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2024.11.25 22:35 will6767 I have this for this

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2024.11.25 22:35 sniixers1 Tips for using social media!!

Hey guys not looking for any sources as I know that’s against terms, but badly stuck in my 30’s when none of my friends smoke anymore. What do people typically search for when trying to find someone on telegrem or insta. Nothing but muted channels 😣
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2024.11.25 22:35 HorrorBrother713 [Complete][121k][Crime/Thriller] Necrobrew

Consider, if you will, the Vulture bee, Trigona necrophaga, whose diet consists of at least seventy-five different species of animal. One would think honey made by these bees would be, in the parlance of our times, metal AF, but it’s not. The mead made from this honey definitely is!
Necrobrew (121K words) is a crime thriller, the story of young entrepreneurs Karla and Berenice seeking to make their American dream come true by making mead from the honey of the rare and exotic vulture bee. Unfortunately, their seed money came from an irredeemably tainted source, a meth dealer working through a front, and they end up forced to work with a drug dealer because RICO doesn’t care which way it cuts.
The only place they could find to mimic the vulture bee’s environment is a ranch in the historically corrupt Rio Grande Valley of South Texas, where local law is more likely to want a taste than organize a sting. And beyond the police is the Gulf Cartel, who owns the area and doesn’t take kindly to new operators on their playground.
Karla and Berenice will need to take a deep dive into their souls and their friendship than they ever have to escape from this American nightmare. Their titanic struggle to extricate themselves from this becomes tantamount to staying true to themselves, and to each other.
File formats available: PDF, Word, epub, mobi.
Delivery options: email or Dropbox link.
EXCERPT:
Outside the bar, it was a bright Texas day. The sun was temporarily lost in a flimsy haze of tissue paper stratus clouds, but that did little to abate the heat. The rest of the sky was bare and blue from horizon to horizon. Karla Narváez checked the location on her phone's map widget one more time to make sure she was in the right place. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview, noting as she always did the streak of white in her left eyebrow.
The bar itself presented little to suggest it was open for business. One of the double doors hung wide, and there was a hint of smoke coming from the rear, but that wasn't very convincing. The roof of the place was higher on the right-hand side, and upon closer inspection, the smoke appeared to be coming from the abutting taqueria, instead. Continuing on from the taqueria was a shell of a storefront with no relic or sign of what it used to be, if it ever was anything, and an abandoned Post Office after that.
Still, there was a sign over the dark wood double doors which said LOS CUATES BAR in hand-painted white, uneven letters.
It had consumed all the time she took to look over all these things and to check her phone yet again for the dust of her parking to settle, and then she had no further excuses to stay in the truck. She took a deep breath and got out.
Inside the bar was little better, but at least it was dark, if only slightly less hot. A trio of ceiling fans spun lazily out of sync with each other, negating the net result of their efforts. The first four tables matched each other, but none after that, and not one of the chairs in the place seemed to have a mate. There was a bartender, but he seemed supremely disinterested in taking on new customers at the moment, finding instead all the distraction he needed on a small, old TV which sat on the bar in front of him. Of the three booths, one of them was occupied by a sleeping man, and only one of them had any light.
Karla was ready to turn and leave when she felt a presence beside her.
"You're Karla, right?"
She turned to see a white man, tanned, wearing some kind of white straw fedora. His muttonchops seemed disheveled. He wore a yellow guayabera over olive green cargo shorts and was barefoot. He positively loomed over her, being close to six feet tall, but at least he was smiling. Lightly, he touched her elbow with his, as both his hands were full of coffee cups, and gestured to the lighted booth.
"Step into my office."
Without waiting to see if she'd follow, or even if he had the right person, the man stepped quickly over to the empty booth and slid onto the seat, placing both cups on the table. When he finally looked back at Karla, he seemed highly amused.
"Come on," he said. "I've got all my shots."
Snorting in near disbelief, Karla walked over to the booth and sat across from the man.
"Are you Justin—"
"Whoa," he said, holding up his hand. "Easy with the naming and the using out loud thereof. I am that person you're looking for. Here, uh, hold on."
He slapped at the cargo pockets of his shorts as if looking for a wallet. Then he checked his other pockets. He looked down as he did this, and Karla spied a card in his hat band. She reached out and took it.
"There it is," he said. "My state ID. See? I am that person, but I would like you to call me Mambo Stone."
Karla looked at the ID, then at him, then back at the ID. "No driver's license?"
Mambo's smile ticked up on one side. "The state of Texas and I have had several disagreements on what constitutes lawful use of a motor vehicle and have, for the nonce, mutually decided I should not drive."
"Mutually," Karla said, handing back the ID.
"Well. More mutual on their part."
"Mambo Stone, what is that? Is that your pen name? Or are you in hiding or—"
Mambo took his hat off and fixed his ID back into the hatband. "No, none of that. It's my reggaetón name." He picked up one of the coffee cups and took a sip.
"Oh, you play?"
"No," he said, the smile behind the cup widening again. "You have papers for me to sign, I take it?"
Flustered, Karla dug into her messenger bag and brought out a sheaf of papers. "This doesn't seem like a lot of paperwork for two hundred seventy-five acres," she said, clicking a pen she'd also taken from her bag.
"It's not, but that's the nature of this place," Mambo said. He reached over and took the papers and pen from Karla, then used them to push one of the coffee cups toward her. "Have a sip while I initial and sign."
"You bought drinks?"
Mambo scoffed. "I brought drinks. I'd never drink anything they serve here, no. These came with me from the church."
Karla smelled the vapor coming off the cup. "Hot chocolate?"
"Finest kind," Mambo said, fixing his initials to page after page. "I've been told to stop with the caffeine, so hot chocolate it is."
"Doctor's orders, huh?"
"Lawyer's."
Karla nodded as if that made any sense, but drank some of the hot chocolate anyway. Her eyebrows went up. Weirdo he might be, but Mambo Stone knew a good cup.
"To answer the question you're not asking," he said as he turned pages, "I don't drink anything from here since the crash. This place used to be a bit more of a lively hole in the wall, until one night a guy put his truck through the spot there next to the double doors and made it a literal hole in the wall. I think the foundation shifted when that happened, and there are ratholes all through the walls in this place now. No telling what kind of creepy crawlies have been in and out of every cup and bottle in here."
Putting down the cup, Karla shook her head. "That is a question I wasn't asking, but that's not what I'm curious about."
"Well, I'm not telling you about my lawyer and why he wants me off caffeine."
She sat back. "Why are you selling this land so cheap?"
"Ah," Mambo said, signing his name a third time and clicking the pen. "That question. Here you go." He pushed everything back over to Karla. "This place. Lots of memories in this place. My family… well, I have enough ghosts without it. Hold on, don't put those away. We need a witness." He turned to the bartender. "Puercoespín, ven acá. Te necesito."
With a grunt, the bartender got off his stool and ambled over to where they sat.
"¿Que quieres, güero?" He waved back at the television. "Ya tengo algo que hacer."
"Hay, sí, claro. Pero necesito su ayuda. ¿Eres un notario público todavía?"
"Sí, sí. Dejamé traer mi cuaderno."
The bartender shambled off to the back.
Karla tried to keep the confusion from her face, but knew she was fighting a losing battle. "What, uh… what's going on?"
Mambo turned an eye to her. "You just bought a place down here and you don't speak Spanish? You're going to like it here."
"I speak some," Karla said, feeling her face getting hot.
"Of course. Anyway, Porcupine over there, the bartender and avid soccer fan, is also a notary public. He's going to help us out, get your documents witnessed."
The man, Porcupine, came back with a notary book, open to the next blank spot. "Los detalles y identificación," he said. He scribbled furiously as Mambo spoke, and when the ID came off the hat band again, Karla dug hers out of her bag and laid on the table next to his. When Porcupine was done writing, he leaned down and affixed a seal to the last page of the deed. He looked over at Karla and bowed. "Con mucho gusto, pero no vuelvas."
Karla turned to Mambo Stone.
"Nice to meet you, he said. But don't come back."
"No worries there," she said, watching the bartender's retreating back. The man put down his notebook and stamp with a huff and sat back down to watch soccer. "Can you tell me a little about the land? I've been there once with the realtor, and saw pictures, but…"
Mambo finished his hot chocolate with something like resignation. "Yeah, why not? Let me take you on a walking tour. You can say hello and I can say goodbye. Finish your hot chocolate."
FEEDBACK:
I've got to be honest, I want as wide-ranging feedback as I can get. Story level, setting, characterization, how it made you feeeeeel, whatever flits across the front of your brain as you're reading.
TIMELINE:
It's a longer read, and I've comfortable with it taking a bit. I'd prefer to have feedback by the Ides of January. (About six weeks. Ish.)
CRITIQUE SWAP:
I cannot. I am, right now, in the process of co-authoring another book and I'm not even reading anything unless I'm doing absolutely nothing, and that doesn't happen very often these days.
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2024.11.25 22:35 Apprehensive_Bus_543 DHL cargo plane crashes near Vilnius airport in Lithuania

Remember the fire at DHL Minworth back in July. Mystery fires were Russian 'test runs' to target cargo flights to US https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c07912lxx33o
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2024.11.25 22:35 ampunk93 😏

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2024.11.25 22:35 Ornery_Mastodon_5620 LF even trade

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2024.11.25 22:35 Significant-Dot9409 [Fluff] BATTLE CATS REFERENCE?!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????

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2024.11.25 22:35 Mental-Equal9888 Man in yellow

This doesn’t make any sense are you serious? Jim was right all along about not playing the tune? Isn’t their goal to find a way out of the ENCLOSURE. Not to dig themselves in the lore of that place? So basically all along the creepy kids were telling tabitha and jade that they been here before and that this isn’t their first attempt in trying to free them and find a way out. BUT WHY IS FREEING THE KIDS THEIR BUSINESS? Ok fine one of the kids was their daughter but if they had a daughter and the current Tabitha has a daughter julie that now discovered that she can walk back in time and maybe change the way the story rolls then does that mean that julie was the daughter that jade and Tabitha tried freeing on the first attempt? I MEAN Think about it. Miranda attempted to free the creepy kids and also lost a daughter while doing so… then we go back and Julie now has short hair but according to what she said she traveled back in time to change the discourse. But the man in yellow came? WHO EVEN ARE YOU. ALSO THE LADY WHO TOOK TABITHA BABY? OR EGG. It was just the birth of the creature boyd killed. This is driving me insane.
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2024.11.25 22:35 Sad-Return6976 Project Settings for Multiple Cameras

Hello - I’m relatively new to using Resolve, and as I learn more & have more questions haha. For my videos, I shoot with a variety of cameras. I worry my colors & frame rates are getting jumbled. I have no formal training with grading, etc, just wanting my work to look for cohesive and learn more about the process.
I shoot in: N-log, D-log, and Rec 709 (if I’m using my phone in a pinch). I’ve made sure that any camera I use is 4K and 24FPS (unless slow mo).
My question is what should I have my project settings as with using the 3 different color spaces? What timeline color space should I be working in?
I love the flexibility of using log, but color grading has turned into a bit of a mess. Things look ok, but I know could be better.
The tutorials I’ve watched for color grading show to use N-Log for Nikon, etc but I worry that’s messing with the clips in D-log or other spaces.
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2024.11.25 22:35 yvie_of_lesbos black/dark-skinned people, please help me !! what exact makeup products can i use for this look on my own skin colour?

this style is called “douyin makeup” and i’ve always wanted to try it, but i don’t know what products to use for my skin colour. i also am just really clueless when it comes to makeup and am often intimidated by it due to my lack of knowledge. which products should i use to get this EXACT look? any and all advice is appreciated !! <33 submitted by yvie_of_lesbos to MakeupAddiction [link] [comments]

2024.11.25 22:35 leocapitalfund What if you could change one part of your body, which one would you change?

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2024.11.25 22:35 Opening_Ad_811 I’m a simple man. Believing in God has become too hard for me. I don’t understand the scriptures.

When I read them, I become greatly afraid. I just want to trust that God will save me. But there are so many rules. I feel like a crushed bug.
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2024.11.25 22:35 Comfortable_Toe_836 Playing Metaphor, gimme some other games

Hey, I just started playing Metaphor, it's one of my first jrpgs ever (Player Persona 5 but didn't finish it, played the original ff7 and the remake, ffX, and some game I played a long time ago I can't remember the name of, all I remember is that I liked the story, and you had a floating book as a companion)
What would you guys recommend that I play next, the most important thing to me is that the game's story is good, something mature and dark ideally. Metaphor is fine for now, but the story is starting to be kinda shaky
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2024.11.25 22:35 Emberashn The Scene or something, idk, I didn't read the movies

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2024.11.25 22:35 GreatCreator46287660 Six Months Motivation

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2024.11.25 22:35 Shitalase Has anyone here taken SPORT305/COMMS303?

Basically the title, am looking to get opinions on this course. Seems interesting enough but I'm not that interested in sports lol
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2024.11.25 22:35 jcars123 Rush Alcatraz - where to start

Hi All,
I picked up a rush cabinet, story is: worked great until hit by a power surge.
Looking for help on where to start. •It turns on, screen is white with line, you can see the game running if you look hard enough. •motor board blows fuses rather quickly, force feed back kicks on at start up, then blows the 2 6.3amp fuses •no audio - board has power, speakers pop/crackle at start up
•new power supply installed/double checked - as well as checked connections, swollen capacitors, etc.
Am I missing anything obvious before I start ripping boards out?
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2024.11.25 22:35 Pollitoanimation Que hago si mis amigos me dejan de lado y me tratan como un fantasma?

Contexto tengo dos amigas y un amigo uno llamado Rene ,Hana y Silvana de la nada me empezaron a dejar de lado e intentado hacer de todo pero no a funcionado que hago ?
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2024.11.25 22:35 National_Plantain525 Running/Heart Rate

Ive only started running in the past 3 days starting properly 1st was 1.5km | 2nd 1.6km | 3rd 1.7km during todays run the (1.7km I was pushing myself a bit harder before my walking intervals trying to go a bit further for a split second it felt almost as if my heart had a “thud” hard to explain not exactly a beat skip but not something else almost like a harder contraction definitely felt it (no dizziness,no chest pain,no other symptoms). My heart rate usually goes to about 155/165 so not really near my Maximum HR I’m 19
Curious does anyone think this is due to my just overdoing my pace and pushing myself a bit to hard straight off the bat also had quite a bit of caffeine today aswell but a lot of water to flush it over, it has happened before to me but never causes any harm I’ve had a ECHO and ECG done no more than two weeks ago and my heart is perfectly healthy any ideas?
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