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MICHAEL B. JORDAN Chase Sapphire Reserve Presents A Taste of West Africa
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Michael B. Jordan attends Wrexham vs Bournemouth in Santa Barbara, California.
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Ghost Shark? Nope. Ghost Ship? Yeah.
Have you ever seen Ghost Shark?
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MICHAEL B. JORDAN as Adonis Creed Creed III (2023), dir. Michael B. Jordan
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Got anymore shit like that that you think I might like? I feel like I've watched way too many shit these past couple of weeks that nothing is new to watch anymore. Just waiting on new releases now. Like that new Godzilla movie. My ass too cheap to rent it out.
Now you're getting it. [grins] It's one of my favorite "it's so comically, on purpose bad it's good" movies.
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"Fuck off, I could be a model!" He laughed at that thought because no he could not. An actor? Maybe. Definitely not a musician. The only thing he seemed to be good for was using his strength or muscle;hence a firefighter and construction worker. "Okay, good." Her reaction made him smile though. "Wait, for real? That's good news for you but shit, Annie, I'm going to miss you. Get that degree or whatever though."
"Yeah, if you're trying to become a musician, actor, or model. Last I checked, you're none of the above." Annie hid her face between her hands when he mentioned pregnancy. "Oh God no!" she shrieked. When she was younger, she dreamed of marriage and motherhood. Now, the thought of it terrified her. "I've been applying to colleges... and I got accepted to some out of state... so you might not be the only one moving."
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I ain't ever said it was bad but the budget looks like it was 50k max and shit's too way over the top. [mimics main guy's voice] But maybe that's what they were aiming for?
You said you'd never seen Kung Fury and I needed to fix that! It has fighting, it has time travel, it has Hitler, it has David Hasselhoff. What more could you ask for?
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"Ain't that where everybody goes?" Royce shrugged. "That, or NYC. Which place is better ya think?" He'd been thinking about it for awhile now --moving-- but he was never truly sure. Maybe he was waiting for something, who knows. He raises an eyebrow, hoisting himself up on his elbows, "Don't tell me you're pregnant, anything but that."
"Los Angeles? What would you even do there besides pay a million dollars for a shitty little studio apartment?" she asked, avoiding eye contact. Annie recently got into a bit of hot water with the U.S. Marshals for making a profile on a dating app. Turns out they considered having any internet presence "compromising." One of the Marshals warned her that there was a chance of her getting relocated soon, but she had no idea when it would happen or where she would end up. She didn't know how to break this news to Royce. There were a couple of people she was friendly with, but Royce was the one real friend she made in Barton Point. She felt like she owed it to him to not disappear in the middle of the night without a goodbye. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, she blurted out, "I need to tell you something."
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another glimpse into his insta pt 2.
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[Enters Dirty Martini in search of her, going straight to the bar to find a seat] Hello, I'm looking for the better half of the bar owners of this establishment? Know where I might find her? @scarzhao
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After Royce had finished doing 50 pushups, she walked in the room. Wiping his head and neck with a towel, Royce nods at her as an acknowledgement, before saying, "I don't want to say it... because you know what happens when someone does..." He held up his hands, with a laugh, as he was referring to it being a 'slow day', "But I've resorted to working out--couldn't take another card game with Gavin." Shift ended in a half hour anyways and there was some ramen calling his name. "Think Captain will let us out early just this once?" @clementinemercado
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"I'm thinking of moving back to North Carolina or, hell, maybe even Los Angeles." Royce admitted, as he was laying down chilling but also not at the same time. It seemed like he was stuck in one place, no moving forward or back, and it was eating at him slowly. "Think maybe a change is needed or something." He'd meant to go back anyways, to try and find somebody to rent his place out there again. "Or you could tell me I'm being a fucking idiot. Frankly, I am good with either." @anniecstark
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Yo, the fuck is this movie man? I can't even remember, why we watching this?
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MICHAEL B. JORDAN 📷 David Yurman spring 2024 AD
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MICHAEL B. JORDAN For David Yurman Chevron Collection
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