#Pizza Bar Santos

[gastronominho]

Quais são as Novidades da Semana? (04 a 10 de novembro)

Semana agitadíssima pelo Brasil! Por aqui você pode conferir o que acontece no mercado dos comes e bebes

[abandoned-mars]

humanstuck names + more ! :]

john - ivan greenfield; korean/english; comic book store employee + shifty mom & pop restaurant waiter/support staff

rose - lavender buchanan; vietnamese/dominican?; sells custom clothes on depop + nsfw tumblr writer/artist

dave - dominic santiago; puerto rican/dominican; audio tech store employee + local club dj + aspiring rapper

jade - dahlia flores; pacific islander; unemployed, works for family farm

aradia - gabriella diamanté; japanese/mexican; texas road house type restaurant kitchen expo/dishwasher

tavros - antonio ‘tony’ noquez; spanish; works at dad’s animal shelter

sollux - niko park; korean; probably unemployed or sells nfts or some shit

karkat - donnie santos; black/colombian; mexican restaurant busboy + movie theatre employee

nepeta - june bernard; french/irish (white); dairy queen employee lol + volunteers @ pet shelter

kanaya - harper norris; african; sells custom clothes

terezi - quinn nephus; greek/italian (white); unemployed

vriska - viktoria ‘vikki’ huffman; russian (white); rue 21 cashier (is about to be fired)

equius - sterling rudd; black/native american?; training to be a mechanic at dad’s auto shop

gamzee - jordan scott; black/mixed; little caesar’s cook

eridan - cory reynolds; russian/scottish (white); unemployed

feferi - josephine galette; black/indian?; diner waitress + volunteers @ pet shelter

jane - janet greenfield; korean/english; pastry shop employee

roxy - macy buchanan; vietnamese/black; shitty dive bar bartender

dirk - diego santiago; puerto rican/dominican; burger king window worker/cook

jake - fletcher flores; pacific islander; texas roadhouse waiter + works on family farm

hal - alex santiago; puerto rican/dominican; thrift store cashier + furry tumblr artist

damara - anastasia ‘ana’ hoshi; japanese/mexican/filipino; hotel maid + fancy-ish restaurant waitress

rufioh - richard ‘richie’ noquez jr.; spanish; works at dad’s pet shelter + grocery store bagger

mituna - tatum ‘tate’ park; korean/welsh?; pizza delivery boy + aspiring twitch streamer

kankri - marcus santos; colombian/egyptian; diner waiter

meulin - lauren ‘laurie’ bernard; french/irish (white); coffee shop barista + tumblr writer/artist

porrim - elle norris; african; high end fashion store employee

latula - presley nephus; greek/italian (white); bowling alley attendant + dive bar bar back

aranea - leah huffman; white; restaurant hostess + interning at mom’s job

horuss - kade rudd; black/native american; dad’s auto shop mechanic + welder

kurloz - jesse scott; mixed; mexican restaurant dishwasher/cook + drug dealer

cronus - trent reynolds; white; works at dad’s company

meenah - natasha galette; black; new wave fashion store + aspiring hair braider

handmaid - hanna hoshi; japanese; house cleaner

summoner - richard ‘rich’ noquez sr.; spanish; owns the local pet shelter + personal trainer

psiioniic - jonathon park; korean; data entry manager + fixes computers for extra money

signless - derrick santos; colombian; preacher/missionary?

disciple - lizette bernard; irish; elementary school teacher

dolorosa - rosa norris; african; interior decorator?

redglare - monroe nephus; greek; lawyer

mindfang - marina huffman; russian; runs her own business (it’s a cover up for some illegal shit)

darkleer - darius rudd; native american, owns an auto shop + army weapons coordinator

ghb - grant scott; black; club bouncer

dualscar - dylan reynolds; russian; chief of surgery at hospital?

hic - cora galette; black; ceo of large cooperation (somewhat in cohorts with marina + dylan)

dad - david greenfield; white; 9-5 sales businessman

mom - lorelei buchanan; vietnamese; retired (used to be a scientist but found the cure to something and retired at like 35)

bro - drew santiago; dominican; club bouncer/dj/bartender + drug dealer + probably has an only fans

grandpa - jake flores; pacific islander; retired air force

calliope - caroline ‘callie’ umbridge; mixed; librarian assistant + stage manager at local theatre

caliborn - caleb umbridge; mixed; unemployed (reddit sub moderator)

i might go back and edit some of these bcus im not in love w all of them but i also don’t give a fuck abt most of them

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 808: Santo & Johnny Hawaii

In honor of my 808th post, I'm doing a shoutout to the 808 state (no, not the British electronic band; the area code).

Actually, I picked this one out because Seattle, like so much of the US right now, has been under a blanket of below-freezing temperatures for several days, and this album of breezy, island-style slide guitar-focused instrumentals is a perfect antidote to the frosty January funk. Throw it on the turntable and astral project yourself to a tiki bar in Waikiki circa 1961.

Hat tip to my buddy Mike from Thrill Jockey Records who hipped me to this album. Having grown up in Hawaii, I used to associate this kind of stuff with the musical wallpaper of beachside tourist traps. But for high school-aged Mike, delivering pizzas through the Chicago winter, Santo & Johnny's odes to the Pacific were glimpses into another world far away from the snow and ice of winter. He'd blast this album in the car while bundled up in his parka and dream of the tropical climate.

I bought this LP five years ago, during the first winter we spent in our little red house. And I wind up pulling it out every time the temperature drops into the teens in an attempt to trick my brain into thinking I'm somewhere warm and sunny.

Stay warm out there, folks.

[pomposita6292]

C’è una nuova figura sociale della quale si parla spesso. È il driver, in motorino o in bicicletta, che con la neve, il freddo, la nebbia, e in estate sotto la canicola, deve consegnare la pizza. È pagato poco, quasi sempre un precario, non ha garanzie. Facciamo bene a preoccuparci per lui. Ma dimentichiamo sempre di parlare di chi sta decisamente peggio di lui. Di chi, nella scala sociale, sta sotto di lui. Il più disperato. Il più solo. Quello di cui nessuno parla mai.

È quello che ha ordinato la pizza.

È chiuso in casa da una settimana. Non esce quasi mai. Digita. Ha le occhiaie fatte di pixel, ormai. Per lavarsi la faccia deve usare un detergente per il computer.

Sotto casa, proprio nella sua via, ci sono due pizzerie, un cinese, un giapponese e un cinogiapponese, sta per aprire anche un giappocinese, e poi ci sono tre bar, una paninoteca, perfino un qebab. Nemmeno troppo unto. Ma lui non ci va. Il cibo se lo fa consegnare in cella, come un carcerato. Anche prendere l’ascensore deve sembrargli una distrazione fatale. Un’avventura in terre sconosciute. Ordina tutto on line: i vestiti, la pizza e lo smacchiatore per pulire le macchie di pizza sui vestiti.

Non entra in un negozio da mesi. All’angolo c’è una libreria, ma i libri li compra su Amazon, così ogni libro fa sessanta chilometri su un camion evitando a lui la fatica di fare trenta metri a piedi. A suo modo, è un recordman: facendosi portare tutto a casa, riesce a provocare un impatto ambientale devastante rimanendo perfettamente fermo…

Non cucina. Nemmeno due uova al tegamino, o un piatto di pasta al burro. Cento generazioni di italiani, prima di lui, hanno cucinato. In questo paese, con tutti i suoi difetti, la cucina è stata per secoli il cuore palpitante di ogni casa. Lui no, non cucina. Niente pentola con l’acqua che bolle, niente cipolla che sfrigola, il solo segno del cibo, in casa sua, è il citofono che suona.

Come volete che stia, uno così? Di buon umore? Ben disposto verso il suo prossimo? Con i pensieri bene ossigenati? Ma no, ovviamente sta male. È di cattivo umore. Diffidente. Per forza poi, scrive sui social le cazzate che scrive. Volete che scriva l’Infinito di Leopardi? E come fa, se l’ermo colle che il guardo esclude, bene che vada è il davanzale della sua cameretta, con vista sul davanzale del condominio di fronte dove uno o una uguale a lui digita tutto il santo giorno le stesse cazzate? Se scendessero in strada, lui e il dirimpettaio, almeno potrebbero guardarsi negli occhi, oppure darsi una manica di botte. A scelta. Insomma avere un contatto umano…

Quello che ha consegnato le pizze in bicicletta, almeno, la strada la conosce. Quello che la pizza l’ha ordinata, rischia di non conoscere più niente. Nemmeno il rumore dei suoi passi per le scale.

Se l’uomo che ha ordinato la pizza si affaccia per un attimo alla finestra, vede arrivare il ragazzo in bicicletta che gli porta la pizza. Il ragazzo sta cantando. Quando si pedala, spesso si canta. Sta cantando una canzone di Gaber: “C’è solo la strada su cui puoi contare, la strada è l’unica salvezza. Perché il giudizio universale non passa per le case, le case dove noi ci nascondiamo. Bisogna ritornare nella strada. La strada per conoscere chi siamo.

- Michele Serra

[europeas20]

Discover Florence on Two Wheels: Exploring by Bicycle

Exploring Florence by bicycle is a great way to see the city at a leisurely pace and take in all the sights. Here is a possible itinerary for a day of biking in Florence:#FlorenceMagic #ArtisticFlorence #HistoricFlorence #FlorenceWonders #ExploreFlorence Morning: Start your day at the Piazzale Michelangelo, a scenic overlook that offers panoramic views of Florence. From there, rent a bicycle from one of the many rental shops in the area. Head down the hill and cross the Ponte alle Grazie bridge, which offers stunning views of the Arno River and the city. Once on the other side of the river, take a leisurely ride along the Lungarno degli Acciaiuoli, which is lined with beautiful buildings and leads to the historic center of Florence. Lunch: For lunch, head to the Mercato Centrale, a vibrant indoor market that offers a variety of food options. You can choose from a variety of stalls offering everything from pizza and pasta to sushi and sandwiches.

Afternoon: After lunch, continue your bike tour by heading to the historic center of Florence. Take a ride around the Piazza della Signoria, which is home to the Palazzo Vecchio and the Loggia dei Lanzi, two iconic landmarks of Florence.

From there, head to the Duomo, one of the most famous landmarks in the city. Take a leisurely ride around the Piazza del Duomo, which is home to the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the Baptistery of San Giovanni, and the Campanile di Giotto. After that, take a ride to the Oltrarno district, which is known for its artisan workshops and traditional crafts. Take a stroll through the narrow streets and admire the beautiful architecture and unique shops.

Evening: - For dinner, head to the Santo Spirito neighborhood, which is full of charming restaurants and bars. The area has a bohemian vibe and is popular with locals and tourists alike. - After dinner, take a ride along the Arno River at sunset, which offers stunning views of the city. Finish off your day by riding back up to Piazzale Michelangelo for a final panoramic view of Florence. Of course, this is just one possible itinerary, and there are many other places to explore by bicycle in Florence. But hopefully, this gives you a good starting point for planning your own biking tour of the city. Enjoy your ride! Hotels and Hostels in Florence Booking.com is available in 43 languages and offers more than 28 million reported accommodation listings, including over 6.6 million homes, apartments, and other unique places to stay. TripAdvisor is the world’s largest travel guidance platform. With more than 1 billion reviews and opinions of nearly 8 million businesses, travelers turn to Tripadvisor to find deals on accommodations, and book experiences. Klook is a booking platform on which travelers can book hotels, cars, tours and activities, tickets to attractions, and shows at great prices.

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[brookston]

Holidays 12.19

Holidays

Advocacy Day (Ukraine)

Almanack Day

Bantha Appreciation Day (Star Wars)

Build a Snowman Day

A Christmas Carol Day

Digital Twin Day

E-Mail Santa Claus Just in Case He Didn't Get Your Letter Day [ mailroom ] 

Fiesta of Santo Tomas begins (Guatemala; until 25th)

Gender Critical Coming Out Day

Goa Liberation Day (India)

Holly Day

I've Got My Big Guy Fat Pants On Day

Liberation Day (Goa)

Look for an Evergreen Day

Mitch Marner Day (Canada)

National Emo Day

National Harry Day

National Heroes & Heroines Day (Anguilla)

Olive Day (French Republic)

Robinson Crusoe Rescue Day

Thorn Cutting Ceremony (Glastonbury, Somerset, UK)

Yuletide Lad #8 arrives (Skyrgamur or Skyr-Gobbler; Iceland)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Pizza Day

Cream Liqueur Day

Currant Buns Day (UK)

National Hard Candy Day

National Oatmeal Muffin Day

3rd Tuesday in December

Christmas Cookie House Day [3rd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Børge (a.k.a. Republic of Libri; Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Republic of Lakotah (Declared; 2007) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adam (Christian; Saint)

Anastasius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Asgard Day (Pagan)

The Bee (Muppetism)

Bernard Valeara (Christian; Saint)

Cavendish (Positivist; Saint)

Dalek Remembrance Day (Pastafarian)

Feast of Goddess of Sankrant (Hindu)

Juventas Festival (Ancient Rome)

Lillian Trasher (Episcopal Church)

Lorenzo di Medici Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Nathan Oliveira (Artology)

Nemesion (Christian; Saint)

Opalia (Celebrating Ops, the old Roman Mother Earth)

O Radix Jesse (3rd O Antiphon or Great Advent Antiphon; Christian) [O Root of Jesse; 3 of 7]

Robot Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Saint Nicholas Day (Eastern Christian) [Ukraine]

Samthann of Meath (Christian; Saint)

Urban V, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [49 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 353 [71 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 58 of 60)

Premieres

The Aristocats (Animated Disney Film; 1980)

Babes in Toyland (TV Movie; 1986)

Bars of Steal or The Hard Cell (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 136; 1961)

Being There (Film; 1979)

Blue Suede Shoes, recorded by Carl Perkins (Song; 1955)

Boris Badenov and His Friends? (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 135; 1961)

Captain Blood (Film; 1935)

A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens (Novella; 1843)

A Clockwork Orange (Film; 1971)

Deal or No Deal (TV game Show; 2005)

The Fellowship of the Ring (Film; 2001) [Lord of the Rings #1]

From All of Us to All of You (Animated Disney TV Christmas Special; 1958)

Judgment at Nuremberg (Film; 1961)

Kramer vs. Kramer (Film; 1979)

Laughing Boy:A Navajo Love Story, by Oliver La Farge (Novel; 1929)

The Little Drummer Boy (Xmas Song; 1958)

Little Shop of Horrors (Film; 1986)

The Man with the Golden Gun (UK Film; 1974) [James Bond #9]

Mary Poppins Returns (Film; 2018)

Mona Lisa Smile (Film; 2003)

Monsters, Inc. (Animated Pixar Film; 2012)

More Kittens (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (Film; 2014)

9 to 5 (Film; 1980)

People Are Bunny (WB MM Cartoon; 1959)

Platoon (Film; 1986)

Porky in the North Woods (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Punch Trunk (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

Raging Bull (Film; 1980)

Seems Like Old Times (Film; 1980)

Song of the Sea (Animated Film; 2014)

A Symposium on Popular Songs (Disney Cartoon; 1962)

The Tale of Desperaux (Animated Film; 2008)

Titanic (Film; 1997)

Tomorrow Never Dies (US Film; 1997) [James Bond #18]

Topaz (Film; 1969)

Yes Man (Film; 2008)

Zero Dark Thirty (Film; 2012)

Today’s Name Days

Benjamin, Susanne (Austria)

Anastazije, Eva, Tea, Urban, Vladimir (Croatia)

Ester (Czech Republic)

Nemesius (Denmark)

Maarius, Mairo, Mario (Estonia)

Iikka, Iiro, Iisakki, Isko (Finland)

Urbain (France)

Benjamin, Susanna (Germany)

Aglaia, Aris (Greece)

Viola (Hungary)

Dario (Italy)

Jordisa, Lelde, Minjona, Sarmis (Latvia)

Darijus, Gerdvilas, Rimantė (Lithuania)

Isak, Iselin (Norway)

Abraham, Beniamin, Dariusz, Gabriela, Mścigniew, Nemezjusz, Tymoteusz, Urban (Poland)

Aglaia, Bonifatie, Grichentie, Trifon (Romania)

Judita (Slovakia)

Darío, Eva (Spain)

Isak (Sweden)

Boniface, Mecheslav, Mecheslava (Ukraine)

Daria, Darian, Darien, Dario, Darion, Darius, Haysten (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 353 of 2024; 12 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 51 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 22 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 7 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 7 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 6 Jumada II 1445

J Cal: 23 Zima; Twosday [23 of 30]

Julian: 6 December 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 17 Bichat (13th Month) [Cavendish]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 88 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 28 of 30)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 12.19

Holidays

Advocacy Day (Ukraine)

Almanack Day

Bantha Appreciation Day (Star Wars)

Build a Snowman Day

A Christmas Carol Day

Digital Twin Day

E-Mail Santa Claus Just in Case He Didn't Get Your Letter Day [ mailroom ] 

Fiesta of Santo Tomas begins (Guatemala; until 25th)

Gender Critical Coming Out Day

Goa Liberation Day (India)

Holly Day

I've Got My Big Guy Fat Pants On Day

Liberation Day (Goa)

Look for an Evergreen Day

Mitch Marner Day (Canada)

National Emo Day

National Harry Day

National Heroes & Heroines Day (Anguilla)

Olive Day (French Republic)

Robinson Crusoe Rescue Day

Thorn Cutting Ceremony (Glastonbury, Somerset, UK)

Yuletide Lad #8 arrives (Skyrgamur or Skyr-Gobbler; Iceland)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Chocolate Pizza Day

Cream Liqueur Day

Currant Buns Day (UK)

National Hard Candy Day

National Oatmeal Muffin Day

3rd Tuesday in December

Christmas Cookie House Day [3rd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Børge (a.k.a. Republic of Libri; Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Republic of Lakotah (Declared; 2007) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adam (Christian; Saint)

Anastasius I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Asgard Day (Pagan)

The Bee (Muppetism)

Bernard Valeara (Christian; Saint)

Cavendish (Positivist; Saint)

Dalek Remembrance Day (Pastafarian)

Feast of Goddess of Sankrant (Hindu)

Juventas Festival (Ancient Rome)

Lillian Trasher (Episcopal Church)

Lorenzo di Medici Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Nathan Oliveira (Artology)

Nemesion (Christian; Saint)

Opalia (Celebrating Ops, the old Roman Mother Earth)

O Radix Jesse (3rd O Antiphon or Great Advent Antiphon; Christian) [O Root of Jesse; 3 of 7]

Robot Awareness Day (Pastafarian)

Saint Nicholas Day (Eastern Christian) [Ukraine]

Samthann of Meath (Christian; Saint)

Urban V, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [49 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 353 [71 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 58 of 60)

Premieres

The Aristocats (Animated Disney Film; 1980)

Babes in Toyland (TV Movie; 1986)

Bars of Steal or The Hard Cell (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 136; 1961)

Being There (Film; 1979)

Blue Suede Shoes, recorded by Carl Perkins (Song; 1955)

Boris Badenov and His Friends? (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 135; 1961)

Captain Blood (Film; 1935)

A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens (Novella; 1843)

A Clockwork Orange (Film; 1971)

Deal or No Deal (TV game Show; 2005)

The Fellowship of the Ring (Film; 2001) [Lord of the Rings #1]

From All of Us to All of You (Animated Disney TV Christmas Special; 1958)

Judgment at Nuremberg (Film; 1961)

Kramer vs. Kramer (Film; 1979)

Laughing Boy:A Navajo Love Story, by Oliver La Farge (Novel; 1929)

The Little Drummer Boy (Xmas Song; 1958)

Little Shop of Horrors (Film; 1986)

The Man with the Golden Gun (UK Film; 1974) [James Bond #9]

Mary Poppins Returns (Film; 2018)

Mona Lisa Smile (Film; 2003)

Monsters, Inc. (Animated Pixar Film; 2012)

More Kittens (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (Film; 2014)

9 to 5 (Film; 1980)

People Are Bunny (WB MM Cartoon; 1959)

Platoon (Film; 1986)

Porky in the North Woods (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Punch Trunk (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

Raging Bull (Film; 1980)

Seems Like Old Times (Film; 1980)

Song of the Sea (Animated Film; 2014)

A Symposium on Popular Songs (Disney Cartoon; 1962)

The Tale of Desperaux (Animated Film; 2008)

Titanic (Film; 1997)

Tomorrow Never Dies (US Film; 1997) [James Bond #18]

Topaz (Film; 1969)

Yes Man (Film; 2008)

Zero Dark Thirty (Film; 2012)

Today’s Name Days

Benjamin, Susanne (Austria)

Anastazije, Eva, Tea, Urban, Vladimir (Croatia)

Ester (Czech Republic)

Nemesius (Denmark)

Maarius, Mairo, Mario (Estonia)

Iikka, Iiro, Iisakki, Isko (Finland)

Urbain (France)

Benjamin, Susanna (Germany)

Aglaia, Aris (Greece)

Viola (Hungary)

Dario (Italy)

Jordisa, Lelde, Minjona, Sarmis (Latvia)

Darijus, Gerdvilas, Rimantė (Lithuania)

Isak, Iselin (Norway)

Abraham, Beniamin, Dariusz, Gabriela, Mścigniew, Nemezjusz, Tymoteusz, Urban (Poland)

Aglaia, Bonifatie, Grichentie, Trifon (Romania)

Judita (Slovakia)

Darío, Eva (Spain)

Isak (Sweden)

Boniface, Mecheslav, Mecheslava (Ukraine)

Daria, Darian, Darien, Dario, Darion, Darius, Haysten (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 353 of 2024; 12 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 51 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 22 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Jia-Zi), Day 7 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 7 Teveth 5784

Islamic: 6 Jumada II 1445

J Cal: 23 Zima; Twosday [23 of 30]

Julian: 6 December 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 17 Bichat (13th Month) [Cavendish]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 88 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 28 of 30)

[fredborges98]

A mentira é uma falácia!

As três pontas do Iceberg do atual governo ditatorial de esquerda.

Uma justa homenagem as catadoras de chumbinho, na maioria trabalhadoras, donas de casa,mulheres e negras descendentes de Maria Felipa líder da independência da Bahia e seu feito de ter queimado 40 naus portuguesas, a Ladeira da Preguiça em Salvador na Bahia de todos os Santos, baiano é tudo,menos preguiçoso!

A minha, nossa ilha de Itaparica na cidade de Itaparica das minhas idas e vindas entre a UFBA- Bom Despacho-Ilha por 12 anos, das minhas "escapadas" entre intervalos com ex- namoradas, das águas batidas no cais, dos saveiros, dos tamancos de madeira,do João das Botas,guiando-se todos, homens, mulheres e barcos, em harmonia na escuridão e na luz da lua e das estrelas e por fim, mas não menos importante, a João Ubaldo Ribeiro, homem simples, de conversa fácil, no bar do Espanha, do Restaurante Pigalle e suas deliciosas pizzas,caldeirada de Lula e Bacalhau a Gomes de Sá, ambos localizados no Calçadão do Igreja Matriz de São Lourenço.

Por: Fred Borges

O populismo de esquerda no Brasil é uma ditadura.

Disfarçada de democracia, mas continua ditadura.

Conteúdo e coerência caminham de mãos dadas!

A ditadura de gênero é uma das pontas do Iceberg eleitoreiro, populista e ditatorial.

Outra ponta do Iceberg é a ditadura de classes onde as classes, ditas de minoria, são promovidas, por exemplo, por cotas raciais que significam migalhas

(importantes)desta falsa e pretensa argumentação e sustentação ditatorial.

A ditadura da esquerda se mantém também por outra ponta do Iceberg, a ditadura dos advogados e juízes, direito e leis que os alimentam,estes representados pela sua máxima representação, sem representatividade real,pelas aparências: a Suprema Corte do país ou STF.

Uma exogeinidade, é um falsete de 11 ímpares, parias pareados, quando divergentes, isolados, quando convergentes tornam unanimidade cega e burra, cuja única sobriedade e seriedade " low profile" são seus hábitos, eles não os fazem monges ,nunca foram monges na prática ou sapiência criada e cartelizada ou corporativa , construída em bases cínicas e hipócritas da política fisiológica e clientelista, corrupta por assim dizer,adjetivo insubstituível ou sem nenhuma possibilidade eufêmica, propensa a desvios perigosos ditos democráticos cuja obra provisória virou definitiva, por tempo indefinido, perpétuo e por indicação,nunca vocação ou missão, constituindo-se em justificar pela legalização do mal pelo bem "maior" ou bem da "maioria".

Esta contrasta com a endogeinidade, criada dentro do sistema.

Mas o SISTEMA tem destas coisas, mutável, adaptável, mutante para sobreviver as guinadas para esquerda, centro e direita.

Este mesclar, entre a exogeinidade e endogeinidade constitui- se no próprio SISTEMA atual, revigorado com a volta do "velho-novo" corrupto e ladrão, que se justifica pelas suas bases inclusivas e reparadoras e se notabiliza pela ascensão ao poder do "povo" pelo " ovócito que virou ovo em fecundação e devoção a Santa Corrupção, embora nunca se torne Pinto ou A.C. Magalhães é representante dos ideais e práticas,mas tudo "junto e misturado"expressão importada da Bahia, não passa de uma grande mentira ou falamentira ou mentirosa falácia fala.

Carne verde cortada com unha do dedo do pé, enrolado foleado e esfolado digital, virtual, on-line, voto eletrônico, urna eletrônica fenomenal,pela mão de quatro dedos, e disponível e acessível a quem pagar mais pela venda do produto na gôndola do Atacadão político - eleitoral.

O sistema de cotas fere o princípio da meritocracia, que se baseia no trabalho, no esforço individual e coletivo em fornecer democraticamente todos os meios educacionais e universais, de dados, informações, conhecimento e desenvolvimento da inteligência cognitiva e intuitiva a todos, todas as camadas populacionais,ter ou conquistar acesso a ascenção não só acadêmica, mas econômica e social, daqueles que tornaram transparente sangue em suor ou vice-versa.

O que é hoje uma inclusão é o "resto do prato do imperador ou ditador" que faz deste resto, coitadinhos, coitados,

chumbinhos

catados pelas cartadoras na praia da ilha de Itaparica,açoitados, castrados, cotados,um troféu da banalização e desqualificação da educação pelo nivelamento por baixo e ladeira abaixo da Preguiça.

Abaixo a preguiça!

Logo o que temos não foi uma ascenção das " minorias", mas uma fatia cedida dos que realmente sempre tiveram no poder para os " domesticados cidadãos" não se fazerem de rogados e reinvidicarem o que por mérito, por luta, por mobilização, seriam parcela ou pedaço por direito desta minoria, calando assim a boca da cidadã ou cidadão ou mesmo anestesiando ou imobilizando parte significativa daqueles que representariam mudanças reais para sociedade brasileira.

A parte que te cabe deste latifúndio!

A democracia não é dada, ela é conquistada!

Democracia é guerra!

A ponta do Iceberg do gênero,"murro em ponta de faca", é outra ponta que é baseada em falsos princípios e práticas, mulheres e homens não são semelhantes, nunca fomos e nunca seremos, e isto não se constitui uma divisão em alusão ao discurso " mamão", um dito retrocesso, mas, antes de tudo, uma soma, uma complementaridade necessária para homens e mulheres constituírem famílias e famílias serem a base de sustentação ética e moral de uma sociedade, quando e quanto menos a base de sobrevivência civilizatória e perpetuação da vida.

Cala boca cidadã ou cidadão! Aqui não! Circulando, circulando...! Já!

Quanto mais a esquerda separa, segmenta, divide, " faz parecer que homens e mulheres são semelhantes, mais esta falsa semelhança afasta estes dois lados, tornando a base da convivência dicotômica, adversa, repulsiva e a independência relacional e com vivência de conviver, uma anátema, ou uma apologia do paradoxo aliciante, alienante,alateral conjugal, do homem e mulher tidos "modernos".

O que vemos é um dispêndio ou desperdício de recursos públicos e humanos para patrocinar uma " igualdade social" que nunca existiu e nem nunca existirá e no lugar de criar soluções, criam divisões ou estratagemas para estratificações; espelhos quebrados em milhões de pedaços para justificar pretensa " conquistas sociais", mais uma vez uma falamentira da gestão pública, entregue ás favas da política demagógica da esquerda militante, das milícias ou traficantes ou meliantes, líderes comunitários teleguiados ou comprados nas comunidades de plantão, nos CRAS e CREAS dos municipios, do Estado Paralelo, entregue a um projeto que mantém uma elite que não aparece ou " low profile" para políticos postiços ou juizes "high profile" que se vestem de vermelho ou preto, mas sentem ou se percebem terem sangue verde ou azul.

Incompetência é a palavra que muitos não querem pronunciar, dada a realidade nua e crua.

Somos cobrados por alcançarmos nossos objetivos e metas no mundo real, por nossos resultados, por nossa competitividade,

efetividade, produtividade, afetividade relacional,cognitiva cognição comportamental, convivência social, em tornar diferentes, complementares, de forma sistêmica e sinérgica e assim sermos e atuarmos como time.

Assim é uma equipe!

O governo atual é um desgoverno, um governo de aparências, pura incompetência,nada mais, muito pela metástase e do embuste de conquistas pelo nivelamento por baixo!

Qual o mérito de uma mulher ganhar o mesmo do homem, por exemplo no futebol, se ela não gera a maior lucratividade ou liquidez ou rentabilidade ao grupo econômico; base de sustentação, que no mesmo time no segmento masculino?

Qual a justificativa para terem o mesmo salário?

Salário no futebol é visibilidade do time, na mídia, é retorno de patrocínio ou de patrocinadores, vendas realizadas, lucro auferido e contalibilizado, afinal são eles que pagam a conta!

No final não tem almoço de graça!

No final, as velhas perguntas sempre formuladas ou reformuladas, mas na essência sempre semelhantes, polêmicas,aviltantes para alguns e provocadoras para poucos, cujo teor é e sempre será existencial:

Luxúria, luxo, riqueza a longo prazo ou amor a curto prazo?

Estabilidade ou paixão?

Prisão ou liberdade?

Razão ou emoção?

"O amor venceu!" e ele é lindo e que maravilha!

É Mara? Maravilha?

E você "comeu este alface" do goleiro "mão de alface"?

Agora vai o governo e cria "pontes artificiais de igualdade", onde sempre uns são mais iguais que outros*, com o dinheiro do contribuinte, patrocinando com o dinheiro do mesmo contribuinte e sem bases meritocráticas as mulheres ou no exemplo específico o futebol feminino!

Ele, governo, além de oficializar uma artificialidade, falsidade, com bases hipócritas e cínicas, demagógicas, está " desviando" verbas ou demovendo ou desmotivando a sociedade, pelo contra exemplo, a lutar individualmente e coletivamente por suas conquistas.

Nestas três pontas do Iceberg,o eleitor ou eleitora nada mais é que um fantoche ou marionete operada por remendos aos "vazamentos" ou " rachaduras" na panela de pressão social,

"vazamentos" ou " rachaduras" estes, de uma sociedade que consolida pelo voto e é consolada com condolências, " tapinhas nas costas"por migalhas jogadas aos pombos da praça, para o povo, população cidadã, cidadão, cão vira- lata de codinome caramelo, adestrado pela esquerda populista, proctológica, ditatorial no toque retal populacional!!

*“Os animais são todos iguais, mas uns são mais iguais do que outros.” A frase é de George Orwell, no livro: A Revolução dos Bichos, uma crítica evidente às sociedades que promovem a defesa estética da igualdade enquanto, na verdade, colocam em prática a clara estratificação social entre uns e outros, os que merecem o rigor e pudor meritocrático.

[thehungrykat1]

One World Deli Opens Biggest Branch in San Juan City

One World Deli opened its latest and biggest branch in San Juan City last August 7, 2023 with a resounding celebration. The event welcomed more than 200 guests who gathered to partake in a night of delectable indulgence and culinary education.

One World Deli San Juan is located at The Corner House, C.M. Recto St., cor. P. Guevarra St. One World Deli is part of PYC Foods Corporation, which is the company behind such food concepts as Pardon My French, One World Butchers, Fleur, and soon-to-open Japanese concept, Tokugawa.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as attendees, including San Juan Mayor Francis Zamora, walked into the space marked by various pods, from meats, to seafood, and more. The grand opening, a testament to the deli's commitment to excellence, promised a sneak peek into the remarkable offerings that awaited the eager public. Jun Sy, the man behind One World Deli, kicked off the night with a few words of welcome as guests gathered around the deli floor. 

A highlight of the evening was the unique opportunity to engage with experts from various fields, whose items are available on the deli shelves and counters. Among them were Christian Schmidradner of SeaTrace International, Nicolo Durian of Pedro Farms, chef John Lees of The Tattooed Baker, Jamir Ocampo of Tsaa Laya, Michael Harris Conlin of Henry & Sons, chocolate expert Christian Valdes, Gelato Manila’s Zarah Manikan, One World Deli’s own Ian Santos for wine and Nadine Howell for pasta and pizza, as well as Ana Niguidula and Pia Sy of For Keeps. 

As the evening unfolded, tantalizing aromas wafted through the air, offering a preview of the gourmet treasures that One World Deli San Juan had in store. Those in attendance sampled a selection of meats which were handpicked by meat experts Vicky Lauchengco and chef Migs Gianan.

While at the Seafood Bar, Irish Gallagher oysters and fresh yellowfin tuna from SeaTrace were in abundance. Libations were aplenty at the Top Tipples area, where AWC Philippines poured glasses of their fine wines, while Fever Tree, KMV Cruxland, and Perrier presented a selection of gin and mixers. Asahi, Heineken, and Monkey Eagle also provided cold beers, and Fruit Garden served refreshing fresh juices.

Other partners that showed their support for One World Deli that evening included A Buzz from the Bees, Baken, Burrp, Cux Salt, Happy Brew, Hijo, Pili & Pino, The Tattooed Baker, Tierra de España, and Unang Gisa, amongst so many others.

The opening of their San Juan branch not only marked the expansion of One World Deli but also affirmed its status as a culinary destination that encapsulates good food, innovation, and community. With an unforgettable night of education, entertainment, and epicurean bliss, the event showcased the essence of One World Deli – where passion, flavor, and one’s love for food in all forms converge. Follow One World Deli on Facebook and Instagram: @oneworlddeli.

[botecodebolso]

Happy Hour no Bar Todos os Santos 21/07/2023

🍻🍕 Fala galera! Hoje vamos recomendar o Bar “Todos os Santos” 🍕🍻 Se você procura um lugar com ambiente descontraído e uma das melhores pizzas da cidade, então não pode perder a chance de conhecer o Bar “Todos os Santos”, localizado na Rua Tolentino Figueira, 45. 📍 Mas hoje, vamos destacar as promoções imperdíveis que eles oferecem para agitar o seu dia! 🍺 Promoção de Cervejas: Heineken:…

[norteenlinea]

Santo Bar de Pizzas: herencia porteña, masa madre e impronta gourmet

http://dlvr.it/SlMsqZ

[charminglyantiquated]

Helo i see you often mentioning florence here on tumblr, did you live there? I have to move there for work in a few weeks and i was wondering what it's like for foreigners

Hi! I haven't lived in Florence year-round, but before the pandemic, I'd spend winters there, during the off-season of my seasonal job. I love it, it's an incredible city!

I found it pretty easy to navigate as a foreigner, even my first winter there when I didn't speak any Italian beyond basic courtesies. It's a huge tourist destination, and therefore there's a ton of resources for visitors which you can refer to. (I'd definitely recommend Parola Scuola if you are looking for language classes - the professors are wonderful). I found people were generally friendly, neutral at worst, and I was able to find my way around public transit/grocery stores/etc without issue.

Florence is also a relatively small city (you can cross the historical center on foot in about 45 minutes) and a pretty safe one, outside the risk of pick-pocketing. I found that made the move there significantly less overwhelming - it didn't take long to get my bearings and feel comfortable. And the central train station is very well-connected to the rest of the country, making it easy to visit other cities once I was settled.

While you're there, here's a few of my favorite places! Mostly places to eat, because love is in the Good Food and having one or two reliably good places to get a coffee always helps me feel more at home.

La Cite and Biblioteca delle Oblate - One of the things I do miss while in Italy is the kind of cafe culture where you settle in and read/study/work for a while. Both of these library/bar/cafes are lovely places for that, and BdO has a beautiful view of the Duomo.

Da' Vinattieri - If you want to try lampredotto, this has my vote for the best in the city.

Gustapizza - some of the best pizza in the city, and pretty inexpensive; usually really crowded, so consider going on a nice day and eating in the nearby piazza.

Osteria Santo Spirito - Amazing homemade pasta, and affordable; you can order half-portions which are still very generous. Their truffle gnocchi is one of the best meals I have ever had.

I Dolci di Patrizio Cosi - my favorite pastry shop! The woman who is usually behind the counter is very kind. Try a marocchino and any of their pastries.

Street art! Not to sound like a broken record because this is 90% of what I post about Florence, but it has a really incredible community of artists, and genuinely one of my favorite things to do is just go for walks looking for new pieces. Dhai Studio on Via di S. Niccolò has stickers and framed works from some of the otherwise anonymous local artists!

The San'Ambrogio market for food and Piazza Annigoni for antiques/flea market are both a lot of fun to walk around.

On nice days people go to Piazza dei Pitti and sit in the sun.

Night bakeries - you can sometimes pick up hot-from-the-oven pastries before dawn after a long night out, just be quiet and respectful of the people sleeping in the surrounding buildings.

Good luck with the move! I hope it goes smoothly, and that you enjoy the time in Florence!

[emiwasabi]

Stalker: Part 1

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Mayans MC Tag list: @mrsstevenbuchananstark, @rose-bliss, @lyly00

“Angie,” Hank called, motioning for me to come over to the bar. I made sure to stamp on my ‘server’ face before making my way over.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Hank glanced at Nails, something like annoyance flashing across his face before it went back into ‘boss’ mode. “We need a bartender for Saturday. Got some Charters coming in and we could use the help.”

That explained the look. Nails had been canceling on shifts more often than not lately and it was beginning to be a pain in the ass for all of us.

“Uhm…” I hesitated. “Yeah, why not. I can work it.” I said after a beat. It’s not like I had any exciting plans; Netflix, pizza, and a fat joint was as crazy as it would get. “What time did you want me here to set up?”

“Let’s say 5.” Hank answered with a slight smile before nodding to the door. “Now get outta here, get some rest.”

He gave me a slight smile, the most expression I’ve seen from the man since starting this job two months ago.

Saturday came way too quick, even though I had a whole free day in between. It wasn’t that I was necessarily against a good party, but the Mayans partied a little bit more than I was used to. And while I’ve gotten used to the Mayans of Santo Padre, the other Charter were a different story.

I stalled as much as I could, making sure to take time picking the correct outfit; something that was sexy enough to get some nice tips but not enough that I’ll be mistaken for a club girl all night. After fifteen minutes of debate, I think I nailed it. Torn dark blue skinny jeans, slightly heeled black subtle cowgirl boots, and a low cut solid black shirt. Makeup was minimal and hair was pulled back into a french braid with a few pieces hanging in the front.

The bartenders and the Prospect were buzzing around like crazy. Getting the bar fully stocked, preparing the outside with strings of lights. I was just in the middle of chatting with EZ about the recent physiological thriller I was reading when the Templo door banged open. For once in what felt like forever, everyone seemed to be almost cheery. “Well, it’s good to see happy faces for once,” I joked. EZ nodded before calling over to his approaching brother.

“You know it’s desperate times when they name you El Secretario.” EZ said. I laughed along with Coco and Gilly before placing three cold beers in front of each.

Angel clicked his tongue in fake annoyance. “You should pay some more respect bro, don’t you have your patch vote coming up?” EZ didn’t take the bait, instead placing a hand on his older brother's shoulder in support.

“Nah, I’m proud of you bro.”

“Aww so sweet,” I cut in. “You want celebratory shots?”

Gilly agreed. “We should. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Hey Lacey?” I called to the girl currently stocking beers in the fridge. “Have you seen the tequila?”

She pointed to the back storage room. “In the back. Haven’t gotten to that yet.” She said with a slight huff, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” I turned to the boys. “I’ll be back.” I said, turning down EZ’s offer to help.

The storage room was cold and dark. Not the best place to hang out in except for busy nights like this. It felt relieving to be able to get away from the noise for a bit, take a couple of deep breaths and clear my head.

The peace was short lived however when I saw the navy blue envelope peeking out from between two boxes. My heart stopped for a second as terror washed thorugh me. It was like being doused with a bucket of ice cold water. I struggled through a couple of deep breaths, forcing my hands to pick up the envelope. There was a second of doubt, but the feel of the envelope and the neat print of my name on the front was unmistakable. He found me. Again.

The door to the supply room opened. I stuffed the note in my back pocket and tried to make myself look calm. EZ peaked his head through, eyes scanning the space before landing on me. “You good?”

“Yep, all good!” It was too cheery. I internally scolded myself when EZ’s eyebrows pinched together in suspicion.

“Okay. The bar could use a hand. One of the Charters just got here.” I started making my way out to the already loud main room. “You want me to grab the tequila?” EZ asked, already bending down to pick up the box.

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks EZ.” It was obvious that I was rattled. Thankfully we didn’t have time to talk about it because we both got swept up into the chaos of the party.

Six hours flew by faster than I expected. A majority of people were passed out or fucking someone or someones in the back bedroom. The girls and I got as much cleaned up as we could. The rest would be left to EZ since he was still a Prospect but the man took it good naturedly, even helping us tonight. It was clean enough for me to slip out, saying goodbye to a very drunk Bishop before hitting the road.

The apartment was, surprisingly, just as I had left it. No rose petals laying around or a bouquet of flowers. My dirty bowl still sat in the sink, leftovers that I forgot to put away on the counter, clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. That should have been comforting. But I’ve been down this road before. Just because the place looks untouched doesn’t mean the fucker wasn’t here. In fact, that was probably his first stop before the club house.

After a long and hot shower I changed into my comfies and cuddled up on the couch. The envelope was taunting me as I lit up the half smoked joint, taking a deep hit to try and tame the nerves. It started off as they always do:

“Dear Angie,

I see you’ve made your way to California. At least California is more entertaining than Wisconsin. The hiking is far superior here and I know you like the temperature. God knows you aren’t cut out for harsh winter. I have to say that I’m a bit surprised at the choice of town. Of all the possibilities out there, why not San Diego, San Francisco, LA? You could do so much better than this dump. This little border town is boring, at best, and If I’m being honest, beneath you. You’re young and beautiful. You should be living it up in nightclubs and rooftop bars, not slumming it with some dirty bikers.

Do you know the trash you work with? The criminal records for most of them should scare you half to death. Especially that one guy, EZ. I noticed you taking a liking to him. Sure the quiet demeanor might fool most people but I can see the monster underneath. It would be in your best interest to distance yourself from the likes of them.

How long did you think you would be able to hide from me? As much as I’m a fan of the cat and mouse games, there must be an endpoint. I mean, how long can you take the stress? You barely sleep these days. This week alone, you maybe got 4 or 5 a night.

I love you. And I’ll continue to love you no matter where you run off to or how much you reject it. I’ll be watching.

Yours Truly,

Andrew”

The bile climbed up automatically, leaving me just enough time to make it to the sink. I groaned as the last of dinner went down the drain.

Tears of desperation piled up, overflowing before I could keep it together. Next thing I know, I’m back on the couch, clutching a pillow and sobbing it all out. The desperation and fear and anger all raging through me, cycling a different feeling out every second.

Two months of freedom. Of not having to look over my shoulder every second of the day, not worrying about doing something to piss him off, not thinking about how he has most definitely gone through every one of my things at some point.

It was the quickest he had ever found me. Ironic considering that this was the first place that I felt truly comfortable. The town was cute, the apartment was functional, and work was going well. My low-key, ‘keep your head down’ nature was good for the club and the guys were relatively nice. Bishop could be a grump but I just made sure to give him extra space when needed. I have to admit, they could be pretty entertaining on any given day. Not too bad to look at either. Even if it was from a distance.

The letter sat on the table, that stupid neat handwriting taunting me. I have to move. The thought popped up suddenly, leaving no doubt in my mind. Sure he would find me again, he always did, but it would take some time. That extra time was worth uprooting my life for the 18th or 20th time.

I stared at the stacks of moving boxes, thinking that it was a good thing I never fully unpacked them. Leaving should be easy. A couple hours of sleep and I should be able to get out of Santo Padre before the end of the day tomorrow. There was still the issue of my paycheck. I had the tips from the last couple of shifts but there’s no way I could afford to leave without it.

Between the shift and the cry fest I was exhausted. So with my final decision made, I layed fully out on the couch, drifting off to sleep.

[bellisperennis0]

Girl Next Door

Word Count: 2,445

Warnings: None

A/N: Trying to finish up stories I started and abandoned. This is kind of on the longer side. As always Thank You for reading and Enjoy! ❤️  GIF credit to @angels-reyes​

Making the long drive from Arizona to Santo Padre was draining and you were ecstatic when you pulled into the driveway of your new home. Sliding out of the truck you make your way up to the front door. Going in you do a quick walk through to make sure everything was okay, and then made the dreaded walk back outside to your packed moving truck.

Opening the back of the truck you throw your head back and grumble, seeing all your stuff you will need to unpack. As you were trying to sort out what to take in first you catch someone walking in your direction from the corner of your eye. Turning to see who was approaching, you notice two men, covered in tattoo’s, walking in your direction.

“Hey chica, you the new neighbor?” the shorter of the two asks.

“Guess that’s me, names [y/n].” you introduce yourself.

“I’m Coco, this is Angel. We live next door.” He says, his eyes never leaving you.

“Do you need any help?” the taller of the two, who you just learned is named Angel, asks. “If you two don’t mind, that would really be amazing.” You tell them.

After unloading the truck, the three of you were out back enjoy some pizza and beers and the cool Santo Padre night. “Thank you again, guys. That would have taken me all night to do. I really appreciate it.” You tell them.

“No worries, chica. Whenever you need anything, you know where to find us.” Coco lets you know and you just give him a smile. “I definitely owe you two a decent meal, once I am all settled. Something better then pizza and beers.” You chuckle. Angel leans back in his chair, “I’m holding you to that, querida.” He tells you, and you chuckle.

Just then Angel’s phone rings. The second he mentions ‘Pres’, Coco is up and out his seat. “Is that your cue you gotta go?” you chuckle lightly. “Unfortunately.” Coco tells you.

Angel hangs up his phone, “We got a run tonight, over the border. Sorry we gotta go [y/n].” he tells you. “That’s okay! Thank you again for all the help. Please be careful!” you give Angel and Coco a smile, which they nod and smile back before they head out.

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You have been in Santo Padre for almost two weeks now and had finally decided to get out and explore the town some. When you arrived home you were surprised to see a couple boxes sitting at your front door. Looking at them they were the last couple pieces you needed to finish up your home. Going to lift them to take them inside, you quickly realize that there was no way you would be able to on your own and will need some help.

Peering over next door you see a motorcycle sitting in the driveway, either Coco or Angel were home. Last thing you wanted to do was be that needy neighbor, but you were left with no other choice.

Going over you knock on the front door. A few seconds later it opens to expose a shirtless Coco standing before you. You couldn’t help your eyes from wondering and taking in all his tattoos, you have never seen so many on one person.

“Hey, chica. What’s up?” Coco’s voice brings you back to reality. Looking up you see Coco standing there smiling.

“Uh….Yeah….Hi….Sorry! I’m not bothering you am I?” you stumble over your words.

“Not at all. What’s going on?” he asks you again.

“I, uh, I got a couple boxes while I was out and there is no way I could bring them inside by myself. Can I bother you for some help?” you ask shyly.

Coco just flashes you a smile, “Let me get some clothes on and I’ll be right over.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, Coco. I really appreciate this.” You tell him before walking off the porch heading across the lawn to your place, “No worries, chica.” He says before going back inside.

Coco had helped you carry both boxes into your home. Once they were inside you told him you were okay on your own and he was free to go, but he insisted on helping you build the book shelf and TV console. What should have only taken you two a couple hours, has now lingered into the early morning.

“Coco it’s late. Honestly you don’t have to stay and help. I can get this done tomorrow.” You tell him as you walk back into the living room handing him another beer. “No, no querida. This has now gotten personal with this goddamn book self. I will not go out like this.” He tells you, you can see the pure determination in his face.

You take a seat next to him on the floor, “well can I at least help.” You ask him.

“Can you please read these damn instructions to me?” you chuckle as you take the instructions from him.

“There are no instructions, it’s just pictures.” You tell him as you flip through the pages.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Coco practically yells out. “I follow the god damn pictures like it shows, but how the fuck do I have all these god damn pieces still left.” He throws his hands up in frustration, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay…we’ll get this done. I will not let the big bad biker be defeated by a bookshelf.” You tell him trying not to laugh at how flustered he was getting over this.

“You think this is funny don’t you?” he asks trying to hide his smile.

“Not going to lie. It is pretty comical seeing you all flustered.” You say.

“Laugh it up querida, see if I help you ever again.”

It was almost three in the morning, you and Coco standing in the middle of the living room admiring the now finished book shelf. Leaning your head slightly to one side, “I mean it’s kind of crooked, but I’ll just add less stuff on that side.” You say, trying not to laugh.

“Oh shut up!” Coco says nudging your shoulder gently, causing you to burst out laughing.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece!” he says, still admiring his handy work.

“You’re right. It looks pretty good. Thank you again, Coco.” You tell him, placing your hand on his arm.

He looks down at your hand and then back up at you. “Anything for you querida.” You just give him a smile.

“I should go, before you have me build something else.” He says heading towards your front door.

“Thank you again, Coco.” You follow him towards the front door. He surprises you when he leans over and places a kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, querida.” He gives you a wink and heads out the door.

“Good Night Coco.” You call out to him before he disappears next door.

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It was Friday night and you were currently waiting on your Uncle to come pick you up. You had been in town for over a month and only seen your Uncle once during that time. He was coming to pick you up to take you to the Clubhouse; there was a party going on and he wanted to introduce you to his ‘brothers.’

Walking into the Clubhouse, you take in the chaos before you. A bunch of men in Mayans MC Kuttes, half naked girls on their arms, smell of smoke wafting through the main room, music blaring and drinks flowing.

“Hey querida.” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. Turning you find Angel, with a confused look on his face.

“Angel?” you say, now looking as confused as he did.

“You’re Taza’s niece?” he asks you as he points between you and Taza.

“And you’re part of the MC? How have I missed the kutte?” You ask him as you gently pull on his kutte.

“Wait! You two know each other? Please tell me this one didn’t use his BS sweet talk to get you in bed.” Your Uncle Che asks you, you couldn’t help but laugh

“No, Uncle Che. Angel and Coco live next door.” you tell your Uncle.

Then it finally clicks, “wait, so does that mean Coco is in the MC as well?” you ask looking between Angel and Taza.

“Yeah. He’s somewhere around here.” Angel said as he began looking around the Clubhouse, you doing the same hoping to find Coco. It didn’t take you long to spot him at the other end of the room, girl in his lap, cigarette between his lips as he listens intently to whatever the female was whispering into his ear.

Angel called out for him and he looked up to see where Angel was, but quickly caught sight of you standing next to Angel. He gave you a quick smile and nod before whispering something into the female’s ear. She nodded and removed herself from his lap, making her way to another Mayan.

“Sweetheart, I want you to meet Bishop.” You Uncle taps your shoulder to get your attention. Turning you find a few more men in kuttes standing before you.

While your Uncle introduced each one, you gave them all a hug.

“And apparently you already know, Coco.” He says as you turn to now find Coco standing next to Angel, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, we’ve met.” You say returning his smile.

“Wait, is this the neighbor girl you two have been crushing over?” Gilly asks chuckling, causing Coco and Angel to shove him, and you to blush.

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You were currently having a great conversation with EZ who was tending the bar, when you felt a hand on the small of your back. Looking over you find Coco standing next to you.

“Hay stranger!” you say giving him a smile.

“Hey, you having a good time?” he asks you as he signals EZ for another beer.

“I am. You enjoying yourself?” you ask him, he just nods taking the beer EZ had placed in front of him.

“You think we can go outside and talk real fast?” he asks you, you can tell he was nervous.

“Of course” you tell him as you get up from the barstool, thanking EZ. Placing a gentle hand on your back he led you two outside. On your way you caught your Uncle Che glaring, you simply waved him off.

Making your way outside he guides you to the nearby sofa on the front porch. He takes a spot next to you.

“I just want to apologize for what you saw earlier?” he begins.

You furrow your brows in confusion, “You talking about the girl on your lap? No need to apologize Coco.” You tell him.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m that kind of guy.” He tells you as he takes out a cigarette lightening it up.

“Again, you don’t have to apologize.” You tell him giving him a smile.

Just then a younger girl came barging out of the Clubhouse, catching both you and Coco’s attention.

“Letty, you alright?” Coco asks as he got up from his spot on the sofa.

“I’ve been looking for you! I’m going to Gabbi’s, be back tomorrow.” She tells him as she approaches. She looks over at you.

“Hay what ever happened to that new neighbor girl you said you really liked and said you wanted to ask out. Haven’t heard much of her lately?” she asks him, you can see Coco’s cheeks turn a bright red causing you to laugh.

“Hi, I’m new neighbor girl.” You introduced yourself to Letty.

“I knew that, Angel told me you were here. I just like giving him a hard time.” She says placing a hand on Coco’s shoulder, chuckling.

“He really likes you. Won’t stop talking about you….” She began but was quickly interrupted by Coco.

“Alright, alright. Don’t you gotta go.” He says as he begins shoving her off the porch.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t try anything to sabotage the relationship” she continued as she tried her best to dodge Coco who was trying to get her to stop.

“Get out of here Letty!” he ordered. Satisfied that she had embarrassed Coco enough, she smiled and said her goodbye.

“Love you Coco, see you tomorrow.” She tells him, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “It was nice meeting you.” She says to you before heading out the yard.

Coco watched until Letty was out of the yard and then turned back to you, “what are you smiling about?” he asks you as he takes his seat next to you.

“I love seeing you smile.” You say as you turn to face him.

“Are you flirting with me?” he asks you, teasingly.

“Well isn’t that what you brought me out here to do, to flirt with me?” you ask teasing him back. He just chuckles.

“I guess you’re right.” He tells you as he takes a swig of his beer, trying to hide his smile.

“And just for the record, I really like you to.” You admit, slightly blushing.

He threw you off guard when he got up for his spot. You had figured you said something wrong, or something he didn’t quite like, and he was about to walk away. He then turned to you , hand out for you to grab.

“Come on. Take my hand. Trust me.” He tells you.

You narrow your eyes at him, contemplating whether or not to take his hand or if you wanted to make him work for it.

“I want to take you somewhere.” He then tells you as he can tell you were thinking about it.

“Okay.” You finally say as you place your hand in his. Taking your hand he gently pulls you from the sofa and walks you to his bike; handing you a spare helmet.

“Have her home before the sunrise.” You both hear someone say from the clubhouse, you both turn to see Taza standing there; a club hang around under his arm.

“Take care of her Coco.” He tells him.

Coco nods, “You got it Taza. She’s in good hands.” He tells him, before bringing the bike to life.

Blowing Taza a kiss, you watched as he made his way back inside.

“You ready?” Coco asks you as he gave your thigh a soft squeeze.

“Lets get out of here.” You say as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself as closely as you could get to him. You had no clue where he was taking you, but as long as you were with Coco, it really didn’t matter.

-xx

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It's the first time in years that you have a date, and you would be lying if you say that you aren't nervous, turning around in front of the mirror to check again how good that tight black dress fits your body. At first you were reticent to the idea, but Bishop has been insisting since he met you two months ago. When you threw over him a coffee, after being pushed by a rude customer in the cafeteria you work at.

Ready, sweetly perfumed and grabbing your bag and your jacket, you step out to the living room. Your five years old son is eating pizza on the sofa, while watching a cartoon movie on TV. You're worried of leaving him there, even if Grace is going to take care of him. She knows exactly where to find you in case something happened.

“Matt”. You call him, kneeling close to him. “Behave as the good little man you are, okay?”

“Yeah, mom. Have fun”. Wrapping your neck with his tiny arms, he leaves a short kiss in your lips.

“Te amo, mi chiquito”. You mumble, poking the tip of his nose.

Walking out of your house, by holding Bishop's arm, you can't help but feel excited for having some time with him with a bar between both and an awful boss with his eyes on you the whole shift. The man is happy too, showing it to you through the grin constantly installed on his face, guiding you to the black car stationed in front of your sidewalk. The moment he opens you the door, you know that he's pretty different from what you had heard about El Presidente of Mayans.

“Thank you”. You mumble for a second, taking a seat on the copilot place.

Talking about your day and some funny situation you have been through today, Bishop drives to the surrounds of Santo Padre, where a new mexican restaurant has opened a few weeks ago, close to the border.

It's such a nice place decorated with lights of all colors and typical stuff from Mexico, like poncho, big sparrow hats, katrinas and a lot of bottles of Don Julio. It has a huge and wide terrace, a crowded one with people from all around the both sides of the border, enjoying their dinner while talking. A bartender brings you to the booked table by Bishop on the last day, helping you to sit like a gentleman before taking a place in front of you.

“You like the site?”

“Yeah! It's really… beautiful. And it's the first time in, I don't know, like years that I don't have some time for me”. You confess them, while he intertwines his fingers with yours over the table. “Thank you. You know… for the date”.

“You don't have to. Sounds like I'm not going to have fun”.

His laugh infects you, shaking your head slightly before being interrupted by the same bartender, who has led you to your table minutes ago.

It's amazing how easy it is to open yourself to him, just like Bishop does. Since you sat there, you haven't stopped talking about everything. Work, hobbies, life, concerns about existence… You're not only discovering things about him, nice ones you must say, but about you too. Matt's father never let you talk this much, usually getting bored of whatever you like to speak about, or simply telling you not now, or I don't want to hear your shit. You have always felt off with him, until one day you decided to end that life of silence, of feeling small by his side, of living inhibited.

Now, it seems like you have a new opportunity with another man. A man who is respectful, who cares about you, about your son. A man who really looks like he wants to be with you. And even if you tried hard to not make illusions about it, you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but imagine how it would be to live under the same roof. How would be seeing Matt growing up with someone like Bishop.

But what feels like the perfect night is suspended by an unexpected call from Grace.

“Don't be scared, okay?”

You are already scared.

“Matt has fallen from the stairs. He's okay. He just has a bump, but we're in the hospital”.

Everything after that last word happens too fast. Bishop pays the bill and takes you to the car parked outside, driving quickly to the center town. Running through the hallways and dodging other people there, you find the waiting area.

Your son is sitting on Grace's lap, licking a lollipop and with his eyes reddened after crying. Throwing the sweet to the floor, he jumps to it to run towards you. Raising him up between your arms, you hold your kid against your chest as tight as you can.

“You okay, mijo?”

The man places a hand on the back of Matt's head, gently caressing it. He nods ashamed, resting his cheek against your chest.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Your son shakes his head this time, wrapping your neck with his arms covered by his pajamas. You can see Bishop taking off his jacket to put it over him, showing you a sincere smile, before going to talk with Grace.

“I'm sorry, mama”.

“It's okay, baby, don't worry”. You sigh, leaving a soft kiss on his temple.

You feel bad for the man, having failed to enjoy the night you promised him. Having to act like your chofer, to bring you back home. And you feel bad for the illusions you have made, breaking into pieces inside you. You don't blame Matt, or Grace. You couldn't and it wouldn't be fair. You blame yourself, being aware that you were the one who should be taking care of your son. Because, yes, that could happen to you two, but you wouldn't drag anyone else to it.

After tucking Matt in bed and waiting for him to be asleep, you leave his door half-closed, coming back downstairs to the living room. Bishop is having a look at your photographs together, around the years, around California and that time you went to Disney.

“He is finally sleeping”. You say, calling his attention.

“He feels good?”

Pressing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

“Listen… I'm so sorry about what happened. It's okay if you… don't wanna call me again, I would tot—”.

“And miss another adventure in the hospital?” He chuckles interrupting you, tilting his neck to a side. “This has been by far the best date I have ever had”.

You know he's just trying to add some humor to the night and you also know he's just trying to make you feel better, but that doesn't change the fact that you're aware he's not going to call you again, or to propose to you a second date.

“I have to leave, got to wake up early tomorrow”.

“Okay”.

With a hand on the back of your neck and another holding yours, he places his lips on your left cheek. A kiss that feels like a goodbye. Even if he shows you a last smile, you can't help but feel sad seeing him leaving your house.

Sitting on your sofa and pressing a cushion against your face, you let the tears filling your eyes wet the fabric. You don't want to wake up Matt, you don't want to make him feel bad for something that wasn't his fault.

Knocking on his door and opening it to find him reading a comic on his bed, you come in to caress his hair.

“Lunch is ready, baby”.

Tossing it over the mattress, he jumps off from it, to follow you to the kitchen. The bump is less swollen and he hasn't complained about it yet. Putting his plate full of macaroni with tomato and cheese in front of his face, you're about to sit too when the doorbell rings. Weirded out, you go to the entrance to attend the call by opening it.

Bishop turns around, taking off the sunglasses from his eyes, with a gentle smile drawn on his lips. You're surprised. And he's confused because of that.

“Can I come in?”

“Ye—Yeah”. You answer, taking some steps back to give him more space.

“How's him?”

“Feeling better. We just… started to eat lunch. Do you… wanna stay?”

You don't understand why he has come, but you're feeling again the tickles in your belly when he nods closing the door.

“Without counting yesterday, I'm not sure when it was the last time I ate something decent”.

Leaning towards you, he kisses your cheek again like last night. But this time, it feels different. It feels like you really have a second choice. And you can't help but hug him, with your arms around his middle back. Bishop chuckles embracing you without doubting, kissing your forehead before you hide your face under his chin.

“I was being serious last night, querida. I wouldn't let someone like you escape from me”.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil’s bars choose their customers for their politics as election nears

Unjabbed supporters of President Bolsonaro are banned from some pubs – but elsewhere fans can buy pizza named after him

[Image description: on the left, a sign outside the Cosmos Gastrobar in Curitiba tells unjabbed Bolsonaro supporters to stay away; on the right, Valmir Chaves in his Bolsonaro-themed restaurant in the Amazon town of Ouro Preto do Oeste where he sells a Bolsonaro pizza.]

Jana Santos has an unambiguous message for Jair Bolsonaro-supporting anti-vaxxers who want to sup a Moscow Mule or Caipirinha at her bar in south Brazil.

“Don’t come. We don’t want you here,” said the mixologist and bar owner who recently placed a placard at its entrance instructing unvaccinated Bolsonaristas to steer clear.

Santos, 32, said she had decided to ban unjabbed Bolsonaro followers from the Cosmos Gastrobar in Curitiba as a result of his “villainous” response to a Covid outbreak that has killed nearly 620,000 Brazilians and battered businesses such as hers.

Santos is not alone, as the poisonous political atmosphere enveloping Brazil contaminates even its pub scene and a number of watering holes tell their political opponents to get lost.

Bolsonarista boozehounds are still not short of alehouse options, with their radical president continuing to enjoy the support of about 20% of voters as he prepares to seek re-election next year.

In Ouro Preto do Oeste, a frontier town in the heavily pro-Bolsonaro Amazon, diners can even order pizzas named after their populist leader thanks to the rightwing restaurateur Valmir Chaves.

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