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6 August 2024

[hausofmamadas]

Until The Day You Don't Come Back

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Pairing: Andrea Nuñez & David Barrón (+ some implied Dinarrón)

Prompt: "All we have are our choices" and Crossroads - for @narcosfandomdiscord Narcovember - #14 Book of Decisions Decisions Decisions

Word count: ≈ 4.2K

Note: shoutout to the homie @rerorero-my-cherry whose discord tonteria, talking about skipping off to Mexico to escape fascism somehow sparked the idea for this fic and I can't even explain how or why😂

TWs: Canon-consistent violence, descriptions of violent acts, smoking

There was no possible universe in which he was brought here by conscience. So naturally, she was dying to know the real reason they were meeting now under this bridge... Andrea gets a mysterious call from a potential new informant one day with information on notoriously corrupt politician and money launderer, Carlos Hank Gonzalez. She agrees to a late-night meeting on the US side of the border, so she can get all the tea, and boy is that tea scalding. (This ended up entirely too long but here you go world.)

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Andrea checks her watch. Almost midnight. The road is quiet, cars passing by every fifteen minutes. The thinnest nail clipping of the moon is out and her informant is over a half an hour late. The lone street light flickering on the overpass above feels like a doomsday clock urging her to cut her losses and go home.

Really, loitering at this fork in the road under a highway bridge isn’t the most sensible idea, not when people were being gunned down in the streets in broad daylight and the cartels were using the bodies of their victims to send telegrams to each other. At least she had enough sense to insist the meeting take place on the US side of the border where her death would at least be investigated should things end badly. Just a few miles from Tecate, she’d found an unmonitored stretch of border the gringos hadn’t fenced off yet a few months ago and had been using it to touch base with informants.

It’s for this reason Salgado is always telling her she’s a clever girl with no sense. And also that if she’s senseless enough not to listen to him, as La Voz’s editor and her boss, he makes no bones about using it to his advantage. And he had - a series of groundbreaking stories about the hipódromo, Carlos Hank Gonzalez, and the AFO were enough to prove her senselessness enough of an asset, no matter how much of a danger it posed. Until the day you don’t come back, he’d note ominously.

But if not her, then who? The job was easier to do if you knew you were already dead. She did. She also didn’t think about it too much. Plus, this lead was too big to pass up. The call with the tip-off had come directly to her desk, an anonymous insider allegedly high enough in the AFO to know all about Gonzalez’s dealings not just with the Arellano family but with Amado Carrillo Fuentes in Juarez; news she wasn’t yet privy to but that made enough sense to catch her attention. And that’s how she ends up on these back-country, dirt roads in the middle of the night.

Of course, she knows it could be a trap too - she’s senseless, not stupid. She knows full well this little rendezvous could be no more than someone making good on a bounty for the head of any journalist from La Voz. She couldn’t even bring herself to revel in the I told you so, when the street edict came down from the AFO after Salgado enacted the policy of removing writers’ names from the bylines, even if she did tell him it was a short-term solution to a long term problem. It was even shorter than they bargained for because within a week of implementing the policy, the AFO had branded anyone who came in and out of that office fair game. Normally she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to retroactively gloat, but this time it didn’t seem fair. Salgado did his best to protect them and it earned the whole staff a scarlet letter. But who’s fault was that really? So she left well enough alone, like she never had an opinion on the matter to begin with.

So yeah, the prospect of this being a trap had occurred to her. More than once. And the longer she sits here, leaning against the hood of her station wagon, checking her watch, the more the possibility keeps rearing its ugly head. Right on cue, the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel has her going for the handgun in her waistband and spinning around to greet the void of what she hoped would be empty space under the bridge.

“Hello? Who’s there?” She does her best to breathe, keep calm, as she anchors the gun in both hands, aiming for the shadows.“Dejate ver. Muestrate si no quieres tomarte una bala en el culo.”

A pair of raised hands are the first things to emerge followed by a modestly dressed man with a clean-cut crop of dark hair, dark eyes, and a sharply drawn mustache that gives him the look of a French nobleman caught in the wrong timeline. Her stomach drops several floors and liquifies into a puddle on the ground as it sinks in, just who he is. She’d give anything not to but there’s no eradicating the sense of recognition.

So this is it then. The end of the line.

She’d pictured it just like this. In fact the scene is so familiar, she feels the distinct impulse to laugh at just how much of a cliche she’s about to be. Because as much as she can acknowledge the possibility - meeting a grisly, undignified end, painted somewhere on the streets of a city she’s fought for and loved, just another macabre telegram - she’s also struck by the kind of shame that accompanies shattered hubris. That, somewhere along the way, she mistakenly bought into a brand of exceptionalism she always hoped to avoid, one might call it downright American. Rationally, she’s known the odds, even accepted them. And yet somehow it was still something that only happened to other people.

What a fool. She’d kick herself if she wasn’t about to die. Or maybe … How fast could this guy move? How quick could his hands be? Maybe she’d turn her gun on herself, get a shot off before he could get his out. Take things on her own terms. Not that she can even see a gun. But she doesn’t need to, to know it’s there, tucked in his waistband right at the base of his back.

After all, he is the AFO’s top sicario, David Barrón Corona. One of the most lethal men in Tijuana. Maybe all of Mexico. She’s only ever seen him at a distance, through a telephoto lens or in grainy photographs developed thereafter, but she could recite a list of his exploits from memory like a kid in some perverse spelling bee: the shootout at Christine’s, the airport massacre, the assassination of Ocampo, the shootout at the Belmont cafe. The man’s resume is a mile long and filled with nothing but death.

In her experience, meeting monsters like this tended to be unsettling for how boring and anticlimactic they always seemed to be. He appears no different. Just a man walking on two legs, with two eyes to see, and those eyes aren’t even crazed or rage-filled or brimming with hate. Whenever she came face to face with someone like him, it tended to incite within her a twinge of irritation that they couldn’t do everyone the courtesy of coming with some kind of warning label.

One of her hands drops and she walks toward him, gun drawn as she cocks the hammer and fires a warning shot into the ground next to him with an ease that surprises even her. He barely flinches. It’s obviously not his first rodeo. Which, yes, is to be expected but the stillness of him is still downright chilling.

His posture is relaxed, hands up in an effort to suspend hostilities. She’s decidedly unmoved in her hostility.

“Y’know,” he attempts to reassure her, “if I wanted to kill you, ya estarías en el piso, desangrándote en la tierra,” but it looms more like a threat.

It catches her off guard though, how much softer, gentler his voice is than she expected. It’s almost enough to disarm her entirely until she remembers all the coroner’s reports and crime scene photos she’d come across in her research. His handiwork. Well-executed executions, meted out with such quiet indifference he could’ve been telling them a bedtime story. This is who she’s dealing with.

“O sí? Pues soy yo ya quien tiene la pistola. So start talking, cabrón antes que te dé por el culo,” she flicks her wrist, pointing the gun barrel at the gravel disturbed by the first shot, “with another one of those.”

He chuckles, “Usually when people, civvies especially, say that,” making sure to keep his hands up, careful not to make any sudden movements, “no les creo. Pero a ti? A ti te creo.”

“Arre. So, if you’re really not here to kill me, fuiste tu con quien hablé por el telefono?”

He gives a stiff nod.

Andrea cocks her head to one side, examining him in the flickering street lamp light. He’d be handsome were it not for the vacuum in his eyes, no warmth, no life, yet here he was, breathing and blinking and talking all the same. There was no possible universe in which he was brought here by conscience. With what she knew, he was likely immune to that particular plague. So naturally, she was dying to know the real reason they were meeting now under this bridge, at this dirt crossroads, near the dirt town of Tecate.

“Do I, uh, have to keep these,” he looks right, then left, at each of his arms, “up the whole time?”

She considers the risk for a moment, ultimately deciding to let him but refuses to drop her gun. His hands come swinging down by his sides apparently unbothered by the fact that he remains caught in her crosshairs. Yeah, clearly not his first rodeo. Not even his second. Or third.

He meets her eyes but says nothing and the silence starts to feel like a third party in the conversation that just won’t shut up. Andrea taps her foot impatiently but he doesn’t seem to get the memo that this is the part where he’s supposed to do the talking.

“Alright.” She exhales crossly, rolling her eyes. “What did you want to talk about? On the phone you said something about Hank and Juarez?”

“That’s right.” Barrón takes a few steps closer, hands now clasped together at his waist, no more troubled by the gun than when he was further away. “He’s been working with Amado since he took over. Cleaning his money.”

“I don’t understand. Wasn’t he already doing that for the Arellanos?”

He nods.

“Wait, but that doesn’t make any sense. Why would he align himself with warring plazas?”

Looking down, Barrón shrugs, “That’s above my pay grade,” kicking a rock across the dirt, dust trailing behind it like a tiny, terrestrial shooting star. “I’m not that high on the food chain.”

She regards him skeptically, brows crinkling.

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, “I can only guess,” seeming to take the cue this time. “He’s probably too high-profile for either plaza to fuck with, so big homie can afford to do business with both. But I doubt Sr. Kingpin Accountant accounted for the heat it’d bring back on him with all the, uh– y’know, scrutiny.”

Grinding her teeth, Andrea snorts. Scrutiny was both a succinct and delightfully vanilla way of saying, ‘global attention thanks to all the bodies of the streets.’ But the implications of Hank laundering money for Juarez were big. He might be playing the plazas off each other, biding his time until a victor emerges, one he’ll be all too happy to chuck right under the bus the minute the political machine decides it needs to offer up its next sacrificial lamb to the gringos. Standing there, trying to put all these new pieces together, Andrea suddenly remembers the pack of cigarettes in the pocket of her flannel and wishes she’d thought to smoke one before they’d started talking. She can’t afford the distraction of lighting one up now, what with having to keep the gun in place.

“Alright, so he’s doing business with both plazas. How the hell do you know this? You said it yourself, you’re not that high up on the food chain.”

He seems to bristle at this, throwing her a sideways glance through half-lidded eyes, face overtaken by a dangerous, far-away look that spooks her even more than the gun at his back. “Why would you need to know that to write your little story.”

Interesting. Something personal, perhaps. She’d get it out of him one way or another. But later.

“Well,” she grips the gun even tighter, knuckles going white and she hopes that by keeping her voice level, he can’t sense how scared she is, “it’s not going in an article per se. But for reasons that I hope would be obvious? I can’t identify you as a source. You’ll have to remain anonymous.”

“You don’t gotta do that on my account.”

Practically gagging on disbelief, she manages to sputter out, “For you? What are you kidding?” before regaining her composure. “I mean– well frankly, you’re a criminal, a killer at that, putting a rival cartel in the headlines, so it’s more an issue of self-interest. Now, I know doing something like this does nothing but put you at risk but my readers won’t know that. So, telling me how exactly you found out about all this would lend you more credibility as a source. O sea significa que podemos confiar más en lo que me has dicho.”

This seems to wound him privately somehow like he’s taken it worse than the bullet she’d fired. But whatever it stirs in him is gone before she gets a chance to interrogate it further.

No less relentless, it is enough for her to ease up on her delivery. “So do you have proof? Something concrete that I can take back to my editor?”

His hand goes in his pocket and he begins digging around for something. Andrea’s whole body stiffens and she takes a step back, arm straightening to retrain the gun on him more decisively. If he notices, he doesn’t show it as he continues fishing around in his pocket until he finally brings out a few folded documents along with a bag of rolling papers. He takes a pre-rolled cigarette out of the bag, popping it between his lips while reaching out to pass her the documents. A few hesitant steps forward, she lowers the gun slowly snatching the papers from his hands quickly before scurrying back again. Her head bobs up and down between watching him and trying to read what’s on the page in front of her.

“What are these,” she flips through a few pages, “business licenses?”

“Among other things.”

She skims the first document and for the first time she feels like this whole thing might not be a trap. Fixing him with the coldest, most I-will-kill-you stare she can manage, “I’m taking a big risk, doing this. No me hagas arrepentirme o te arrepentiras, lo prometo,” she flicks the safety on and puts the gun in her waistband, in front so he knows she still has easy access.

Bowing his head, Barrón agrees, "Noted," cracking a small smile, something akin to respect or maybe admiration and it’s the first time his face displays any emotion. It puts her a little more at ease.

Both hands now free, Andrea combs through the documents, a few loose, the rest stapled together, some with carbon copy backings, and skims for the highlights - important phrases, dates, places, signatures - until she finds a signature at the bottom of a business license for an aeronautic manufacturing company.

“A shell company,” Barrón confirms her suspicions before they’re even fully formed. “Makes specialty parts for small planes. Like Cessnas.”

She flips to the next page, documents showing ownership stakes in the casino at the hipódromo along with two of the Arellanos’ discotheques. Flipping through the rest, it’s more of the same, SEC and CNBV registrations for shell corporations, licenses for legitimate businesses, and share certificates, none of them bearing Carlos Hank’s name but nonetheless tying him to both Tijuana and Juarez by a signature almost as important: Carolina Vera. His lawyer. She was all over these documents.

Speechless, Andrea’s head rises slowly to look at Barrón. When she said proof, she wasn’t expecting it to be this monumental. The cynic in her kicks up, wondering if it isn’t just a more elaborate trap designed to lull her in a state of submission before the jaws snap shut for good.

“It gets better," he says, examining his zip-o lighter before flicking the top back and forth a few times with his thumb.

Which reminds her, in desperate need of a cigarette, Andrea folds the papers up and sticks them in the back pocket of her jeans and then feverishly digs around the pocket of her shirt for her pack. Once retrieved, she flicks her lighter several times, sparks flying at the end of the cigarette in her mouth, until finally a little bloom of flame appears out of the corner of her eye to light it for her. He's a smooth motherfucker, she'll give him that, although strangely, there was nothing smug about it. He brings it back, cradling the flame with his other hand to light his own. After a first drag, Andrea dips her head back, a cyclone of smoke pouring from her lips while she exhales in relief.

“How,” snapping forward again, she takes another drag before asking, voice thick, each word encased in smoke, “does this get any better?”

“I have another source.”

“What? Who?”

“Cristina Palacios Hodoyan.”

“No me digas." The shock has her nearly wheezing the words and her eyes are wide, almost feral with curiosity. “You know where she is?”

He smirks. “Who do you think hid her?”

“What? So– but wait, so you didn’t—y’know. Her sons?”

Suddenly he can’t meet her eyes and she can’t wipe the image of the bridge from her mind - the row of lifeless bodies strung up, punishment para los soplones, whose biggest crime was usually no more than bearing witness to things she never agreed to see in the first place. That Alex and Alfredo were more involved in the extracurricular activities didn’t change the fact that they were just boys.

Perhaps trying to get a read on Andrea or maybe just hoping to fill the silence, Barrón offers, “Everyone assumed- and for good reason. But that time wasn’t me. I was in San Diego, trying t–”

“Save it.” With one look, she skewers him, eyes narrowed, mouth tight, not here for his bullshit. “Vete alaverga con esa ‘that time.’ How many other times was it you, huh?”

Meeting her eyes again like he recognizes his mistake, he responds matter-of-factly, “Plenty,” head held high, no attempt at contrition, false or otherwise.

Still, she’s expecting him to plead his case, so she waits for the explanation, the mental gymnastics, the cognitive dissonance, the rationalization for every single horrific act of violence wrapped up in that plenty. After standing there, watching each other in silence for who knows how long, she realizes there won’t be any of that. And up sprouts the tiniest kernel of respect that she already hates for being there. But she can’t help it. David Barrón could be called a lot of things but a hypocrite wasn’t one of them. She rolls her eyes because christ, who needs heroes when the bar is this high.

She mumbles to herself, “There’s a fire sale and everything must go,” but before he can voice the look of pure confusion on his face, she’s onto the next question, something tugging at the back of her mind since he first stepped out of the shadows of the overpass. “So, what’s in this for you? Why are you telling me all of this?”

Gaze shifting off to the light polluted horizon, he goes quiet. Eventually he just says, “That’s a big question.”

If this was a television interview, the broadcast would’ve been cut for all the dead air between them but she just waits, hoping he might give her just a little more, something to put this whole bizarre night into perspective.

“It’s just—” he shakes his head, “the way I come up—” putting his smoke to his lips and taking a pull so long, she wonders if maybe the question hasn’t short-circuited him a bit.

“Gettin’ into all this,” he waves his hand around at nothing in particular, a party streamer of smoke left behind its path, “wasn’t really a choice for me. Not like how it is here. Now in this new– whatever. Era. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. We were supposed to legitimize. Climb outta this ditch, not dig it deeper.

“This? What do you mean?”

“The game,” he huffs in a moment of frustration, the only emotion he’s let escape so far. “Used to be no civvies, no bystanders, no regular folk. If you was in the game, you get popped on the street, well okay, you knew what you signed up for. But all this other– truth is, man, I’m just tired. Tired of the game, the life, tired of doing all this shit just to be someone’s second choice.”

It was the most he’d spoken the entire time and she didn’t want to interrupt for fear he’d clam up again and go back to nods and one-word answers, but she’d have to start asking some follow-up questions if he didn’t start putting some names to these pronouns.

“I tried to save him, y’know, for her.” He keeps going, face fixed with a thousand yard stare so vacant and icy, he might’ve had the surface of the moon in his eyes. “But I couldn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to. She knows I tried but maybe she knows that too.”

“Hm.” Crossing her arms, one hip cocked out to the side, Andrea examines the end of her cigarette before holding it off to the side and tapping it with her finger. “So the rumors were true. You and Enedina.”

“I thought it’d be different.” Barrón turns back to her, flashing a nihilistic smirk that reveals how broken he is. “But the things she’s asked me to do,” he shakes his head, “I don’t know. The game ain’t in me no more. And this last one, well—”

“This last one?”

“Your editor. He was greenlit.”

It takes a moment to register. When it finally does, Andrea feels like someone’s pressed pause on reality only to start playing it again in slow motion.

“Y— you mean, my—? uh, Salgado? Ramon?

“Pues, sí.”

“You’re certain?”

“Mhm. My next mark.”

“Hijoueputa,” she mutters. “No es posible.”

Stamping his cigarette out in the dirt with the heel of his wingtip, he nods. “Best believe it.”

“Well— so what? Are you still gonna go after him?” Andrea’s getting more panicked by the second, her fingers finding the grip of her gun.

Chuckling, Barrón puts a hand up in gentle protest, “Nah, chill.”

For some inexplicable reason, she listens to him.“Fine. So, what’re you gonna do then?”

”Something I’ve never done in my whole life.”

“What’s that?”

“Miss.”

Andrea appears to take some comfort in this as her shoulders drop, a breath escaping that she didn’t even know she was holding. Remembering her cigarette, she takes a last drag while noting dryly, “You know, you can never go back.”

A blank look from him is the only response she gets.

“If you do that— y’know, miss. The minute I talk to Cristina, the minute I write this, they’ll probably figure out it’s you. You can never go back.”

Barrón just shakes his head, resigned. “No, ma’am.”

“No? What, no? If they find out you’re my source, they’ll kill you.”

“Of course. I know how they’ll do it too.” He says it with a twinge of pride that reminds Andrea exactly who she’s talking to. “It’ll be someone I know. I’ll see it coming. They’ll want me to see it coming. Cause they know I know.”

Despite this reminder of who he is, what he’s done, she can’t quash that kernel of respect that’s been planted. Even if he wanted to atone, he had enough respect not to insult her by trying to. Nor did he feel sorry for himself that he probably didn’t deserve to. It was a display of accountability she rarely saw from someone as morally bankrupt as he’d had to be. Until now anyway. And this makes her feel, in spite of herself, almost sorry for him. “You’re not scared?”

“Sure. Wouldn’t you be?”

“Well, of course,” she shrugs, twisting the filter of her cigarette until the cherry and remaining tobacco fall out before tossing it behind her. “But I w–“

“But you wouldn’t deserve it. And it’s true, I got it coming. Made my own bed as they say. But I can still be scared. Even if I know, at the end of the day, all we have are our choices.”

Andrea smirks, crossing her arms, looking down at the ground to push some dust around with the toe of her boot, unsure what to say next. When she looks back up, he’s already walking away, hands in his pockets, leisurely like he’s got nowhere to be, back to the shadowy spot under the bridge he came from. She wondered if his car was parked there or somewhere else. Or maybe he’s just some visiting ghost of Christmas past and she’ll wake up from this dream.

”Hey,” she calls out.

Just before he reaches the edge of the void, he spins around on his heels, hands still in his pockets, eyebrows raised, and waits.

“For what it’s worth– well, you do have it coming. But … I hope you find your way to some peace somehow.”

The unexpected happens then. He smiles. But this time it travels up his face all the way to his eyes, lighting them up. It might be as rare as a passing comet. So there are signs of life, after all.

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The scope of a draft law requiring those designated as “foreign agents” by Russia to deposit their income into special accounts has been expanded to include earnings from renting or selling real estate and vehicles, as well as interest from bank deposits and dividends, State Duma Speaker Vyacheslav Volodin announced.

“Those who betrayed our country should not profit from its citizens or use money earned in Russia against it,” Volodin wrote on his Telegram channel.

The bill is scheduled for its second reading on December 17.

Introduced on November 14, the draft law was framed as a measure to “protect state security and prevent foreign interference in Russia’s internal affairs,” according to its explanatory note. Initially, it applied only to income from intellectual property.

The law requires “foreign agents” to open a special ruble-denominated account that they can only access “once their status is revoked,” according to Volodin. The law also permits court-ordered transfers of these funds to the state budget.

[kinkmanor-too]

When are you coming back?

I am sorry for being away for so long. I needed a creative break from my posting. I found another creative outlet for a while (it rhymes with stick-stock). But that recently took a sour turn for me (I’ll get into that later).

So I think it is time to welcome you and my followers and fans back to the hedonistic delights of Kink Manor. It is time to embrace kink and sexuality and nudism/body celebration & confidence and BDSM fun once again and open the doors of Kink Manor to all the beautiful, sexy, horny folks of Tumblr.

There will be some rules and protocols that I’m going to follow for how I run Kink Manor and how I might potentially interact with you.

1) I post a wide variety of nudity, body types, sexuality & orientation, kinks, etc. I don’t intend that everything is what turns me on but much of it does. Kink Manor is open to, accepting of, celebrates and encourages just about everything. If you don’t like it, keep scrolling. You’ll find something you like. Still don’t like it? Move on and don’t return. I’m not accepting critiques or discussions of content. This is my world and I am The Lord ‘O the Manor and what I say/do is the law. Anger or frustrate me and you’ll be banned.

2) I welcome submissions and I welcome DM conversations. You just might learn something about me or my personal adventures. And I hope to learn about you.

3) However, I will not respond to DM messages that start with “hi” or “hello” or any one word or one short phrase. I have seen EVERY scam and scheme on tumblr and elsewhere. I know your scripts. No…you’ll never get truly personal info from me. No…you’ll never know where I live. No…you’ll never know my real name. No…you’ll never get a true picture of my face (of my naked body or of some of my sex adventures maybe 😈). I do NOT tolerate anyone trying to play a game or run a scam.

3b) No…you’ll never get money from me: DON’T ASK. No…I’m not a submissive or a sissy or anything along those lines. Do not approach me as such. If you are a dominant (female or male) and wish to have a discussion about kink and D/s play, I’ll be happy to talk to you. But don’t try a power play on me. You’ll find out my ultimate power to block you from access to me or Kink Manor.

3c) NO. I will not go to any other platform, WhatsApp, telegram, zangi, Gtalk/Google workspace, FaceTime, whatever to talk with you. If you don’t want to chat on tumblr DM, don’t message me.

3d) No, I’m not going to buy your content. This is pretty simple and straightforward. Please don’t ask. I have absolutely nothing against you trying to earn money (or even a living) as a sex worker and selling pics, videos, and more. If you can make it work, that is great. For me, personally, I can find more than my fill of freely available content. So I will always decline to buy your content.

3e) No, I do not meet up with someone I just met on tumblr. And No, I won’t pay for sex. Tumblr is not a dating or a hook up app. Please don’t use it as such. I’m not looking for anything here other than blogs that have content that either gets me off or that I can use as a post for Kink Manor.

4) You are welcome and encouraged to reblog from Kink Manor. I love that acknowledgement of what I do here. If you reblog and remove my caption, I will not follow your blog. You’re free to go find some other reblog of the content from someone else’s blog but do not remove my captions.

5) You don’t want your content on my blog. That is ok. I totally understand. But be polite. Send me a DM message asking for a post to be removed. Include a link to the post you want removed and I’ll take care of it. Be rude or an asshole about it and it may go a way that you do not intend. Remember this is my world and I will react according to the demeanor of my guests.

All of that being said…

Welcome back to Kink Manor. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and let your fantasies fly free. I’m thankful for all of you who visit, follow, like, and reblog. 😈🔥🔥

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At a summit in Brussels last month, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy vowed that Kyiv would not allow Moscow to use the transits to earn "additional billions ... on our blood, on the lives of our citizens." But he briefly held open the possibility of the gas flows continuing if payments to Russia were withheld until the war ends.

Ukraine's energy minister, Herman Halushchenko, confirmed on Wednesday morning that Kyiv had stopped the transit "in the interest of national security."

"This is a historic event. Russia is losing markets and will incur financial losses. Europe has already decided to phase out Russian gas, and (this) aligns with what Ukraine has done today," Halushchenko said in an update on the Telegram messaging app.

Russia's Gazprom said in a statement on Wednesday morning that it "has no technical and legal possibility" of sending gas through Ukraine, due to Kyiv's refusal to extend the deal.

Even as Russian troops and tanks moved into Ukraine in 2022, Russian natural gas kept flowing through the country's pipeline network — set up when Ukraine and Russia were both part of the Soviet Union — to Europe, under a five-year agreement. Gazprom earned money from the gas and Ukraine collected transit fees.

[waddei]

man im struggling so muhc to find a good working crack and i was like "aw fuck it ill buy it then how expensive can it be" LIKE 100 DOLARS TUNRS OUT????? not paying that man sorry id rather get a chinese virus from telegram than spend my hard earned money on that

[coinvirally]

The Memecoin Jungle: How to Escape the Scams and Keep Your Profits

Imagine this: you go into the world of memecoins, having the FOMO as you buy into the next big “gem.” Hours later, you watch the value plummet, and just like that, your money vanishes into thin air.

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Bubblemaps: This one gives you a peek into the wallets of the top holders. If the top 10 wallets control more than 10% of the supply, that’s a big warning sign.

A coin with a concentrated supply is often at risk of being manipulated or pulled out from under you. Always look at the distribution before you jump in.

These tools will get you halfway there, but don’t expect them to do all the work. The next part is up to you.

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Step 2: Slow Down and Observe When you find a potential memecoin, don’t dive in immediately. Impulse decisions are your worst enemy.

Too often, I’ve rushed into a coin that looked perfect on the surface, only to see it crash moments later. Take your time.

Observe the coin’s movement, see if it starts to show any signs of inconsistency, and don’t get swept up in the excitement of a big jump.

Sometimes, patience is the only thing standing between you and a massive loss.

Step 3: Keep an Eye on the Buzz Here’s a little secret most traders don’t know: Dexscreener is an underutilized gem.

It allows you to track which influencers are talking about the memecoin and how active the buzz around it is.

The influence of major personalities can make or break a memecoin.

If Elon Musk tweets about it, the value can skyrocket. But don’t take that as a guarantee. Even major influencers get behind coins that flop.

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Sound all too familiar? You’re not alone.

Memecoins have earned a notorious reputation. They promise huge, life-changing profits, only to leave most traders holding empty bags.

It’s a game of high stakes, and too many have fallen victim to its traps. But what if I told you that 95% of rug pulls can be avoided if you know what to look for?

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Over the past several months, I’ve been learning the hard way about how to survive this dangerous but profitable world.

Now, I’m sharing my insights so you don’t have to make the same mistakes I did. Here’s the roadmap for avoiding scams and taking control of your memecoin strategy.

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The Allure of Memecoins: The Rush and the Risk Let’s face it — memecoins are seductive. They promise insane returns, and everyone loves a good underdog story.

A coin that costs less than a dollar explodes into the next big thing, and suddenly, your small investment turns into a windfall.

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But that’s the thing about memecoins — they’re unpredictable, and the vast majority don’t last.

The truth is, 98% of these coins will fail to even deliver moderate returns.

They surge briefly and then crash, leaving everyone who hopped on board too late with nothing to show for it.

Most people think they’ve found the next Bitcoin, but in reality, they’re holding onto a mirage.

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It’s easy to get excited when you see the big numbers flashing on your screen, but the reality of memecoins is much darker. A lot of the time, it’s just a fast-track to losing everything.

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Step 1: Equip Yourself with the Right Tools So how do you avoid falling into the trap? First, you need the right tools in your arsenal. T

hese tools won’t guarantee that every coin you buy will succeed, but they’ll significantly increase your chances of dodging the bad ones.

Rugcheck: This tool is a must-have. It allows you to quickly analyze a memecoin and check for red flags. Roughly 50% of rug pulls can be filtered out just by using this tool, giving you a solid starting point before you even think about investing.

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Flash bitcoin sender

Flash Bitcoin is a type of cryptocurrency that is sent to your wallet but does not remain there permanently, as it is dependent on the software used to flash the coin. While flash bitcoin is indistinguishable from real bitcoin, the key difference lies in its temporary nature. These coins are generated by specific flash bitcoin software, which allows users to send fake bitcoin into the blockchain network for a designated period of time, typically 90 days

The Concept of Flash Bitcoin

Flash Bitcoin operates on the premise of temporary digital currency. It is generated through specialized bitcoin flashing software, which allows users to send what appears to be real Bitcoin into the blockchain network. However, the key distinction lies in its ephemeral existence; after the designated time frame, these coins will vanish from the blockchain, leaving no trace behind.How Does Flash Bitcoin Work?

When you use flash bitcoin software, you can create and send these temporary coins to your wallet. During their lifespan, Flash Bitcoins function similarly to real Bitcoin, allowing for transactions and exchanges. This innovative approach enables users to engage in cryptocurrency activities without any initial investment, making it an attractive option for those looking to explore the crypto space.

Caution is Key

While the allure of earning money through Flash Bitcoin is enticing, it is crucial to exercise caution. The world of cryptocurrency can be fraught with risks, especially when dealing with developers or vendors who may source their tools from the dark web. Conducting thorough research and ensuring you are dealing with reputable sources is essential to avoid potential scams or legal issues.

Where to Buy Flash Bitcoin

If you’re interested in exploring the world of Flash Bitcoin, look no further than Digital Vault. They offer reliable access to flash bitcoin sales and the necessary software to get you started. You can reach out to them through the following contact details:

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Conclusion

In summary, Flash Bitcoin presents an intriguing opportunity for those looking to delve into the cryptocurrency market without upfront investment. However, it is vital to approach this technology with caution and to conduct thorough research. If you’re ready to explore the potential of Flash Bitcoin, consider reaching out to Digital Vault for your needs. Remember, knowledge is power, and being informed is your best defense in the world of cryptocurrency.

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[uniquelish]

Beware of Easy Money Scams: Protect Yourself from Telegram Job Fraud

Telegram Prepaid Task Schem

In today’s fast-paced world, everyone dreams of earning extra income with minimal effort. Unfortunately, this dream often turns into a nightmare for those who fall prey to fraudulent schemes disguised as easy work-from-home opportunities. A recent scam operating on Telegram highlights how cleverly cybercriminals exploit this desire, leaving unsuspecting victims emotionally and financially shattered.

The Trap of Easy Money

Imagine receiving a message that promises you can earn ₹50 to ₹100 for simple tasks like watching YouTube videos, rating hotels, or writing short reviews. Sounds tempting, doesn’t it? That’s how scammers lure you in. These cybercriminals first win your trust by depositing small amounts of money into your account for completing initial tasks.

WARNING! Telegram Prepaid Task Scam Exposed!

But soon, the game changes. You’re invited to join a “prepaid task” group where bigger rewards are promised, provided you deposit money to continue. You might think, What’s the harm? After all, they’ve been paying you so far. But that’s the moment they tighten their grip.

One victim from this scam lost ₹35 lakh after being systematically manipulated into depositing increasingly larger sums. The group admin disappeared, taking with them not just the money, but also the victim’s hope and peace of mind.

Why Do People Fall for These Scams?

The Promise of Quick Earnings: Scammers prey on people’s financial struggles and their desire for quick, easy money.

Trust-Building Tactics: Sending small payments initially makes the scam appear legitimate.

Psychological Pressure: Victims are pressured to act fast, fearing they’ll lose a golden opportunity.

How to Protect Yourself

Verify the Opportunity: If a job offer seems too good to be true, it probably is. Real jobs don’t demand money upfront.

Avoid Unsolicited Links: Never click on unknown links sent via Telegram, WhatsApp, or other platforms.

Do Your Research: Check reviews, company details, and contact information before engaging with any job offer.

The Importance of a Trusted Job Community

At Rajkot Job Updates, we’re committed to connecting job seekers with genuine opportunities. Unlike these scams, our job postings are vetted to ensure authenticity, so you can apply with confidence. Our aim is to guide you towards legitimate employment and help you steer clear of fraudulent schemes.

We urge our members to remain vigilant. If you see an offer promising easy money for little effort, question its authenticity. Jobs that involve watching videos or writing reviews while earning massive amounts of money are rarely, if ever, legitimate.

A Word of Caution

Scammers rely on your trust and desperation. Don’t let their false promises of high earnings blind you to the red flags. Stay informed, stay alert, and always consult with trusted sources like our Job Update Community before taking any steps.

Call to Action

Be part of a community that values your safety and career growth. Join Rajkot Job Updates on WhatsApp and Telegram to access verified job opportunities. We’re here to ensure you find work that truly values your skills—no scams, no false promises, just honest opportunities.

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WHAT IS FLASH BITCOIN

Flash Bitcoin is a type of cryptocurrency that is sent to your wallet but does not remain there permanently, as it is dependent on the software used to flash the coin. While flash bitcoin is indistinguishable from real bitcoin, the key difference lies in its temporary nature. These coins are generated by specific flash bitcoin software, which allows users to send fake bitcoin into the blockchain network for a designated period of time, typically 90 days

The Concept of Flash Bitcoin

How Does Flash Bitcoin Work?

When you use flash bitcoin software, you can create and send these temporary coins to your wallet. During their lifespan, Flash Bitcoins function similarly to real Bitcoin, allowing for transactions and exchanges. This innovative approach enables users to engage in cryptocurrency activities without any initial investment, making it an attractive option for those looking to explore the crypto space.

Caution is Key

While the allure of earning money through Flash Bitcoin is enticing, it is crucial to exercise caution. The world of cryptocurrency can be fraught with risks, especially when dealing with developers or vendors who may source their tools from the dark web. Conducting thorough research and ensuring you are dealing with reputable sources is essential to avoid potential scams or legal issues.

Where to Buy Flash Bitcoin

If you’re interested in exploring the world of Flash Bitcoin, look no further than Digital Vault. They offer reliable access to flash bitcoin sales and the necessary software to get you started. You can reach out to them through the following contact details:

Telegram: Digital Vault

WhatsApp: +12568235121

By purchasing from a trusted source like Digital Vault, you can ensure that you are engaging with legitimate flash bitcoin technology and software.

Conclusion

In summary, Flash Bitcoin presents an intriguing opportunity for those looking to delve into the cryptocurrency market without upfront investment. However, it is vital to approach this technology with caution and to conduct thorough research. If you’re ready to explore the potential of Flash Bitcoin, consider reaching out to Digital Vault for your needs. Remember, knowledge is power, and being informed is your best defense in the world of cryptocurrency.

Telegram: Digital Vault

WhatsApp: +12568235121

By purchasing from a trusted source like Digital Vault, you can ensure that you are engaging with legitimate flash bitcoin technology and software.