like those houses during the Victorian era which was his mom's doing because back at her teenage years, she was so obsessed over novels, stories and movies concerning that era. Handsome dukes, earls, viscounts and so on. It was her teenage dream and she made it came true by building her own grandeur house. She even pretended to be the duchess and she wanted no—demanded to call her milady or your grace and he was used to it a long ago. "How's my Earl?" Alex suppressed himself not to roll his eyes and smiled instead. "I'm good, milady." He also has to talk like one. He saw his mom smiled from ear to ear. "That's why I love you so much, Alex. I think I miss you." "You think? That's—" Alex nodded "—great!" He faked a laugh. "You're the only one to indulge me with my craziness here. Bernardo is so killjoy." He just sighed and loosened his neck tie. "So what's this matter about my future?" "Oh, yeah." She clapped her hands in excitement. "We arranged you a marriage!" She announced and it took him time for his brain to process what she said. And realization struck him. "A what!?" ° ° ° T A Y L O R felt like he was on a swing and someone was drumming his chest. He knew the monkey who was bothering him early in the morning. It was his six year old nephew. "Papa! Wake up!" Chester said repeatedly while he shook and drummed Taylor's chest. Taylor groaned before he opened his eyes and saw Chester jumping on the bed and it made him dizzy and the mattress bouncing him. It has been six years since Chester's mother, Cheska and Taylor's only sister and family left, died from gaving birth of Chester. Cheska never told her boyfriend, who impregnated her, that she was pregnant and Taylor didn't even know who the fvck was it. But one thing was for sure, Chester must be so much a lot like his father since he never inherit any physical traits to Cheska nor any of their family. But so far, Taylor had never seen any man who looked like Chester. And he didn't care if he couldn't find Chester's father. Chester already had him and his best friend, Ella, to take care of his nephew. They were leaving in the same unit with two bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room together with Ella. "You promised we'll go to the mall today!" Chester shouted. "Yeah. I know." Taylor said in a sleepy voice. "You take a bath first." "Aye, sir!" Chester saluted and went to the bathroom running. Taylor stood from the bed and fixed it before he rummaged in the white closet and pulled a green checkered polo shirt and a pair of pants for Chester. The door of the bathroom slammed open and Chester came out singing a Japanese song he learned from the television and a Winnie the Pooh printed towel around his body. "Your clothes are on the bed." Taylor threw Chester's clothes to the bed before he went inside the bathroom. ° ° ° Taylor wanted to tell Ella that they were going to go. It was a shame that she couldn't go with them that day because of her work. Taylor opened Ella's bedroom door without knocking when he saw her in her underwear. She crossed her arms on her chest. "Pervert!" Ella shouted and he just rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not interested, baby." Taylor said. "Oh yeah. I forgot you're gay, baby." She walked towards me shamelessly. "Come here. Where's my good morning kiss?" She pouted her lips. "I just want to say we're going to the mall for a while." Taylor said and slammed the door shut in front of her face. "Gross!" He shouted and he heard her laughed. ° ° ° Taylor dropped Chester in the bookstore. That was the reason why Chester was so excited that morning because every time they went to the mall, Chester always insisted to be left in the bookstore and read books there while Taylor went to the grocery to buy their needs. He went to the grocery and pulled a grocery cart and wheeled it. After fifteen minutes his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Chester calling and it was also a very rare situation for Chester to call him during his precious time with his books. Taylor answered the ultra rare call. "Papa!" Chester whispered from the other line. "What?" Taylor whispered also. "Someone's stalking me! I mean, someone keeps on looking at me and it gives me the creep!" Chester sounded honest and it was a rare call and he didn't had any reasons to lie. Taylor's heart was filled with worries and started beating fast and things about kidnapping and child trafficking and all sorts of dangerous situations were running inside his mind. "Stay where many people are. I'll be there." ° ° ° Taylor rushed to the bookstore and found Chester near the exit. He snatched Chester's hand who jumped in surprise. "You're killing me!" Chester exclaimed in a whisper. "Are you okay?" He scanned Chester. "Where was this stalker of yours?" "He's inside. I think I lost him." "Are you sure? Maybe you're just assuming yourself." He sighed. "Of course not! I'm sure he was stalking me! He even attempt to have a conversation with me but I refused since you said I shouldn't talk to strangers." Taylor nodded just to stop Chester from blabbing. "But the unusual thing was he kinda looks like me." Chester frowned thinking. Taylor froze and turned cold. It couldn't be. Of course, it couldn't be. "Are you sure?" He asked the kid. "Not so. But I can see myself at him. Do you think he's my—" "No! He was just a complete stalker! I swear." Taylor grabbed Chester's hand and pulled him as they jogged and walked while scanning the crowd like a prisoner who escaped from jail. Taylor's heart was hammering in his chest. It couldn't be his father. And if it was him, he would do anything so Chester and that man wouldn't meet again. But the fact that the man was already aware that he have a son was a bad fact. Or maybe not. Or yes, he might hire a search party. He tightened his grip on Chester's hand to insure that he was still there and never leaving him. He couldn't imagine his life without that bookworm. He was his only family left. "I'm not going anywhere, Taylor. So loosen your grip a little." Chester smiled to assured him and he breathed out feeling relieved. Chester was always been a keen observer and could read people which was the opposite of Taylor. "Thank you." Taylor murmured before he loosened his grip a little of Chester's hand. ° ° ° Taylor owned and started a studio four years ago at the building next to their unit. He needed to gave up his two years of studying photography and became a babysitter then he decided to use—apply rather, of what he learned from school. The location was perfect since no studio was around that area so somehow his business was sailing smoothly. Costumers were waiting when he entered and Macy, one of his employees, motioned her hand to him. He went inside the counter. "Mrs. Connor is here to fetch her daughter's wedding photo." She said in a whisper like voice and Taylor nodded. "Of course." He turned and fetched the big photo, framed with brown flowers engraved on the frame. He smiled while looking at the photo. The lady was beautiful in her white wedding dress and the man was wearing a cream colored suit, his one hand was wrapped on the back of the bride's waist. They looked so happy. Of course, who wouldn't be happy. Taylor congratulated Mrs. Connor for her daughter's wedding and wished them happiness. She thanked him before exiting the establishment. ° ° ° His next costumer was a student. Majority of the costumers there were students. Mostly for ID pictures, school requirements and graduation photos. Some were a whole family. Family reunions, weddings and so on. Chester came out from the dark room with Max, his other employee and a photographer also. Since it was summer, Chester would be there helping small things like arranging papers and organizing things in the dark room where they developed the photos and films. Chester came to Taylor running and he shooed him when the next costumer went inside. The next costumer was a new born baby with the parents. Aw! Their first picture together as a family. After the shoot, Taylor congratulated them. He stretched his neck turning it to the sides a couple of times then steadied it up, down, and sidewards. Hearing and feeling it cracked made him sighed and closed his eyes when he heard the door of the studio opened. Taylor was stunned to see who was the next in line that he wanted to hide away. The costumer in a black suit looked like Chester. It can't be. Was he the man who Chester was saying a week ago. How did he find us? Did he hired some investigators to track them using his sister's name? Taylor observed the man who was busy glancing around his studio. Taylor wished that Chester wouldn't come out from the dark room which he always do. Taylor stared at him frowning and on his guard as if the man would going to attack him any time. Taylor's facial expression changed from a very unwelcome frown to a warm smile while crossing his fingers when their eyes met. He should be a professional. Who knew he might be there to use his service and not because he was looking for Chester. "Hi!" The man greeted him. "Hey!" Taylor said with a smile. More like a fake smile. "Please take a seat." He motioned the stool in front of him. "Thanks." The man sat and smiled. "Passport size, by the way." Taylor dragged the white painted board as the background while the man was looking at him. "I'm Xander." He introduced and Taylor frowned while his back was facing the costumer and smiled when he faced him and stood in front of the costumer and checked the camera. It seemed like Taylor's facial muscles were going numb since he kept on putting a fake smile. He pretended that he didn't heard the costumer's introduction, raised the camera on his eye and raised his index finger motioning it was the first shot. He couldn't deny that the man was handsome. He looked like Chester but Chester was cuter and the man in front of him was handsome. Taylor clicked the capture button and moved the cam away from his eye and checked the image in the screen. "Once more." He said and took a shot once more. Taylor thumbs up after scanning all three shots and made his probably last fake smile of the day smile. He let Xander looked at the pictures and he just nodded. "How many years since this studio was built?" Xander asked. Taylor looked at him. "Four." He said briefly and motioned his hand to the door to the lobby. "You can wait at the lobby, sir." Xander smiled and thanked him. Taylor waited him to walked out of the studio and ran to the dark room. Max was teaching Chester how to print a picture and they both raised their heads at him when he entered. He locked the door and beckoned Max. "I'll do the printing." Taylor said. "Okay." Max stood from the shrivel chair and ruffled Chester's hair before he left. The photo of the new born child with his parents were still ongoing so he let Chester do anything with the PC and positioned himself at the second computer and plugged the camera. He processed Xander's photo immediately since he couldn't wait for Xander to get out of his place. Taylor went to the counter and gave Macy the six pieces of passport size photo of Xander. He saw him looking at the sample photos displayed on the wall of the lobby. Taylor went back inside the dark room and sighed as he sat on the shrivel chair while Chester was playing Plants vs. Zombies. Taylor jumped when the door to the counter opened and Macy's head popped in smiling. "Mr. Dobson wanted to talk to you." She said and he frowned. Who the hell is Mr. Dobson? "The man in black." She said when she saw that he was struggling to remember who was Mr. Dobson. "Oh! The MIB." I glanced to the PC and printer and her. "I, um." Taylor said hesitantly. "I'm kinda busy here." She nodded in agreement and Max went inside from the other door that connects to the studio and plugged the cam on my PC and stole the other vacant camera and exited the dark room, which was not really dark. Macy nodded in understanding again and closed the door. Taylor thanked Max sincerely for giving him another job to do. ° ° ° Ella dropped in the studio to fetch Chester and they went ahead to their unit. Taylor and Max needed to finish editing the wedding video of Mrs. Connor's daughter after Kenneth, the third photographer, handed the job to the both of them since he took a day off. Taylor went back to the unit tired and saw Chester already sleeping soundly on their bed in his pj's. He sat at the edge of the bed and messed Chester's hair. He felt like he really was his father for six years but right that time, he felt like he was already running out of time. But he would do anything to let that Xander stay away from him as long as he could. He sighed and went to the kitchen after changing into him pj's and ate the food Ella left for him. Sleep never came to him when his thoughts were running to that Xander. He was afraid he might took Chester away from him. He lived and worked his ass for six years and gave up his scholarship in order to have something to feed Chester and gave him everything he needed. Chester was his purpose why he was still living after Cheska died. And he was afraid to be left alone. He spent his night caressing his nephew's hair in a fatherly way while staring at his calm and relaxed face. Time sure flies fast. He felt like it was yesterday that he cradled him on his arms crying while reaching his small hands to his face. He fell asleep with that thought. 2. New Dad C h a p t e r T w o T A Y L O R woke up when he heard knocks from his bedroom door. Chester was still sleeping so he opened the door immediately so he wouldn't wake up from the noise. It was Ella, of course and she looked like confused and worried. "Someone's looking for you." She said. "Who in this early hour will look for me." Ella shrugged her shoulders. Taylor scratched his head and closed the door. He marched to the front door and opened it. He was surprised to see Xander outside in his gray suit. Taylor closed the door immediately but it was stuck. Xander's feet was blocking the door preventing it to close. "The hell?" "Why are you avoiding me?" Xander asked and yanked the door wider. "Do I even know you?" Taylor raised a brow. "No, but looks familiar, maybe." He said. "Hmm." Taylor frowned and tried to act the best way he could. He was staring at Xander as if analyzing him. He suits the black one he wore yesterday but he still looked good in gray though. C'mon, what am I thinking, Taylor thought, focus! "Nope, maybe not. Sorry." Taylor attempted to close the door again and this time Xander blocked it with his shoulder. Taylor could hear Ella whispering. "LQ?" He just rolled his eyes and stared at Xander. "I will sue you for trespassing!" Taylor said while pushing the door close and Xander was pushing the door open. His hands were trembling already, Xander was strong and he didn't think he could still go on. His hands were aching already. "Do that. I'm not scared." He said calmly. Taylor was gritting his teeth and narrowed his eyes making his small Asian eyes disappeared in a line. He was always teased at school because of his small eyes. Though his mother and father didn't look like Asian, but his great grandmother at his mother's side was and he was the only one who inherited her genes. "Who's that, papa?" He heard Chester said. Judging his voice, he just woke up. "Who's that?" Xander asked and leaned his head to the left to look inside and Taylor also leaned his head to his right to block Xander's view. "My son." Taylor said leaning his head to his left when Xander leaned his head to the right. They kept on shifting their heads, Xander trying to look inside and Taylor blocking. "Go inside the room, Chester." He heard the closing of the door. "Why won't you let me look?" Xander said annoyed. "Are you hiding something or someone?" Xander emphasized the last word. "Ha! Hiding? What will I hide? And why do you want to look inside?" "I can see it on your eyes. You're afraid, Mr. Harrison." Xander's blue gray eyes staring straight on his eyes. Xander was true and Taylor couldn't deny that fact. He pursed his lips together guiltily and sighed. Maybe it was best to tell him the truth? But he was afraid of loosing Chester. And was he even the father? His grip on the door loosened and he let Xander pushed it open wider. "Fine." Taylor said in surrender but it didn't mean he was giving up his nephew. ° ° ° "How are you related to Cheska Harrison?" Xander asked while looking to the framed pictures hanged on the wall. It was Cheska with Taylor smiling together like they were so close. Cheska's face was the same face Xander could recall way back seven years ago. The same smile that he fell in love with, the same everything. "We're siblings." Taylor said. Xander turned his head snappily to Taylor, frowning and he looked back to the picture. "Ha?" They didn't looked a like. Taylor looked more like someone from the Asia and his eyes seemed like it were stretched to its sides. Xander looked to the next picture which he guessed was Cheska's parents. She looked like her father. "In law?" "No!" Taylor said. Xander heard the clanging of glasses and ceramics. He looked to the parent's picture again but neither of them looked like Taylor. He frowned. "You're not the first person to asked me that." Xander turned his heel and Taylor offered him a mug of coffee. He murmured his thanks before getting the mug. Xander felt nervous. According to Taylor's reactions, his guess was correct. That that kid who undoubtedly looked like him which he first saw at the bookstore was his son. Everything were becoming clear. He thought it was his son at those girls that he hooked up before but it turned out to be Cheska. She was his first love. And the longest relationship he had. Three years. But it was a secret relationship. He once introduced her to his family and the thing was, his grandmother was displeased about their relationship. His grandma said that they weren't cut to be together because it would be like meeting heaven and earth. They broke up after that but made up again because he couldn't let her go. They secretly met during weekends. But things changed after they had sex for the first time. She acted like she was afraid over something. He even asked her if she was threatened by his grandmother or family but she denied it. He thought their love would get stronger after that act but it was the opposite. She grew farther and farther away. She didn't even finished her studies and dropped out of school and moved far away. They didn't had closure. And then one day he found out a kid in a bookstore that looked like him and it happened to be his kid. It was fate. He got her pregnant and maybe it was the reason why she dropped out to school but why didn't she told him? She was afraid. But afraid of what? He glanced to the picture hanged near the kitchen entrance. It was Chester laughing. He really did looked like him when he was young. No doubt that Chester was his son. "That's Chester when he was five years old." Taylor said. "How old is he now?" Xander asked and placed the mug on the center table and sat on a settee. "Six." Taylor said briefly. Six years and he didn't know that he had a son. Xander lift his head when he heard a door creaked open and saw the same kid in the store accusing him as a stalker for asking him few questions. The kid pointed his index finger to him stunned. "You're that stalker!" Chester said and he found himself smiling. What an energitic boy, he thought. "What is he doing here, papa?" "He. . . he wanted to see you." Taylor said. "Why?" The young boy stared at him. Taylor sighed. "Because he's your—" "Father?" Chester interrupted. Taylor and Xander was stunned. "Is he here to claim me? I'm not going anywhere with him!" Chester said furious. "Of course no!" Taylor said. "I won't agree." Xander's eyes met with Taylor's. Part of Xander's plan was to get Chester to be in his custody. He was the father after all. And for six years, he didn't know he already became a father. It overwhelmed him and Chester could be the reason to stop that marriage his mother arranged. "You won't give me to him?" Chester pointer him and he was hurt. His own son was rejecting him but he couldn't blame him. "No! No, I-I won't." Taylor pursed his lips. "I believe you." Chester said and he could see sadness on his eyes and his expression went back to normal when he looked at Xander. Chester slowly walked to his direction. Cautious. Then stopped in front of him. He didn't know what to do. He never thought about that kind of thing. He had a son now. He kneeled in front of Chester to make their eyes level and looked at him for a minute before he pulled him in a hug. There was no doubt about it. Chester was his. From the color of his hair and eyes, his nose and shape of his lips. All his facial features belonged to him. It looked like he was looking to a mirror and the image reflected was him when he was still a child. His mom and especially his dad would be happy to know about Chester. One of the reason why his mom pushed him to that marriage was because they already wanted to see their grandson. He didn't know why, it would only made them realized that they're already old. "I'm called Alexander Dobson." He said after the hug and smiled. "Chester Harrison." Chester gave him a small smile. "So I'll call you dad since I'm calling Taylor papa, if it's okay with you." Chester said in a business like tone. "Of course!" He said amused. "Of course, please call me that." He glanced at Taylor and he curved a smile on his lips when their eyes met. He turned to face Chester again and framed his small head with his hands. "Thank you." He murmured and kissed his son's forehead before he stood up. ° ° ° They had breakfast together with Ella, Taylor's friend and whom they shared the unit with. They talked about their jobs and stuffs then Cheska. He was surprised about Cheska's death. He also learned a little lot of stuff about Taylor and Chester. Of how Taylor had to sacrificed everything for little Chester. The two shared a bond more than an uncle and a nephew. Taylor walked him to the elevator. He thought Taylor had something to say to him but he was just silent on their way. "Thank you." Xander said to Taylor when they reached the elevator. Taylor just nodded and cracked a smile. The elevator was packed and he was already late for his work.	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2,445,440	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:35	active	1801		Nhiều lúc Thúy cũng tự hỏi: Điều gì khiến ông Thịnh mê mình dữ vậy ta?!? Vì hồi mới sinh xong, tui soi gương mà tui còn ngán chính tui nữa đó các bạn. Sau này Thúy mới hiểu, chắc do Thúy đã biết chăm sóc bản thân rất tốt. Mình yêu chính cơ thể mình, vóc dáng, làn da và mái tóc của mình thì ông chồng ổng mới yêu mình nha các bạn. Trộm vía vì tìm được sản phẩm tốt nên Thúy mới giữ gìn được sắc vóc như bây giờ. Trên tay Thúy là Ginseng Slim - Hồng Sâm Giảm Cân Hàn Quốc, sản phẩm duy nhất Thúy tin cậy trong hành trình giữ gìn vóc dáng. Các bạn xem thông tin bên dưới rồi đặt mua xài nhen, sản phẩm cao cấp và tốt thực sự. ------------- • Công dụng: Hỗ trợ hạn chế hấp thu chất béo Hỗ trợ giúp giảm béo Hỗ trợ làm trẻ hóa da Hỗ trợ giảm rụng tóc ------------- • Thành phần: Củ sâm 6 năm tuổi Chiết xuất từ trái bứa Mật ong Biotin (Vitamin B7) Vitamin từ trái lựu Collagen và HA ------------- • Quy cách đóng gói: Mỗi hộp 15 gói Dung tích 01 gói 10ml ------------- • Cam kết: Sản phẩm tốt cho sức khỏe Không gây mệt Sản phẩm đã được Bộ Y Tế cấp chứng nhận Giấy phép quảng cáo số 651/2021/XNQC-ATTP Sản phẩm này không phải là thuốc và không có tác dụng thay thế thuốc chữa bệnh ------------- • Giao hàng toàn cầu: Thúy trực tiếp bán để giữ uy tín, các bạn nhắn Thúy tư vấn liền nhen!	MESSAGE_PAGE		Thanh Thúy - Đức Thịnh	https://www.facebook.com/dienvienthanhthuy/	435,504	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466412217_915926323814415_1091116550298546782_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KrbAQN6RueUQ7kNvgE-CUgH&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AAHdlPS-_9NIhQ_VgzVqhrB&oh=00_AYAKm050pix-lJQxZM9etVvSaO2PXjl80DoGrzYavWC4KQ&oe=6739B000	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Thanh Thúy - Đức Thịnh	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,318	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445315}'	No	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801		Even knowing he was his sister's boyfriend, he still fell in love with him relentlessly After his sister's death, Taylor and his nephew were left to fend for themselves, only to unexpectedly encounter the boy's father. To his surprise, he found himself irresistibly falling in love with this handsome single dad! What will their future hold when his "brother-in-law" Xander finds out about his homosexuality? "I'm Xander." He introduced and Taylor frowned while his back was facing the costumer and smiled when he faced him and stood in front of the costumer and checked the camera. It seemed like Taylor's facial muscles were going numb since he kept on putting a fake smile. He pretended that he didn't heard the costumer's introduction, raised the camera on his eye and raised his index finger motioning it was the first shot. He couldn't deny that the man was handsome. He looked like Chester but Chester was cuter and the man in front of him was handsome. Taylor clicked the capture button and moved the cam away from his eye and checked the image in the screen. "Once more." He said and took a shot once more. Taylor thumbs up after scanning all three shots and made his probably last fake smile of the day smile. He let Xander looked at the pictures and he just nodded. "How many years since this studio was built?" Xander asked. Taylor looked at him. "Four." He said briefly and motioned his hand to the door to the lobby."You can wait at the lobby, sir." Xander smiled and thanked him. Taylor waited him to walked out of the studio and ran to the dark room. Max was teaching Chester how to print a picture and they both raised their heads at him when he entered. He locked the door and beckoned Max. "I'll do the printing." Taylor said. "Okay." Max stood from the shrivel chair and ruffled Chester's hair before he left. The photo of the new born child with his parents were still ongoing so he let Chester do anything with the PC and positioned himself at the second computer and plugged the camera. He processed Xander's photo immediately since he couldn't wait for Xander to get out of his place. Taylor went to the counter and gave Macy the six pieces of passport size photo of Xander. He saw him looking at the sample photos displayed on the wall of the lobby. Taylor went back inside the dark room and sighed as he sat on the shrivel chair while Chester was playing Plants vs. Zombies. Taylor jumped when the door to the counter opened and Macy's head popped in smiling. "Mr. Dobson wanted to talk to you." She said and he frowned. Who the hell is Mr. Dobson? "The man in black." She said when she saw that he was struggling to remember who was Mr. Dobson. "Oh! The MIB." I glanced to the PC and printer and her. "I, um." Taylor said hesitantly. "I'm kinda busy here." She nodded in agreement and Max went inside from the other door that connects to the studio and plugged the cam on my PC and stole the other vacant camera and exited the dark room, which was not really dark. Macy nodded in understanding again and closed the door. Taylor thanked Max sincerely for giving him another job to do. ° ° ° Ella dropped in the studio to fetch Chester and they went ahead to their unit. Taylor and Max needed to finish editing the wedding video of Mrs. Connor's daughter after Kenneth, the third photographer, handed the job to the both of them since he took a day off. Taylor went back to the unit tired and saw Chester already sleeping soundly on their bed in his pj's. He sat at the edge of the bed and messed Chester's hair. He felt like he really was his father for six years but right that time, he felt like he was already running out of time. But he would do anything to let that Xander stay away from him as long as he could. He sighed and went to the kitchen after changing into him pj's and ate the food Ella left for him. Sleep never came to him when his thoughts were running to that Xander. He was afraid he might took Chester away from him. He lived and worked his ass for six years and gave up his scholarship in order to have something to feed Chester and gave him everything he needed. Chester was his purpose why he was still living after Cheska died. And he was afraid to be left alone. He spent his night caressing his nephew's hair in a fatherly way while staring at his calm and relaxed face. Time sure flies fast. He felt like it was yesterday that he cradled him on his arms crying while reaching his small hands to his face. He fell asleep with that thought. "Why are you avoiding me?" Xander asked and yanked the door wider.、"Do I even know you?" Taylor raised a brow. "No, but looks familiar, maybe." He said. "Hmm." Taylor frowned and tried to act the best way he could. He was staring at Xander as if analyzing him. He suits the black one he wore yesterday but he still looked good in gray though. C'mon, what am I thinking, Taylor thought, focus! "Nope, maybe not. Sorry." Taylor attempted to close the door again and this time Xander blocked it with his shoulder. Taylor could hear Ella whispering. "LQ?" He just rolled his eyes and stared at Xander. "I will sue you for trespassing!" Taylor said while pushing the door close and Xander was pushing the door open. His hands were trembling already, Xander was strong and he didn't think he could still go on. His hands were aching already. "Do that. I'm not scared." He said calmly. Taylor was gritting his teeth and narrowed his eyes making his small Asian eyes disappeared in a line. He was always teased at school because of his small eyes. Though his mother and father didn't look like Asian, but his great grandmother at his mother's side was and he was the only one who inherited her genes. "Who's that, papa?" He heard Chester said. Judging his voice, he just woke up. "Who's that?" Xander asked and leaned his head to the left to look inside and Taylor also leaned his head to his right to block Xander's view. "My son." Taylor said leaning his head to his left when Xander leaned his head to the right. They kept on shifting their heads, Xander trying to look inside and Taylor blocking. "Go inside the room, Chester." He heard the closing of the door. "Why won't you let me look?" Xander said annoyed. "Are you hiding something or someone?" Xander emphasized the last word. "Ha! Hiding? What will I hide? And why do you want to look inside?" "I can see it on your eyes. You're afraid, Mr. Harrison." Xander's blue gray eyes staring straight on his eyes. Xander was true and Taylor couldn't deny that fact. He pursed his lips together guiltily and sighed. Maybe it was best to tell him the truth? But he was afraid of loosing Chester. And was he even the father? His grip on the door loosened and he let Xander pushed it open wider. The kid pointed his index finger to him stunned. "You're that stalker!" Chester said and he found himself smiling. What an energitic boy, he thought. "What is he doing here, papa?" "He. . . he wanted to see you." Taylor said. "Why?" The young boy stared at him. Taylor sighed. "Because he's your—" "Father?"	LEARN_MORE	https://wehearfm.com/market/advertise?ads=8310	Wehear-02	https://www.facebook.com/100068024932641/	2,566	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	wehearfm.com	DCO		https://wehearfm.com/market/advertise?ads=8310	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466335955_920681329511620_804476434208198550_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wZbfitE6YMgQ7kNvgF2foKB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AMCEI5127-R67gMtPpEA-Om&oh=00_AYCD6nCaSwm44e0ixPESYAj3xXGnUpV59_onSf3-57Xm5A&oe=6739B899	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Wehear-02	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,539	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:37	active	1801	Cấy Môi Nano - Không Sưng, không đau, màu đẹp như ý	"2024 RỒI... PHUN MÔI PHẢI CHỌN NƠI UY TÍN, KẺO HỐI HẬN CẢ ĐỜI Lý do khách hàng về nước chỉ tin mỗi Linh Anh => làm xong giới thiệu thêm bạn bè [xem video ngay] 🔜 Mực đểu, mực vô cơ tràn lan ngoài thị trường Màu mực lên đậm, dừ kém sắc, làm xỉn màu môi, thâm môi Không bền màu, chất hóa học nhiều, có thể gây ung thư da 🔜 Mực hữu cơ Thành phần lành tính, an toàn, càng về lâu màu càng bền càng đẹp Màu lên nhẹ nhàng, sáng da, hỗ trợ làm hồng môi 📛📛 Cần tìm 20 khách hàng VIỆT KIỀU, môi thâm xỉn, sắc mặt xám, ngũ quan không sáng da> Hỗ trợ Phun môi bằng mực hữu cơ chính hãng Để sở hữu ngay đôi môi phun màu sắc tươi tắn, hot nhất 2024 ✔️ Đẹp chuẩn hiện đại=> đổi vận lập tức, vừa sáng da lại sang ✔️ Luôn đẹp thần thái kể cả khi không có makeup ✔️ Không sưng đau, thời gian thực hiện ngắn, làm xong đẹp liền ✨>>> Giảm sâu khi đi cùng hội chị em ✨ giới thiệu thêm bạn bè INBOX để nhận tư vấn ngay!"	MESSAGE_PAGE		Thẩm Mỹ Viện Linh Anh	https://www.facebook.com/linhanh.thammyvien/	7,322	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466672194_1100000795124387_2304264644065705841_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sKcoX6vkCcsQ7kNvgHLAvV9&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_ozvSpUzY6xxCM-rQWxz-W&oh=00_AYBDAmrZVpN-Esof3U1fO-cXKDFFulECRtVqRqHGzis3dg&oe=67398911	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Thẩm Mỹ Viện Linh Anh	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,446,081	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:46	active	1801	🎮 GIFTCODE Tân Thủ: SVIP9999 - NLK3DVGP - GAME5SAO	⭕ Game Nhập Vai Di Động Rank SSR+ 💥 Server Đông Người - PK 24/7 💥 Giao Dịch Tự Do - Vật Phẩm Giá Trị 💥 Farm Boss Thế Giới - Rơi Vật Phẩm Hiếm 🎮 GIFTCODE Tân Thủ: SVIP9999 - NLK3DVGP - GAME5SAO	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://itunes.apple.com/app/id1638876595	Ngự Long Kiếm 3D - VGP	https://www.facebook.com/NguLongKiem3D/	13,901	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	itunes.apple.com	VIDEO		http://itunes.apple.com/app/id1638876595	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465783336_900480892062375_1353186377794381384_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=odV8HTTSsEMQ7kNvgELUEAv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AAu_2uLVZrkqBRqqLbN3PfV&oh=00_AYA_i1FXaQRwLeBPNWlVjFDGcrjWmlJcI1cF-ZS6tNF08A&oe=6739BBAC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ngự Long Kiếm 3D - VGP	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,446,101	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2446098}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:47	active	1801	Gold Fish Unisex Vintage Washed Tee		SHOP_NOW	https://www.print-cool.com/collections/best-seller	PrintcoolPod	https://www.facebook.com/100091329896501/	2,255	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	print-cool.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.print-cool.com/collections/best-seller?ads=16061461037435720925382015,16063564650720935332752015,16064898227885257782692015,16065202976127587590392015,16066099372753578038312015,16066173703432783862022015,16066420249195037418292015,16066520824934438496072015,16066578677996779429502015,16066606057350789941902015,16066622463461315134222015,16066807191889804078992015,16066810476340046811012015,16066810477441471024372015,16066823835973897499142015,16067028059890437778912015,16065289707939503834272015,16065406077455942555672015&show_page=first_page	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466418777_945480837446969_1171552624800773927_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_Fnmt5bBdJEQ7kNvgHgnZSs&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AAu_2uLVZrkqBRqqLbN3PfV&oh=00_AYBt5V6so1k2cdC253aLm2b1tWjHshSdOHFfgWZM2Js1EQ&oe=6739C4B6	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PrintcoolPod	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,308	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Un piège sucré irrésistible ! Vous ne pouvez absolument pas manquer cette mini-série !	Préparez-vous à un tourbillon d'émotions ! Attendez-vous à des rebondissements que vous ne verrez pas venir !	WATCH_MORE	https://stardust-h5.stardustgod.com/reelshort/book	Reelshort-Video stories	https://www.facebook.com/100090841033078/	268,596	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	stardust-h5.stardustgod.com	VIDEO		https://stardust-h5.stardustgod.com/reelshort/booksAdvPageV2/?book_id=65cfe7f0b56587eb83081c25&chapterId=gfufv29f6v&chapterIndex=1&mediaType=fb&px=294381285498773%253A&book_type=1&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466468719_1756410458494151_405420145418849403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Iz6urtM9jpQQ7kNvgHfZbpr&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AMCEI5127-R67gMtPpEA-Om&oh=00_AYDzGI1g1ZU-_tQvzz5I3lWH2CydIz-k7P0To8wm-jhExw&oe=673998B9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Reelshort-Video stories	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,715	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445714}'	No	2024-11-12 16:40	active	1801			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/merarirphoto	Merari Reyes Photography	https://www.facebook.com/merarifoto/	233	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/merarirphoto	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466171907_2866401597000715_7533147434356557946_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_aid=0&_nc_ohc=HlDiFvL3b1cQ7kNvgFT8MrA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARyu9Qm10kbt0EKoK1aevZ0&oh=00_AYC5GgdH2YZB7rNsKjcgA0lqGb45WZMZvkH9XlVVxM9PKw&oe=6739B51B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Merari Reyes Photography	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,827	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445826}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:43	active	1801	Luxury tailor-made vacations	Where exclusivity meets inclusivity. Book your tailor-made itinerary with the luxury travel experts at Out Of Office.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.outofoffice.com/the-maldives/gay-trave	Outofoffice.com	https://www.facebook.com/OutOfOfficeCom/	33,196	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	outofoffice.com	DCO	Visiting somewhere like the Maldives can be daunting as an LGBTQ couple but we handpick every property we work with to ensure they are inclusive.	https://www.outofoffice.com/the-maldives/gay-travel	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466069035_468129736312628_3070012126793630381_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qwv8bYalkcEQ7kNvgE_6FH4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AJsFtxqfevocGs1rHn-ZBA2&oh=00_AYBnRa9KgghxhebaDM4zinmgE2f-_e9WbCA8Sx7tJGiKPw&oe=6739B094	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Outofoffice.com	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,445,717	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-12 16:40	active	1801	Keep it Gay	Attention Gays, Straights, and All Those Opposed to Hate: Don your boas and join us for our first annual PRIDE CONCERT. No Square Theatre presents “KEEP IT GAY”. Two wild nights of snacks, sips, show tunes, and solidarity. November 15th and 16th. Cocktails @ 6pm. Concert @ 7pm.	BUY_TICKETS	https://www.tix.com/ticket-sales/nosquare/1804	No Square Theatre	https://www.facebook.com/nosquaretheatre/	1,297	1969-12-31 18:00	Buy tickets	tix.com	EVENT	384 Legion St, Laguna Beach, CA	https://www.tix.com/ticket-sales/nosquare/1804	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466376095_532743419755824_8059602592967424953_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v8d_nfHXihkQ7kNvgEyTsFP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARyu9Qm10kbt0EKoK1aevZ0&oh=00_AYDxZonL3H2k5w1BZOddc9DHqeqH3YL74PWZaQl-WuVgfQ&oe=6739A65A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	No Square Theatre	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,445,328	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Read More👉👉	Three brothers, half werewolf, half vampire, the most powerful supernatural beings ever. A thief who dresses as a man for safety. What happens when these three brothers find their mate but think...she's male? * * * "Stop, you son of a bit-ch!" The rain is smashing into my face as I hear the thud of my black boots hitting the slick, neon-lit asphalt. My black jeans and hoodie are soaked and heavy with rain. I’m dodging through a crowd outside a fancy club, full of guys and girls dressed to the nines, some with umbrellas, others just using their stuff to try and stay dry. A couple of them shoot me dirty looks as I shove past. Glancing back, I see the big, bald, pissed-off dude chasing me. He's about six feet tall and having a tough time moving through the crowd with his big frame, bumping into people who snap back at him angrily. While he's tied up with some mad guy, I slip into an alley blocked by the crowd. I sprint and hide behind a dumpster, waiting for him to pass the entrance, and yep, there he goes. I stand up and keep moving down the alley, pulling out the wallet I just nabbed. Checking it, I see it belongs to a Tom Ford according to his driver’s license, and inside, there's 135 bucks. That's a win, considering most folks carry cards, not cash. I pocket the cash and toss the wallet into another dumpster I pass by. I pull down my hood and fix my short, black wig. Good thing my makeup is waterproof, or my guy disguise would be running down my face right now. Usually, people don't even realize their wallet’s gone until I’m long gone. But today, I messed up big time. I dropped the wallet just after I snatched it. I decided to scoop it up and book it while Tom was still in shock that I'd actually steal it. I’ve been in this game for seven years, been alive for twenty-two, and it’s usually easy to tell when someone’s gonna come after you. Tom caught me red-handed, looking mad enough to chase, so I figured why not make a run for it with the cash? Better to have the money and a fake description out there than nothing at all. If I got caught, I’d be screwed either way, cause he saw me take it, and I doubt he’d buy it if I said he dropped it. It was in a pretty deep pocket, after all. I turned right into another alley, heading the opposite way from Tom. This alley runs behind a fancy club called Chaos, I think. I've heard it's a hotspot for the super-rich. Rumor has it that it's owned by triplets—three brothers known for being cold-blooded and ruthless, focusing only on power. They might just be the most powerful folks in Canada, or even North America, maybe the whole world. They only care about people with money and power, but that's nothing new, right? Most folks lining up outside won't even make it in. They just don't fit the elite crowd and end up wasting their night standing in the cold rain, hoping for a chance to get in. When I walk into the alley behind Chaos, I spot five guys standing in the middle of it, by the club's backdoor. If I were dressed as a girl, I'd have turned around to avoid any drunk weirdos, but luckily, I'm in my male disguise today. Dressing up as Ronald Baker makes me feel safer, keeps me off the radar because I'm seen as just another guy, and the creeps out here are usually after young, vulnerable girls. There was this one time a guy thought he could mess with me because I looked smaller, probably an easy target, he thought. Well, he was wrong. I pulled out my switchblade, and he backed off real fast. I often use this male disguise when I'm out doing my thieving stuff or if I'm hired for a job, which usually involves stealing something specific for someone. It's a good way to dodge those looking for revenge or the cops. They're all on the lookout for a guy, so I can just slip by them later as a girl. Back in the alley, three of the five guys, all with black hair, have their backs to me. The other two seem to be kneeling in front of them, begging. I keep moving slowly and quietly, trying to get past without drawing any attention. As I get closer, I can see the fear on their faces as they look my way. The light from the door shines down, highlighting the tears on their faces. I stop in my tracks, not wanting to get any closer to whatever mess they're in. It's pretty intense, seeing two grown men begging, crying, and trembling like that. I think one of them might have even peed himself. I decide to just hang back and wait for them to finish up and clear out so I can go through. "P-p-please M-Master, s-spare me. It wasn't m-my fault. Omar was the one who didn't check if they were VIPs," the guy on the left stutters out, while Omar, I guess that's his name, frantically shakes his head, his eyes wide with fear. "N-n-no, I didn't see them enter," Omar shoots back, clearly panicking. "Well, that's a shame. I thought I had capable staff handling my business," the tallest of the three black-haired men, all over six feet, says with a deep, husky voice that sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. "I agree, Matt. Who knew we had idiots doing such an important job? They just let anyone walk in and mess up our meeting. You idiots couldn't even do the simple job of checking a card and deciding, yup, that's a VIP or nope, you can't enter. Because of your brainless heads, they didn't surrender!" the man to the right yells. His voice sends another shiver through me. He's a bit shorter than Matt but looks the most muscular. "Killian, stop yelling. You'll draw unwanted attention," the third man, as tall as the first, reprimands with a stern, annoyed voice. I fight off another shiver. "They aren’t going to refuse us. They’d be stupid to say no when they know we're just trying to avoid the trouble of wiping out their whole clan. They just got scared by the damn fools these two let slip through," he says, facing Killian. "Horace is right, they know they're as good as dead if they refuse to surrender," Matt adds, talking to Killian. His words seem to relax the two kneeling men a bit. "But I'm still going to kill you two. You failed your job and could've messed up our business." Matt moves before the men can even react. He grabs one guy, Omar, by the head and twists, snapping his neck. Before Omar hits the ground, he snaps the other guy’s neck too. They both fall, dead. I gasp in terror before I can stop myself. All three men turn to look at me. Scared as I am, I can't help but notice how gorgeous they are. It's clear they're related—they all look similar but have distinct features. Their eyes, hair, and facial expressions are the most noticeable differences. Matt has blue eyes and looks furious. His black hair is cut short on the sides and longer on top, styled back, giving him a sleek, powerful look. Killian has green eyes and looks a bit shocked. His hair is a chocolate brown, also short on the sides and longer on top, but unlike Matt's sleek style, his is messy, carefree, and slightly curly. Horace, with gray eyes behind black-framed glasses, has an indifferent expression. His hair is the lightest, with different shades of brown and some blonde streaks, pulled up in a man bun. "I w-won't say anything about what I saw," I stutter, making my voice sound deeper on purpose, while I slowly back away, hoping to get out of this alive. If I manage to escape, I swear I’ll never come back to this place dressed as Leo, maybe not even at all. Matt slowly creeps towards me, with Killian and Horace a little behind him. As they get closer, they all suddenly freeze, lift their noses, and sniff the air. Whatever they're smelling makes their eyes go black... I blink a few times, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me. Nope. Their eyes are still black. Maybe it’s just stress messing with my head. Shock and disbelief flicker across their faces before they all growl… Growl? "No. Freaking. Way!" Killian yells, grabbing his head. "I am not gay! I only like my own junk, especially when it's inside a tight, wet... well, you know!" "There’s got to be a mistake, our mate can’t be a guy. Nope. I don’t swing that way. Maybe he was near our real mate and got her scent on him," Matt says, turning to the others while running his hand through his hair. "There's no mistake. I know we're not gay; we would've figured that out by now. But the scent is too strong to be just rubbed off. Plus, when I looked into his eyes, I felt it, and I bet you guys did too. He is our mate," Horace insists, rubbing his face in disbelief, causing Killian to let out a shocked yell. While they're busy arguing about whatever the heck is going on, I take my chance and bolt as fast and quietly as I can out of the alley. "Maybe the goddess got it wrong and thought the little guy was a girl when assigning...," I hear Killian saying to the others as I pick up my pace, running faster, thankful they're too caught up in their discussion to notice me slipping away. When I hit the main street, I see a cab pulling up to pick up two drunk girls on the curb. I sprint over and slide into the cab before they can even stand up straight. I urge the driver to head to the other side of the city in a panic, not wanting to risk them realizing I’m gone until I’m long out of reach.	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2,445,334	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445328}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Read More👉👉	Three brothers, half werewolf, half vampire, the most powerful supernatural beings ever. A thief who dresses as a man for safety. What happens when these three brothers find their mate but think...she's male? * * * "Stop, you son of a bit-ch!" The rain is smashing into my face as I hear the thud of my black boots hitting the slick, neon-lit asphalt. My black jeans and hoodie are soaked and heavy with rain. I’m dodging through a crowd outside a fancy club, full of guys and girls dressed to the nines, some with umbrellas, others just using their stuff to try and stay dry. A couple of them shoot me dirty looks as I shove past. Glancing back, I see the big, bald, pissed-off dude chasing me. He's about six feet tall and having a tough time moving through the crowd with his big frame, bumping into people who snap back at him angrily. While he's tied up with some mad guy, I slip into an alley blocked by the crowd. I sprint and hide behind a dumpster, waiting for him to pass the entrance, and yep, there he goes. I stand up and keep moving down the alley, pulling out the wallet I just nabbed. Checking it, I see it belongs to a Tom Ford according to his driver’s license, and inside, there's 135 bucks. That's a win, considering most folks carry cards, not cash. I pocket the cash and toss the wallet into another dumpster I pass by. I pull down my hood and fix my short, black wig. Good thing my makeup is waterproof, or my guy disguise would be running down my face right now. Usually, people don't even realize their wallet’s gone until I’m long gone. But today, I messed up big time. I dropped the wallet just after I snatched it. I decided to scoop it up and book it while Tom was still in shock that I'd actually steal it. I’ve been in this game for seven years, been alive for twenty-two, and it’s usually easy to tell when someone’s gonna come after you. Tom caught me red-handed, looking mad enough to chase, so I figured why not make a run for it with the cash? Better to have the money and a fake description out there than nothing at all. If I got caught, I’d be screwed either way, cause he saw me take it, and I doubt he’d buy it if I said he dropped it. It was in a pretty deep pocket, after all. I turned right into another alley, heading the opposite way from Tom. This alley runs behind a fancy club called Chaos, I think. I've heard it's a hotspot for the super-rich. Rumor has it that it's owned by triplets—three brothers known for being cold-blooded and ruthless, focusing only on power. They might just be the most powerful folks in Canada, or even North America, maybe the whole world. They only care about people with money and power, but that's nothing new, right? Most folks lining up outside won't even make it in. They just don't fit the elite crowd and end up wasting their night standing in the cold rain, hoping for a chance to get in. When I walk into the alley behind Chaos, I spot five guys standing in the middle of it, by the club's backdoor. If I were dressed as a girl, I'd have turned around to avoid any drunk weirdos, but luckily, I'm in my male disguise today. Dressing up as Ronald Baker makes me feel safer, keeps me off the radar because I'm seen as just another guy, and the creeps out here are usually after young, vulnerable girls. There was this one time a guy thought he could mess with me because I looked smaller, probably an easy target, he thought. Well, he was wrong. I pulled out my switchblade, and he backed off real fast. I often use this male disguise when I'm out doing my thieving stuff or if I'm hired for a job, which usually involves stealing something specific for someone. It's a good way to dodge those looking for revenge or the cops. They're all on the lookout for a guy, so I can just slip by them later as a girl. Back in the alley, three of the five guys, all with black hair, have their backs to me. The other two seem to be kneeling in front of them, begging. I keep moving slowly and quietly, trying to get past without drawing any attention. As I get closer, I can see the fear on their faces as they look my way. The light from the door shines down, highlighting the tears on their faces. I stop in my tracks, not wanting to get any closer to whatever mess they're in. It's pretty intense, seeing two grown men begging, crying, and trembling like that. I think one of them might have even peed himself. I decide to just hang back and wait for them to finish up and clear out so I can go through. "P-p-please M-Master, s-spare me. It wasn't m-my fault. Omar was the one who didn't check if they were VIPs," the guy on the left stutters out, while Omar, I guess that's his name, frantically shakes his head, his eyes wide with fear. "N-n-no, I didn't see them enter," Omar shoots back, clearly panicking. "Well, that's a shame. I thought I had capable staff handling my business," the tallest of the three black-haired men, all over six feet, says with a deep, husky voice that sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. "I agree, Matt. Who knew we had idiots doing such an important job? They just let anyone walk in and mess up our meeting. You idiots couldn't even do the simple job of checking a card and deciding, yup, that's a VIP or nope, you can't enter. Because of your brainless heads, they didn't surrender!" the man to the right yells. His voice sends another shiver through me. He's a bit shorter than Matt but looks the most muscular. "Killian, stop yelling. You'll draw unwanted attention," the third man, as tall as the first, reprimands with a stern, annoyed voice. I fight off another shiver. "They aren’t going to refuse us. They’d be stupid to say no when they know we're just trying to avoid the trouble of wiping out their whole clan. They just got scared by the damn fools these two let slip through," he says, facing Killian. "Horace is right, they know they're as good as dead if they refuse to surrender," Matt adds, talking to Killian. His words seem to relax the two kneeling men a bit. "But I'm still going to kill you two. You failed your job and could've messed up our business." Matt moves before the men can even react. He grabs one guy, Omar, by the head and twists, snapping his neck. Before Omar hits the ground, he snaps the other guy’s neck too. They both fall, dead. I gasp in terror before I can stop myself. All three men turn to look at me. Scared as I am, I can't help but notice how gorgeous they are. It's clear they're related—they all look similar but have distinct features. Their eyes, hair, and facial expressions are the most noticeable differences. Matt has blue eyes and looks furious. His black hair is cut short on the sides and longer on top, styled back, giving him a sleek, powerful look. Killian has green eyes and looks a bit shocked. His hair is a chocolate brown, also short on the sides and longer on top, but unlike Matt's sleek style, his is messy, carefree, and slightly curly. Horace, with gray eyes behind black-framed glasses, has an indifferent expression. His hair is the lightest, with different shades of brown and some blonde streaks, pulled up in a man bun. "I w-won't say anything about what I saw," I stutter, making my voice sound deeper on purpose, while I slowly back away, hoping to get out of this alive. If I manage to escape, I swear I’ll never come back to this place dressed as Leo, maybe not even at all. Matt slowly creeps towards me, with Killian and Horace a little behind him. As they get closer, they all suddenly freeze, lift their noses, and sniff the air. Whatever they're smelling makes their eyes go black... I blink a few times, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me. Nope. Their eyes are still black. Maybe it’s just stress messing with my head. Shock and disbelief flicker across their faces before they all growl… Growl? "No. Freaking. Way!" Killian yells, grabbing his head. "I am not gay! I only like my own junk, especially when it's inside a tight, wet... well, you know!" "There’s got to be a mistake, our mate can’t be a guy. Nope. I don’t swing that way. Maybe he was near our real mate and got her scent on him," Matt says, turning to the others while running his hand through his hair. "There's no mistake. I know we're not gay; we would've figured that out by now. But the scent is too strong to be just rubbed off. Plus, when I looked into his eyes, I felt it, and I bet you guys did too. He is our mate," Horace insists, rubbing his face in disbelief, causing Killian to let out a shocked yell. While they're busy arguing about whatever the heck is going on, I take my chance and bolt as fast and quietly as I can out of the alley. "Maybe the goddess got it wrong and thought the little guy was a girl when assigning...," I hear Killian saying to the others as I pick up my pace, running faster, thankful they're too caught up in their discussion to notice me slipping away. When I hit the main street, I see a cab pulling up to pick up two drunk girls on the curb. I sprint over and slide into the cab before they can even stand up straight. I urge the driver to head to the other side of the city in a panic, not wanting to risk them realizing I’m gone until I’m long out of reach.	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2,445,337	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445328}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Read More👉👉	Three brothers, half werewolf, half vampire, the most powerful supernatural beings ever. A thief who dresses as a man for safety. What happens when these three brothers find their mate but think...she's male? * * * "Stop, you son of a bit-ch!" The rain is smashing into my face as I hear the thud of my black boots hitting the slick, neon-lit asphalt. My black jeans and hoodie are soaked and heavy with rain. I’m dodging through a crowd outside a fancy club, full of guys and girls dressed to the nines, some with umbrellas, others just using their stuff to try and stay dry. A couple of them shoot me dirty looks as I shove past. Glancing back, I see the big, bald, pissed-off dude chasing me. He's about six feet tall and having a tough time moving through the crowd with his big frame, bumping into people who snap back at him angrily. While he's tied up with some mad guy, I slip into an alley blocked by the crowd. I sprint and hide behind a dumpster, waiting for him to pass the entrance, and yep, there he goes. I stand up and keep moving down the alley, pulling out the wallet I just nabbed. Checking it, I see it belongs to a Tom Ford according to his driver’s license, and inside, there's 135 bucks. That's a win, considering most folks carry cards, not cash. I pocket the cash and toss the wallet into another dumpster I pass by. I pull down my hood and fix my short, black wig. Good thing my makeup is waterproof, or my guy disguise would be running down my face right now. Usually, people don't even realize their wallet’s gone until I’m long gone. But today, I messed up big time. I dropped the wallet just after I snatched it. I decided to scoop it up and book it while Tom was still in shock that I'd actually steal it. I’ve been in this game for seven years, been alive for twenty-two, and it’s usually easy to tell when someone’s gonna come after you. Tom caught me red-handed, looking mad enough to chase, so I figured why not make a run for it with the cash? Better to have the money and a fake description out there than nothing at all. If I got caught, I’d be screwed either way, cause he saw me take it, and I doubt he’d buy it if I said he dropped it. It was in a pretty deep pocket, after all. I turned right into another alley, heading the opposite way from Tom. This alley runs behind a fancy club called Chaos, I think. I've heard it's a hotspot for the super-rich. Rumor has it that it's owned by triplets—three brothers known for being cold-blooded and ruthless, focusing only on power. They might just be the most powerful folks in Canada, or even North America, maybe the whole world. They only care about people with money and power, but that's nothing new, right? Most folks lining up outside won't even make it in. They just don't fit the elite crowd and end up wasting their night standing in the cold rain, hoping for a chance to get in. When I walk into the alley behind Chaos, I spot five guys standing in the middle of it, by the club's backdoor. If I were dressed as a girl, I'd have turned around to avoid any drunk weirdos, but luckily, I'm in my male disguise today. Dressing up as Ronald Baker makes me feel safer, keeps me off the radar because I'm seen as just another guy, and the creeps out here are usually after young, vulnerable girls. There was this one time a guy thought he could mess with me because I looked smaller, probably an easy target, he thought. Well, he was wrong. I pulled out my switchblade, and he backed off real fast. I often use this male disguise when I'm out doing my thieving stuff or if I'm hired for a job, which usually involves stealing something specific for someone. It's a good way to dodge those looking for revenge or the cops. They're all on the lookout for a guy, so I can just slip by them later as a girl. Back in the alley, three of the five guys, all with black hair, have their backs to me. The other two seem to be kneeling in front of them, begging. I keep moving slowly and quietly, trying to get past without drawing any attention. As I get closer, I can see the fear on their faces as they look my way. The light from the door shines down, highlighting the tears on their faces. I stop in my tracks, not wanting to get any closer to whatever mess they're in. It's pretty intense, seeing two grown men begging, crying, and trembling like that. I think one of them might have even peed himself. I decide to just hang back and wait for them to finish up and clear out so I can go through. "P-p-please M-Master, s-spare me. It wasn't m-my fault. Omar was the one who didn't check if they were VIPs," the guy on the left stutters out, while Omar, I guess that's his name, frantically shakes his head, his eyes wide with fear. "N-n-no, I didn't see them enter," Omar shoots back, clearly panicking. "Well, that's a shame. I thought I had capable staff handling my business," the tallest of the three black-haired men, all over six feet, says with a deep, husky voice that sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. "I agree, Matt. Who knew we had idiots doing such an important job? They just let anyone walk in and mess up our meeting. You idiots couldn't even do the simple job of checking a card and deciding, yup, that's a VIP or nope, you can't enter. Because of your brainless heads, they didn't surrender!" the man to the right yells. His voice sends another shiver through me. He's a bit shorter than Matt but looks the most muscular. "Killian, stop yelling. You'll draw unwanted attention," the third man, as tall as the first, reprimands with a stern, annoyed voice. I fight off another shiver. "They aren’t going to refuse us. They’d be stupid to say no when they know we're just trying to avoid the trouble of wiping out their whole clan. They just got scared by the damn fools these two let slip through," he says, facing Killian. "Horace is right, they know they're as good as dead if they refuse to surrender," Matt adds, talking to Killian. His words seem to relax the two kneeling men a bit. "But I'm still going to kill you two. You failed your job and could've messed up our business." Matt moves before the men can even react. He grabs one guy, Omar, by the head and twists, snapping his neck. Before Omar hits the ground, he snaps the other guy’s neck too. They both fall, dead. I gasp in terror before I can stop myself. All three men turn to look at me. Scared as I am, I can't help but notice how gorgeous they are. It's clear they're related—they all look similar but have distinct features. Their eyes, hair, and facial expressions are the most noticeable differences. Matt has blue eyes and looks furious. His black hair is cut short on the sides and longer on top, styled back, giving him a sleek, powerful look. Killian has green eyes and looks a bit shocked. His hair is a chocolate brown, also short on the sides and longer on top, but unlike Matt's sleek style, his is messy, carefree, and slightly curly. Horace, with gray eyes behind black-framed glasses, has an indifferent expression. His hair is the lightest, with different shades of brown and some blonde streaks, pulled up in a man bun. "I w-won't say anything about what I saw," I stutter, making my voice sound deeper on purpose, while I slowly back away, hoping to get out of this alive. If I manage to escape, I swear I’ll never come back to this place dressed as Leo, maybe not even at all. Matt slowly creeps towards me, with Killian and Horace a little behind him. As they get closer, they all suddenly freeze, lift their noses, and sniff the air. Whatever they're smelling makes their eyes go black... I blink a few times, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me. Nope. Their eyes are still black. Maybe it’s just stress messing with my head. Shock and disbelief flicker across their faces before they all growl… Growl? "No. Freaking. Way!" Killian yells, grabbing his head. "I am not gay! I only like my own junk, especially when it's inside a tight, wet... well, you know!" "There’s got to be a mistake, our mate can’t be a guy. Nope. I don’t swing that way. Maybe he was near our real mate and got her scent on him," Matt says, turning to the others while running his hand through his hair. "There's no mistake. I know we're not gay; we would've figured that out by now. But the scent is too strong to be just rubbed off. Plus, when I looked into his eyes, I felt it, and I bet you guys did too. He is our mate," Horace insists, rubbing his face in disbelief, causing Killian to let out a shocked yell. While they're busy arguing about whatever the heck is going on, I take my chance and bolt as fast and quietly as I can out of the alley. "Maybe the goddess got it wrong and thought the little guy was a girl when assigning...," I hear Killian saying to the others as I pick up my pace, running faster, thankful they're too caught up in their discussion to notice me slipping away. When I hit the main street, I see a cab pulling up to pick up two drunk girls on the curb. I sprint over and slide into the cab before they can even stand up straight. I urge the driver to head to the other side of the city in a panic, not wanting to risk them realizing I’m gone until I’m long out of reach.	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2,445,552	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	No	2024-11-12 16:38	active	1801	Mọc Tóc Trở Lại Với Mọi Việt Kiều Bị Rụng Tóc Hói Đầu	❓TẠI SAO "VIỆT KIỀU" LẠI BỊ RỤNG TÓC, HÓI ĐẦU ??? GIẢI PHÁP VÀNG TRONG VIỆC MỌC TÓC TẠI NƯỚC BẠN. - Bộ giải pháp Mọc Tóc ThikFix giúp mọi Việt kiều hồi sinh mái tóc thưở ban đầu. Bất chấp tuổi tác, môi trường sống thay đổi, áp lực công việc và cuộc sống căng thẳng... đều không thành vấn đề 💪 Xóa sổ mọi loại rụng hói từ hói di truyền đến hói mảng, hói cây thông, hói chữ O, hói chữ U, hói chữ M... Tất cả mọi loại Rụng, Hói đang gặp phải, cứ dùng làm theo phương pháp này là mọc tua tủa, mọc lại chắc khỏe, không lo tái lại. 🍀Thik&Fix Là bộ sản phẩm chuyên biết dành riêng cho việc kích thích mọc tóc đầu tiên tại Việt Nam ứng dụng hoạt chất siêu mọc tóc kết hợp dược liệu quý Y học cổ truyền, Thik&Fix mang đến giải pháp hỗ trợ hiệu quả cho những trường hợp bị rụng tóc, hói đầu, giúp mái tóc dày và chắc khỏe hơn. 🌼 Cứ còn nang tóc là còn mọc, rụng tóc sau 1 tháng là ngưng, mọc tóc dày đẹp trở lại sau 3 tháng. Em Hải giám đốc cty cổ phần dược phẩm Hải Đức, chủ sở hữu sản phẩm tóc Thikfix cam kết mọi hình ảnh Khách Hàng hiệu quả, và lời em nói là đúng sự thật. Ai đang bị Rụng Hói nhắn tin ngay SĐT cho em tư vấn và cải thiện mọc tóc trở lại nha - Zalo tư vấn mọc tóc: 097 4380000 - Phản hồi dịch vụ chăm sóc: 093 2269999	MESSAGE_PAGE		Công Ty Dược Phẩm Hải Đức - Thik&fix	https://www.facebook.com/phamvanhai.moctoc1/	153	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466132853_367170176417429_642064671320232509_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QSFRasz7KSwQ7kNvgEwa41Q&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Av2pBXOnPXdw5oK47lZ_YWM&oh=00_AYATYIPsDjE_2Xh4US7qI2_ukjK5aVkHfZbauqdD2E6ouA&oe=6739869C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Công Ty Dược Phẩm Hải Đức - Thik&fix	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,330	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	Plataforma de transmisión HD gratuita	La hermana de Molly no solo le robó el novio, Connor, sino que también le arrebató su herencia, dejando a Molly en una situación desesperada. Impulsada por el alcohol y la venganza, Molly elabora un plan alocado: seducir al atractivo tío de Connor, Adrian. Lo que ella no sabe es que su plan poco elaborado funcionó demasiado bien, porque Adrian pronto se enamora locamente de Molly.	WATCH_MORE	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	7,472,912	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.storymatrix.drama	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465586735_1278318439826404_4457579953073045974_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5wb4XsYs224Q7kNvgFmUPUj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AMCEI5127-R67gMtPpEA-Om&oh=00_AYBjx0vvmZMbkHB8RlyvLjMYMytH5miceR1H61Bat2FOqw&oe=67398CA9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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