#PROMOTIOM!
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moroslavklose · 2 years ago
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does anyone think hsv has a chance
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little-demy · 5 months ago
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Shadow and Ghost shenanigans, a little bit artistic renditiom from a scene in chapter 4 and a bunch of Shadow sketches
And another shameless promotiom of my work, read it here!
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jiminjeonging · 2 months ago
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https://x.com/shroomrina/status/1852325122931040669?t=b7VdTQnL-bAB0LbXizyiXQ&s=19 hold up jm is lowkey blushing omg, this fansign was so cute i wish we get more fluffy moments between them before the promotioms end 💗
she actually flushes pretty easily shes so adorable☹️☹️☹️
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sqeeebus · 2 years ago
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When there’s not enough Salvis fanfics that are long or even updated recently so you’re just like “Fuck it imma write my own”
yes hello this is a shameless self-pre-promotiom of my Salvis fic that aligns with cannon… except after falling down the pit in the cult temple Travis has been stuck in the weird interdimensional existence with Sal! Will be multi-chap.
Weird shit ensues.
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dodomingo · 1 year ago
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Last bit of shameless self promotiom sunday, wanted to show off my very cute outfit I have🥺 feat da wonderful my boygirlfriend @foxbap
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edwinspaynes · 2 years ago
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This is deadass the funniest thing. Like it is SO RIDICULOUS. Outrageous. "I have been passed over for promotiom" dude! You just got out of jail and drunkenly gallivanted around France for a week! "I do not wish to rob my wife and children" you're literally begging your daughter's husband for an insane sum and threatening her in the process LMAO this guy 💀
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mr-smith-stories · 2 years ago
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Mr. Smith #26 Part Two
A few seconds later, Mr. Smith heard Philip’s shouts for help from down the hall. “Guys! Come look at this!”
Mr. Smith and his friends hurried down the hall. In the parlor, Mr. Smith found Philip standing over an unconscious man on the floor. Mr. Smith scratched his head. “This is a strange place to take a nap.”
“He’s dead.” Philip said. “And it wasn’t me.”
Mr. Smith peered at Philip. “How can I be so
sure?”
“Because I would’ve tried to cover it up! He’s not even in any of my best hiding places- under the rug or behind the curtain!” Philip insisted. “How do I know it wasn’t you?”
Mr. Smith sighed. “I thought he was sleeping! It wasn’t me!” Mr. Smith looked closely at the body. “That’s the man I saw making blueberry pancakes earlier! Oh no! Someone is attacking kitchen staff! They might get me next! Quick! Let’s offer up Simon as next to go! Then we’ll have a headstart to save ourselves!”
Philip glared at Mr. Smith. “No. That’s not the right thing to do.”
Mr. Smith stared at Philip. “What is the right thing to do?”
Philip sighed. “Solve this crime and prove our infinity level IQ to those stuck up intellectuals! Who’s with me?”
Simon spoke up. “I’m in! Let’s save everyone here! Then we’ll be heroes!”
Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind them. “Actually, I think we’d better call the police,” Harry said. “I don’t trust you idiots with anything besides the food.” Harry dialed 9-1-1. “They should be here soon.”
Ten minutes later, the chief of police arrived on the scene, and Mr. Smith and his friends all sat in the sitting room for questioning, since they had found the body. Harry stood with them, and explained the situation.
The chief nodded, taking a bite out of the chocolate chip cookie in his pocket. “Mom’s special recipe,” He explained. “How much am I getting paid for this? How’s 2 grand?”
Harry sighed. “This is a murder investigation. I’m not paying you to solve it, the station is.”
Mr. Smith raised his hand. “He can use my calculator to resolve the issue if he wants.”
The chief glared at Mr. Smith. “I don’t need a calculator. Just stay out of my way.”
Mr. Smith pouted. “But I want to help!”
The chief glared at him. “No. I can do this myself. I don’t need you, I just finished at the police academy last week!”
Harry’s eyes widened. “So you’re a rookie? And you’re the chief?”
The chief sighed. “The real chief decided to go on vacation unexpectedly. He wanted to go to Hershey’s Chocolate World after that nice Harold Smith bribed his way into getting free tickets for him and his family. The station asked me to fill in. He was also promised unlimited chocolate by Harold Smith, so we don’t know if he’ll ever be back.”
Harry looked alarmed. “Why was he bribed?”
“Harold Smith wanted the chief to blackmail a rich company into giving his son and their friends their own cruise liner. The chief wouldn’t do it, but I wanted a promotion, so Harold and I struck a deal.” The chief explained. “But I can do it. I haven’t solved any crimes yet, I was only hired at the station last week. All I did was paper work before my big promotion. It was so boring! But now I’m here. This should be more fun!”
Harry looked alarmed. “I’ll be in a barracaded room with my guests. That way we’ll be safe. Let me know when the investigation is done!” Harry hurried away.
Mr. Smith looked at the chief. “I bet you think you’re so smart, in your police uniform and with that big promotiom from my dad! Well, just an FYI, I’M the TRUE genius here! I’m going to be in charge of all the puppy farms someday, and then you’ll HAVE to let me solve all the crimes I want! I’ll just blackmail you! You’ll see! I’m level infinity IQ!”
The chief sighed. “Today is not that day. Today, I’M in charge, and I’m going to prove how clever a detective I am! You stay in here, or I’ll arrest you!” With that, the chief left.
Philip turned to Mr. Smith. “I have the perfect idea. I know how to distract him so WE can solve the crime and be heroes!”
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Five minutes later, the chief was snooping around the mansion, when he saw a strange sight. A chocolate chip cookie on the floor! He picked it up and began eating it, when he noticed another cookie a few feet away. In fact, there was a whole line of chocolate chip cookies, leading out of the parlor and down the hall! The chief followed the line of cookies out into the hallway and down the hall, until he came upon an open storage closet, where the line of cookies led to the cookie jar. The chief began eating all the cookies when the door slammed shut. “Wait!” The chief yelled. “I’m not done eating! Let me out!” There was no answer. The chief shrugged and continued eating all the cookies.
In the hall, Mr. Smith giggled. “It worked! You are a TRUE genius, Philly! But not as much of a genius as me.”
Philip smiled. “Now WE can solve this crime! As the geniuses we are!”
Amy chimed in. “OMGG! This is just like the time Susan and I got stuck! We were in an escape room, but we didn’t know what any of the clues meant and couldn’t get out. They unlocked the door after twenty minutes, but Susan and I didn’t know which door was real and which was artificial, so we got trapped there overnight. Making decisions is HARD!”
Susan squealed. “Oh. My. GOD! Remember when we got stuck in the mall overnight? We couldn’t remember where the exit was, and the people didn’t like us so they wouldn’t tell us where! We got lost looking and they didn’t find us until morning! We snorted glue in the bathroom all night, and did manicures in the salon for free! We stole so many shirts, and when the cops tried to arrest us, Harold Smith just gave them gummy bears and they let us go! It was so fun!”
Amy squealed. “It WAS fun! Remember the time we got lost at the park? The ranger had to come pick us up after we called 9-1-1! I don’y get why he was so mad. How were we supposed to know we were sitting next to the exit? Reading signs is BOR-ING!”
Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “I never read signs. Sometimes, I forget how to read altogether.”
“People think we’re DUMB! I don’t know why.” Amy said.
“We’ll prove them wrong,” Mr. Smith said. “By solving this case like the ace detectives we are!”
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Five minutes later, Mr. Smith gathered all the kitchen staff in the game room.
“OMGG look at all these cool games. I’m good at games! I always win! I don’t know why people say I cheat. I don’t knock the pool balls off the table on purpose! I’m just really clumsy.” Amy said.
Susan squealed. “OMGG! People think I cheat too. I always steal their good cards when we play poker, and then I win! I didn’t know it was against the rules!”
Mr. Smith addressed the room. “Now, I have been appointed by the chief of police to solve this heinous crime.”
A staff member raised their hand. “Why wouldn’t he just solve the case?”
“Because he didn’t know what he was doing. He was incompetent. I AM a TRUE genius!” Mr. Smith said. “Let’s begin questioning. Now, which one of you is the murderer?”
The same staff member looked at Mr. Smith in disgust. “Why would the murderer tell you just because you asked?”
“Because I have influence. I recently read two sentences of How To Win Friends and Influence People- the title and author.” Mr. Smith said.
“How could you learn anything from that?” The man asked.
Mr. Smith scratched his head. “You can learn from reading. I’m pretty sure. Leo said that once. He said I don’t read enough. Well, I’ve been trying to read more. Just this week, I read the titles of six books at the library! Six, I tell you!”
“What were they called?” Philip asked.
“”The Big Book of Dinosaurs (Child’s Edition),” “Maps of the United States,” “How To Make A Ham and Cheese Sandwich,” “The Puppy Farm Guide to Renewable Energy,” “”Harold Smith’s History of the Universe,” and finally, the most challenging one, “How To Turn On A Stove.”” Mr. Smith said. “Unfortunately, I have forgotten the names of the authors of each book, including Harold Smith’s History of the Universe. I have been trying to figure out who wrote that one for four days.”
“Huh,” The staff member said. “Interesting.”
Mr. Smith looked around the room. “So, which one of you is the killer? I’m only going to ask nicely once. Who killed this man?” No one said anything. “Pretty please?” Mr. Smith asked. “No? Fine! I’ll ask more questions.”
Mr. Smith addressed the staff member who had questioned him. “Now, where were you on the night of May 19th, 2020?”
“That’s four years before the murder happened.” The man said, his jaw hanging open.
“I know. I just wanted to get the ball rolling,” Mr. Smith said. He paused. “Do balls roll downhill, or upwards? I have a Physics test at the end of the week and I’m not sure. Also, it’s on my homework, so any help would be much appreciated.”
“That has nothing to do with why we’re here,” The staff member said.
Mr. Smith pointed at him with his pen. “I need help with my homework from somewhere. No one I know knows the answer. Now, tell me your name.”
“Charles,” The man said. “Charles Barkley.”
“Charles Barkley, you are under arrest for the murder of one staff worker whose name I already forgot, and for the attempted murder of Mr. Smith!”
“I didn’t murder anyone! You can’t arrest me without proof! And when did someone attempt to murder you?”
Mr. Smith pointed his pen at Charles. “YOU tried to murder me when I first got here! You poisoned the blueberries you were using to make the pancakes! I would have died, had it not been for my super powers! I can eat anything and survive! But you didn’t know that, did you? You thought you could get rid of me that easy, so I wouldn’t solve the crime you were about to commit! Well, you can’t outsmart me! I’m a genius, I tell you!”
“The blueberries weren’t poisonous. Simon ate them too,” Philip said.
Mr. Smith stamped his foot. “Dammit! There goes my claim to fame! I almost solved the case in under two minutes!” Mr. Smith pointed his pen at the chef. “What is your name?”
“Marianne,” The woman said. “Marianne Johnson.”
“Marianne Johnson, YOU are under arrest, for the attempted murder of Simon on June 19, 1949! I knew I recognized you from somewhere!” Mr. Smith said.
Simon piped up. “No one ever tried to murder me. And she wasn’t even born yet. That was just a dream you had.”
Mr. Smith threw his pen at the wall. “Dammit! Wrong again!” He pointed a finger at the man next to her. “What is your name?”
“Gregory Timmons,” The man said. “I did not attempt to murder you or anyone else. I’m innocent.”
“Where were YOU at 4 AM last night?” Mr. Smith asked.
“Sleeping?” Gregory said.
Mr. Smith scratched his chin. “Exactly what a murderer would say. Now, in what position were you sleeping? On your front, back or side? Answer me!”
“On my back?” The man asked.
Mr. Smith gasped. “THAT’S how several famous serial killers would sleep! According to Puppy Farm Forensics, serial killers often sleep on either their back, front or side! I ALWAYS sleep on my head! I’ve caught the killer!”
Philip raised a hand. “That’s how normal people sleep too. Most people don’t sleep on their head.”
“Dammit!” Mr. Smith swore. “This is an outdated study anyway. Grandpappy Smith conducted it by interviewing three serial killers and asking them each how they slept. Oh well. I guess I’ll have to do my own study! Next, what is your name?” Mr. Smith pointed to a brunette.
“Susanna Evans,” The woman said.
“What is your favorite color?” Mr. Smith asked. “Mine is blue.”
“Pink,” Susanna said. “How is this relevant?”
“Pink is too innocent a favorite color for a serial killer to have. You’re innocent.” Mr. Smith pointed to the last person, a short black haired man.
“That’s sexist,” Susanna said.
Mr. Smith scratched his head. “I don’t know what that is. I fell asleep when they talked about gender in health class.”
“That’s horrible,” Susanna said.
Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “Is horrible a type of turtle? What kind of turtle? Is it aquatic or a space turtle?”
“Horrible means you’re a bad person.”
“I would have liked what you said better if it involved the space turtle. Otherwise it goes in one ear and out the other with me. Next.”
“Tim Dunn.” The man said.
“Mr. Dunn, have you ever been arrested for any sort of crime?”
“I was arrested for stealing all the chickens on my neighbor’s farm once.” Tim said.
“AHA!” Mr. Smith yelled. “So why did you do that?”
“Because he called me a nerd once in third grade. I had to get him back.”
“Understandable. Being called a nerd is the highest offense! Anyway, since clearly none of you is the killer, I’m going to go ask the rich people questions upstairs.”
A few minutes later, Mr. Smith knocked on the door of the room where Harry and his friends were. “What?” Harry asked.
“I’ve caught the killer. Let me in, he’s running down the hall after me!” Mr. Smith yelled in a panicked voice.
“Alright!” Harry opened the door, shutting it behind him. “Who’s the killer?”
“I don’t know.” Mr. Smith said.
“But you just said they were chasing you,” Harry was dumbfounded.
“He lies a lot,” Ritchie said. “Don’t trust a word out of his mouth.”
“I came in here to question you and find out which one of you is the killer!” Mr. Smith explained.
“None of us is the killer,” Leo said. “What happened to the chief of police? Did you bribe him to let you try to solve the crime?”
“Actually, I left a trail of cookies to lead him into the storage closet. He’s eating them in there now.”
“Oh my God!” Leo snapped. “You’re a complete moron! You’ll never be able to solve this case! Harry, open the door! We’d better take matters into our own hands!”
Twenty minutes later, they had let out the chief, who found fingerprints on the body and arrested the killer, Tim Dunn. “Why’d you do it, Mr. Dunn?” The chief asked.
“I hate working here! I wanted to kill all the kitchen staff just to spite Harry for forcing me to make him such complicated dishes! Do you know how exhausting it is to make a chicken sandwich?”
Mr. Smith scratched his head. “There was no meat labeled duck in the fridge for your chicken sandwich! Only chicken and turkey! Unless… does a chicken sandwich have turkey in it? Turkey is a bird, right?”
Mr. Dunn was led away. Mr. Smith realized that he had failed in trying to prove his intelligence, rage building inside of him. Mr. Smith screamed, picking Simon up and throwing him at the police chief. “Take that!” He yelled. Then he ran into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of berries and throwing them at kitchen staff. “That’s what you get for not telling me who the murderer was!” He yelled. Then he took pancake batter and began flinging it at people. “Ha!” He said. “Now you’re all dirty!”
The cops entered the room. “Please stop that.” One said.
“No!” Mr. Smith yelled.
“Then we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” Another officer chimed in.
“I’m NEVER leaving!” Mr. Smith yelled. He ran into the living room, crawling into the unlit fireplace and up the chimney. “I’m going to live in this chimney the rest of my life! Simon can bring me food, and I won’t have to be a failure any more!” Mr. Smith continued climbing up the chimney, but got wedged inside. “Oh no! I’m stuck! Someone help! I don’t know how to get down from here! What do I do?”
The police called the fire department, who helped a sheepish Mr. Smith down from the chimney, which took two hours.
Mr. Smith ran to Harry. “THIS is YOUR FAULT!” He yelled.
Harry turned to Mr. Smith. “No, it’s your fault. You’re all fired! Don’t come back here again!”
“You can’t fire me!” Mr. Smith yelled. “I’m not Mr. Smith, I’m his cousin, Mee- goo- well!”
“Then you’re fired, Miguel.” Harry deadpanned.
“Fine!” Mr. Smith yelled. “Then Mr. Smith will be back next week!”
“I’m firing Mr. Smith too,” Harry said. “It’s your job to tell him.”
“No!” Mr. Smith yelled.
“If you come back, I’ll tell everyone I know how you failed to solve the crime, Mr. Smith,” Harry snickered.
“Fine!” Mr. Smith yelled. “I QUIT!” Mr. Smith and his friends fled the crime scene, returning home where they spent the rest of the weekend binging Dancing With The Stars.
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kindauglypikachuicon · 1 month ago
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An inevitable promotiom of Wiš’adel to E2 ✨ Looking to m3 (her signature third skill of course but considering the materials I might not be able to finish it lol) or maybe m6-9 since she’s also another rare character that has all good skills
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msclaritea · 10 months ago
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Narcissistic self-promotiom. Even if it is Silicon Valley, NFL, COS, Gender Ideology cult and Sports Betting trolls, Elizabeth Olsen is another unfortunate who needs the spotlight in the worst way. She's the Red Witch mascot for all of these sick fucks. It's why they want her back, so badly. I'll be damned. The Scarlet Witch trolls were the most abusive online group, I had ever seen.
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electricnik · 1 year ago
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Cunard, Christmas and New Year 1904 -5 promotiomal booklet
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aftereffectsprojects · 1 year ago
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Magazine and Book Promo Motion Design from Antony Parker on Vimeo.
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Detailed Video Tutorial Included No Plugin Required Well organised and easy customising Universalized Expressions Clean Editable Titles Fonts Link Included
It is a cool project to made any book or magazine slideshow, introduction or web presentations. Also You can use this project for corporate presentations, special event promotioms, photo album, fast and minimal promo, simple slides, lovely slideshow, gallery. This template perfect for adventure slideshow, wedding and romantic album, commercial promo or presentation for your business.
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worstqueerbaittournament · 2 years ago
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Okay, here goes nothing. I don't think Janis is queerbaiting. She is queercoded. But I don't think she counts as queerbait. Queerbaiting is a marketing tactic to draw in or keep a larger queer audience. That doesn't work when it is only one movie with no sequels. No promotiomal material said she was gonna be a lesbian. People weren't tricked into going to see the movies in cinema thinking they would get representation.
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Submission message: I can't believe no one submitted narumitsu yet, the queerbait has been going on for over 20 years (they started to consciously put hints in after the second game, after they learned that it's popular with yaoi fans)
Submission message: Mean Girls  - Janis Person who submitted Janis here. Yes, I meant the movie. The whole time it is implied she's a lesbian only for her to end up with a dude lol
Additional propaganda: Narumitsu is that one ship that Capcom just like… can’t put a block on.
If they give either of them a wife the fandom would be fucking fuming. Especially if it was Miles. He is not a straight man.
I ddon't even see narumitsu as bait I think they just accidentally wrote gay tension and rolled with it to keep fans happy
doesn’t narumitsu have themed wedding rings 💀 not sure how you would like to interpret that
Meanwhile Janis from Mean Girls IS queerbaiting: She’s presented as a lesbian throughout the film. She gets very emotionally attached to girls and tries to sabotage them after they ‘betray’ her and become more interested in boys/popularity (Regina in the past, Cady during the film). Proudly declares herself a “big lesbo” to half the school during her trust-fall scene. Wears a suit to Prom and kisses her gay best friend Damien, they both show complete disgust afterwards. But in the LITERAL LAST SCENE OF THE FILM, she’s shown dating a guy and kissing him. ((I also haven’t seen the musical yet, so I can’t comment there)) Vote Janis, she’s the only right answer.
janis is a complicated character because while i do agree her writing sucked, and having someone so clearly coded as lesbian end up with a dude fucking sucks ass, i don’t think the actual intention behind janis was to bait the audience. mean girls was written based on the non-fiction book “queen bees & wanna bees” by rosalind wiseman. MANY of the characters in mean girls are based around the archetypes that book presents, janis being the “alternative girl” who feels ostracized by the other girls and therefore takes on a more nonconforming rebellious personality to make it seem like she CHOSE to be ostracized. her ending up with a guy then makes perfect sense if you follow the guidelines set by the book. of course you don’t have to follow the guidelines the book sets up and i think doing that uncritically is a really BAD idea (the book predominantly focuses on straight white teenage girls so it’s not exactly great for representing… literally any other kind of teenager, as the movie shows) but i do think janis wasn’t supposed to be read as actually gay and is a more nuanced situation than just being straight up queer baiting. basically like. she’s bad, but the WORST queerbait of all time? ehhh?
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princemick-archive · 2 years ago
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I'm waiting for 1&1 to cancel their sponsorship since mick was pretty much the main reason they got on board in the first place
yep, thats probably not gonna last much longer either, I'd be really surprised if they'd stay until next season when its a german sponsor that mick brought in.
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the-black-dragons-den · 2 years ago
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More shameless self-promotiom of my old Cecil closet cosplay. This is the post that triggered my first anon hate ever lol
"for heaven's sake don't ever cosplay again, that shit is embarassing as fuck, you don't even try"
Someone was mad lol
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Cosplayed and photographed by viridecinerem.
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championrevali · 3 years ago
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My fic has peaked
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It can't get any better than this
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maiteperroni · 5 years ago
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L’Bel Photoshoot (2019)
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