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A Georgia police officer who was fired after being accused of the 2022 kidnapping and murder of 16-year-old Susana Morales was found guilty Wednesday and sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Read More: https://thefreethoughtproject.com/cop-watch/disgraced-cop-sentenced-to-life-for-kidnapping-and-murdering-teen-girl
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She was walking home from her friends house and was kidnapped and murdered by a police officer.
Below is the link to the petition/donation site. I am absolutely heartbroken about this.. and it is so close to home too.. :( 
#susana morales#tw police violence#police violence tw#police violence#justice for susana#tw police murder#police murder tw#police murder#stop fucking killing children you sick fucking bastards#the fact that anyone I know could have come into contact with this man (it’s so close by) makes me fucking sick#and the fact that they did nothing before this happened even after he was proven to have a history of that shit#fuck the police#police fucking die please#acab#all cops are bad#all cops are bastards#all cops are pigs#fuck pigs#fuck the cops#fuck cops#signal boost#Atlanta#doraville
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The night she disappeared, Susana had left her home in Norcross at 6 p.m. and walked a short distance to the Sterling Glen Apartments, where she met with a friend for about four hours. She headed home at about 10 p.m.
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McClure said that it’s not known whether Susana and Bryant knew each other or were familiar with each other but that he did live in the Sterling Glen Apartments complex she had visited that day and served as a courtesy officer there.
Why was he allowed to serve as a 'courtesy officer' at an apartment complex after being FIRED from being an actual police officer? This is why you don't let shit slide because why let him serve as a courtesy officer at an apartment complex when TWICE he had incidents of breaking and entering residences?
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Ex cop Miles Bryant, 23, gets life without the possibility of parole for killing Susana Morales, 16.
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Moral of this story? Women and girls have to protect themselves from misogynistic males who see females as slaves. How do you recognize them? You can’t. You won’t until it’s too late. Protect yourselves from the beasts that come through women and into this world. Naked!!
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¡Primer vistazo de 'Cien Años de Soledad' en Netflix!
Netflix acaba de anunciar su adaptación de la obra maestra de Gabriel García Márquez ‘Cien Años de Soledad’, uno de los libros más celebrados de la literatura latinoamericana y universal. Iniciando con la famosa frase de introducción “Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el…
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Frustración (2022) | página 11: Aparición de Susana (2/6)
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I just finished watching Betty and finding your blog is godsend I love love all your Armando character analysis and all the armetty content, not only that but all the insight you have about the rest of the cast. One of the things I noticed while I was watching was that, Marcela and Armando absolutely don't like each other at ALL, even in recent episodes you can see how Marcela just barely tolerates Armando snsjdjfjjdj.
I find this so funny because certain parts of the fandom consider Betty a homewrecker?? There was never a home to wreck?? I mean all characters are morally grey but if we see Marcela in despair in later episodes I don't think it was out of heartbreak like Armando for Betty. I was wondering what you think about what Marcela felt for Armando and their relationship in general.
Once again I love scrolling through your blog and I also think Armando and Betty were the most logical endgame, they made each other worse they made each other better literally soulmates.
[sorry for the long question, I have these two in the brain]
Awww thank you!!! I'm glad you are enjoying my blog🥰
Oh, no, not the homewreaking thing! Even Armando says it once: "no one can steal me if I don't let myself be stolen". The novela made it so clear that it was a choice that ARMANDO made, and somehow my girlie Betty gets all the blame, as if we all didn't see ARMANDO pursuing her and begging her not to leave him all the time. Sure, Betty should have said NO, it IS morally wrong what she did, but Armando himself says that he wanted to leave Marcela for himself, not for Betty. We all know that, if Armando and Marcela had married, regardless of whether Betty or any other woman had appeared in their lives, they would have ended up divorcing. Some people simply have a super skewed perception and think that just because Armando and Marcela had an active sex life at the beginning of the show and that sometimes you got to see them happy, their relationship was fine. It wasn't, it never was. Armando was always cheating and Marcela was always spying and tracking his moves. There was no love, commitment, sincerity, or selflessness. It was all conditional. There was simply no home to wreak, like you say!
I definitely agree that Marcela and Armando don't like each other at all. They aren't compatible in any sense. They had fights for even the most mudane things, like what to do on a friday night or one of Armando's nightmares.
Marcela was not in love with Armando. She never was, or at the very least, not in any moment that we see her onscreen. Perhaps she was in the past, but from all we've seen, Marcela is mostly in love with the idea of Armando and is constantly angry and frustrated because he isn't what she pictures. She is mostly just obsessed with this idea she has of him. She wants to marry Armando but not really marry him like he is. We've seen she doesn't like his temper, his ego, his treatment of her, his interests, the people he gets along with, etc. I can't think of a single thing they like to do together or have in common except their high sex drive. She doesn't like anything about Armando's personality.
Armando and Marcela unfortunately share a very deep and old relationship, and I'm not talking about their romantic one. They're tied like a family. Margarita and Roberto are, in Marcela's eyes, practically her parents. Marcela herself says that all of the Mendoza and Valencia children were raised like siblings. This creates a very unfortunate dynamic in which no one really understands their place. Marcela and Armando are both like step siblings and also a couple, which, honestly, doesn't seem psychologically right. I can't really say, but I'm willing to bet this has to be bad for a person's development and view on relationships.
On top of that, Margarita says that it was Julio and Susana's dream to see Marcela and Armando marry. Both Margarita and Roberto make it very clear that they also want that relationship. Marcela and Armando are constantly encouraged to ignore all the obvious clues that the relationship is disastrous (like how Margarita tells Marcela she needs to be patient and wait for Armando to calm down and stop cheating, or how Roberto says they would never forgive Armando if he were to cancel the wedding). They are practically being encouraged by their parents (Roberto and Margarita, biological parents for Armando and practically adoptive parents for Marcela) to continue their relationship. In Marcela's case, she is unconsciously trying to fulfill her bio parents' last dream and also her new parents' hopes.
((This is speculation, but I'm also willing to bet that Marcela and Armando probably hesrd a lot of insinuations of them eventually becoming a couple since very young. I can't confirm that, but I wouldn't be surprised of this at all.))
So Marcela basically develops an obsession with having Armando. She doesn't love him, because she doesn't like anything that he is. She just has this idea that has probably been ingrained in her head throughout her life that they belong together, and if she clings to that relationship, it will eventually become as beautiful and amazing as her parents (all 4 of them) thought it would.
Additionally, having Armando is a prize. It's, in her eyes, her deserved prize after such a long time "fighting" for him. For having tolerated his lies and cheating, for getting all of his lovers away. Armando is not a partner for her, he's her reward. She sees herself as a martyr who desrves to earn him.
When the relationship breaks she is in dispair because she genuinely wanted a future with him, but not out of love but rather out of ego and obsession. Out of a desire to say "after all of this I finally won", which is why she is willing to take him back all the time even when it's obvious he can't stand her, there is no trust, and there is no love. They just cling to each other because of all the wrong reasons: ego, conformity, their parents, the business, expectations, etc. But not love. We never saw love.
It's an overall sad situation for both of them, which is why I genuinely pity both of them in this aspect even if they were both, objectively speaking, big POS to each other!
Thank you for this lovely ask! Sorry for the long reponse too😂🥰
#ysblf#yo soy betty la fea#betty la fea#armando mendoza#beatriz pinzon solano#beatriz pinzón solano#marcela valencia#armando ysblf#betty ysblf
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GWINNETT COUNTY, Ga. - Myles Bryant rejected the prosecution's plea deal before jury selection got underway Monday. He told the court he was ready to go to trial on murder charges in the death of 16-year-old Susana Morales.
Bryant is accused of kidnapping and killing Morales as she walked home from a friend's house in July 2022.
In the warrant application, officials allege that Bryant, who was working as a police officer at the time of Morales' death, lives close to where she was last reported on Windscape Village Lane in Norcross and dumped her naked body in the woods.
Police also accuse Bryant of falsely reporting that his vehicle had been broken into and that his gun was stolen.
Bryant claimed he left his truck door unlocked when the theft occurred, but Gwinnett County's police chief said his investigators found Bryant's handgun in the same wooded area on Drowning Creek Road where they found Morales's remains.
During jury selection, one potential juror admitted serving on the jury would prove difficult, saying, "It's not like we are talking about a car accident or somebody steal a watch from a store. It has long-lasting consequences, and it's a scary place to be, in one of those chairs."
If convicted, the former Doraville Police officer faces life in prison without the possibility of parole.
Bryant's attorneys asked the judge to declare a mistrial after one potential juror stated during questioning in open court that she had heard weird things about the defendant. Bryant's attorney said those remarks prejudiced potential jurors.
The prosecution pushed back, telling the judge the woman's testimony would not negatively influence the jury pool.
After listening to both sides, the judge dismissed all 14 jurors who were in court during that testimony.
The trial resumes Tuesday.
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“It’s unbelievable honestly, there is no words that I can say to explain it,” said Jasmine Morales, Susana’s sister. “It sucks that it took so long but I guess with him being an officer has something to do with that."
Read More: https://thefreethoughtproject.com/cop-watch/cop-arrested-after-he-was-caught-dumping-naked-body-of-16yo-girl-in-the-woods
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The Unofficial Black History Book
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Phillis Wheatley (1753-1784)
Imagine being the best-known and also the first African-American woman to publish a book of poetry at the age of 13, whilst being a slave.
This is her story.
Phillis Wheatley was the first African-American and second female to publish a book of poems. And she was also the youngest.
Phillis Wheatley was born on May 8th, 1753, in Gambia, West Africa. There's no record of her real birth name.
When she was no younger than seven, she was kidnapped by slave traders and brought to America in 1761. The slave traders renamed her 'Phillis' based on the slave ship she arrived on, 'The Phillis'
She was transported to the Boston docks with a shipment of "refugee" slaves who, because of their age or physical frailty, were unsuited for rigorous labor in the West Indian and Southern Colonies. They were the first ports of call after the Atlantic Crossing.
In August 1761, Susanna Wheatley, the wife of Boston tailor John Wheatley, was "in want of a domestic."
Susanna purchased "a slender, frail female child...for a trifle."
The captain of the slave ship believed that Phillis was terminally ill, and he wanted to make at least a small profit off of her before she died.
It's reported that a Wheatley relative surmised her to be "of slender frame and evidently suffering from a change of climate," "nearly naked, with no other covering than a quantity of dirty carpet about her," and "about seven years old...from the circumstances of shedding her front teeth."
When Phillis was sold to the Wheatley family, she adopted their last name and was taken under Susanna's wing as her domestic.
During her time serving the Wheatleys, which was about sixteen months, Susana discovered that Phillis had an extraordinary capacity to learn. The Wheatleys, including their son Nathaniel and their daughter Mary, taught her how to read and write after discovering her precociousness.
But this didn't excuse her from her duties as a house slave.
Phillis was soon immersed in the Bible, astronomy, geography, history, theology, British literature, and the Greek and Latin classics of Virgil, Ovid, Terence, and Homer. Inspired, she began writing poetry between the ages of 12 and 13.
At a time when African Americans were discouraged and intimidated from learning how to read and write, Phillis' life was an anomaly.
When she started to publish her poems, her fame, and talent soon spread across the Atlantic. With Susanna's support, Phillis started posting advertisements for subscribers for her first book of poems.
However, a scholar of Phillis's work, Sondra O'Neale, notes, "When the colonists were apparently unwilling to support literature by an African, she and the Wheatleys turned in frustration to London for a publisher."
In 1773, Phillis was in continuously poor health; she had chronic asthma. But she sets off for London with Nathaniel Wheatley, her master's son.
When she arrived in London, she was accepted and adored for both her poise and her literary work. And during her time there, she also received medical treatment for the ailments she was battling.
She met Selina Hastings, a friend of Susanna Wheatley and the Countess of Huntingdon. Eventually, Hastings funded the publication of Phillis's book. "Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral." Was the first book of poetry published by an enslaved African American in the United States.
Her book includes many elegies as well as poems on Christian themes, even dealing with race, such as the often-anthologized "On being brought from Africa to America."
Phillis was also a strong supporter of America's fight for independence; she penned several of her poems in honor of George Washington, who was Commander of the Continental Army. She sent him one of her works that was written in 1775, and it eventually inspired an invitation to visit him in Cambridge, Massachusetts. In March 1776, she traveled to Washington.
Phillis eventually had to return to Boston to tend to Susanna Wheatley, who was gravely ill.
After the elder Wheatleys’ died, Phillis was left with nothing and had to support herself as a seamstress.
We don’t know exactly when she was freed by the Wheatleys, but some scholars suggest that she was freed between 1774 and 1778. And during that time, most of the Wheatley family had died.
Even with her literary popularity at its all-time high and being manumitted, freedom in 1774 Boston proved to be incredibly difficult.
Phillis was unable to secure funding for another publication or even sell her writing.
In 1778, she was married to a free African American man from Boston named John Peters. They had three children, but sadly, none of them survived infancy.
Their marriage proved to be a struggle due to the couple's battle with constant poverty. Phillis was then forced to find work as a maid in a boarding house, where she lived in squalid, horrifying conditions.
Even through all her misfortune, Phillis continued to write. But, with the growing tensions between the British and the Revolutionary War, she lost enthusiasm for her poems.
Although she continued to contact various publishers, she was unsuccessful in finding support for a second volume of poetry.
On December 5th, 1784, Phillis Wheatley died alone in a boarding house at 31 years old, without a penny to her name.
Many of her poems for her second volume disappeared and have never been recovered.
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Lights in the Abyss
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A little piece of creative writing i did a while back
Lights in the Abyss
They had been down there for hours and hadn’t seen so much as a spec of plankton. It was as if the if all life had abandoned the inky black and ceased to exist. It was only a week back that their last expedition gave them ample data to study on their return to the surface. Bioluminescent barrelfish, a dizzying array of jellyfish and even a vampire squid that they followed for a good hour. Now…nothing.
It was freezing in the tiny submersible, despite the 3 of us being cramped inside. Moral was low and an awkward silence had fallen after, a frankly ridiculous, argument had broken out over whose fault our lack of findings was.
I glanced at the radar, not a sniff of life.
Suddenly the tin can excuse of a submersible was rocketed sideways. A deafening clatter reverberated through us. Id have covered my ears if I hadn’t have been busy trying to prevent Dr. Riches from crushing me as we were, unceremoniously, tossed about.
Then the shouting began. Dr Riches wasn’t known for his placid temper our sweet demeanour and reprimanded Susana for driving us into what we could only assume was the side of the trench.
Then the lights failed.
Silence Deafening and overwhelming fell across our trio. Only seconds later did the radar and controls blink back to life but the outside of the DSV was still a void of nothingness.
“Where's the power?” riches whispered.
“Something must have been knocked loose” Susana huffs, running her hand through messy blonde hair, now wet with a nervous sweat. “give me a few minutes” she murmurs and begins opening panels, exposing the wiring.
I glanced at the radar once again. We were nowhere near the edges of the trench so what did we hit? Or what hit us?
“Dr. Baily…check this out” my thoughts were interrupted by Dr riches calling me over to the front port hole, not taking his eyes off the glass. I clambered over to him, shooting Susana an apologetic look as my jostling caused her to drop the pliers she was holding.
At first I saw nothing, an expanse bleaker than space and just as, if not, lonelier. Then a pulse of light in the darkness. A pinprick of bioluminescence. Around its, small shole of velvet belly lantern sharks picked off small silvery fish which had been attracted to the beacon.
“Dipturus oxyrhynchus” Dr Riches mumbles in deep thought “I've never seen so many in one place, never mind shoaling together like this. It must be the light but… what's causing it?”
As if on cue a second spot of light appears, then another and another until a long winding trail of bioluminescent pinpricks appear in the water, each with their own colony of squid, eels and fish, all attracted to the lights like moths to a flame. The concerning aspect of the marvellous light show was the sheer amount of lights, the trail much larger than the submersible.
“what on earth?” Susan's voice by mine and riches shoulders causes us to jump, in our rapt curiosity we hadn’t noticed her abandon her post to squeeze in behind us to investigate the peculiar lights.
“what is that? An angler fish?” she asks
“an angler fi-have you ever actually seen an angler fish, Susana?” Dr. Riches says in exasperated disbelief “they certainly aren’t that big”
They watch as the lights seem to drift in synchronicity, moving and undulating as one. With a huff, Susana returns to her task of fixing the lights, leaving myself and dr riches, enraptured by the dazzling light show.
“Gotcha!” she shouts, triumphantly, proceeding to scare myself and riches half to death in the meanwhile, “now lets shed some light on this and find out what we're looking at.
I never understood the expression “blood runs cold” until the lights of the DSV turned on.
It was huge. Huge didn’t cover it, it was colossal. fleshy pallid skin stretched over undulating muscle and taut tendons. It was slick, covered in mucus that mixed with the water surrounding it catching unsuspecting fish in the gelatinous excretion.
Through tissue paper skin, veins and organs pulsed and pumped with sickly fevour.
Stretched across bony protrusions down the creature's back was a membrane that drifted with the underwater current, gills slowly flapping with the tide.
That wasn’t what had the three of us frozen in place. Two milky eyes, reflecting the bright lights of the DSV stared into the porthole, into my eyes, reading the very essence of my soul. It didn’t just look it watched, eyes drifting to each of us with an uncomfortable sense of…awareness. A maw encrusted with jagged needle-like teeth which protruded from all angles slowly opened and closed, tauntingly.
Susana turned the lights off “Do you think it saw us?” her voice wavered.
“We’re in a bright yellow tin can and just shone a 10,000lm beam of light into its face! No, I'm sure we went by totally unseen” Dr Riches snapped angrily but it wasn’t malice that fueled his outburst. It was pure unadulterated terror.
The sub is shaken again, violently this time, the motion not ceasing as we are tossed about, slamming into one another and the harsh metal of the hull. Susana's knee lands in my chest winding me as she's flung towards me.
“turn the lights back on!” someone yelled amidst the screaming. It might have been me. I wasn’t entirely sure at this point.
A gullet.
As the lights flickered back on struggling to illuminate the area, flickering sporadically, the only view was the inner maw of the demon we had witnessed.
The hull groans as the pressure from the jaws increases, the port hole cracks as the force becomes too much.
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The crew on the oceanographic research vessel had been in a blind panic for the last 6 hours. The DSV had lost contact with them and each attempt to register a line of communication was met with static. The last successful attempt was met only with screaming.
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Renegade AU Lore Dump: FazFrights edition.
Only select Fazbears Frights stories are cannon in the Renegade AU, and the post ending outcome is generaly greatly different at that.
'Fetch' takes place in 2007 and Greg is the father of Gregory. As of security breach, Greg is comatose in a hospital in Norway and is known as 'the man with the dog bites', whilst Gregory is orphaned in America.
Sarah gets to grips with being a pile of scrap and repairs the disk.
Millie survives, having lost a hand (and later taking FT Freddy's as her prosthetic). She opens an antiques store at 18 and starts dating Sarah. There is a desk flip calendar on her desk labelled with "days since Sarah last ran into traffic to save someone", and it never gets past 7. Sarah gets scrap off of Millie (who hordes the stuff) to repair herself.
The ball pit balls were all handed over to Millie as those who had parts of themselves stuck in the balls kept on walking into her shop whenever the police brought the balls around. So they just leave them with her. One of the balls reversed the body swap that occurred in 'loney freddy'.
'In the flesh' is the story of a stray bullet and actually has nothing to do with William any more than a Scientist, Camilla, saying 'you ordered my daughters death, now feel pain'. Camilla is the mother of Celes, C location's Chica spirit, and Susanna, Y location's Jeremy(guard). Celes (11 as of 87) died, and Susana (22 as of 87) had her head bit by Mangle but survived. The code forces a buffer overflow and uses that to cause 'changes' to a person (Dr Grimm's notes really helped her out). The project this code was meant to be in was supposed to be worked on my the C location manager, but instead wound up getting worked on almost two decades later by some shmuck. The rabbit child was found by Paranormal Responder Cassy Taper, and it imprinted on her immediately, so it's just a slightly odd kid really. The moral is manage your heap and stack bozo if I see one more overflow error I swear.
Yes 'Fazgoo' exists. It's remnant but with a bunch of additives to try and more cheaply contain and use it. Remnant + ONE containing substance (blood, metal) = just remnant. Remnant + silly putty or some shit that remnant does not properly adhere to = 'Fazgoo'.
Due to the instability caused by an unsuitable containing substance, It's a DNA altering biohazard, but it's not AS dangerous as it's portrayed in the books; it only seems that dangerous as when synthesised and curated to the degree Fazbear Entertainment do, it can do very specific things, and naught more than that, like how the disks have to have extensive codes and a form to follow else they won't work right.
Most of the Tales of the pizaplex things did not happen:
Sean, an electrician and police mole, makes sure of that. Half of the areas that exist only in those books were destroyed and had their main attractions destroyed by Sean before construction got anywhere.
Ok, springtrap sweep somewhat happened? Not read that one yet, but the initial crew who laid the foundations were murdered by Afton AND some Faz Ent execs. Sean used this huge vacancy to get in.
'The world parties with you' is an AR game inside a VR experience (hence why there was nobody guarding the off limits thing; 'Maya' was meant to go there to test it). 'Maya' does not really exist. In the real world, she is a 30 year old Fazbear Entertainment executive called Madaleine. The reason why things go to an apocalypse is some latent code left behind by Dr Grimm to make this project crash and burn; by making a harrowing and traumatising bug that'll turn anyone away from Fazbear Entertainment (in part thanks to this 'bug' he made also causing amnesia in those who experience it for too long, taking advantage of the 'fake life' part of the VR simulation).
Madaleine becomes a police mole as a result.
For any given story really, it's either 'Mike and Sean stopped it', 'That was an exec', or 'Damnit Foxwell'.
Maybe the daycare ones will happen? Not read them yet.
But anything that gives a new attraction? 'Damnit Sean you ran over the robot. Sean where are you taking that refuse sack where is the main robot we can't restart construction of this attraction without it.' And Sean burns the robot in the police incinerator.
#Renegade AU Lore Dump#Renegade AU#FNAF Renegade AU#Camilla's 'bullet' wasn't even directed at William; it was directed at one of his underlings
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📣 “XII FESTIVAL LA HUACA ES POESÍA”📜✒
🗣 Poetas e investigadores internacionales dan el grito más intenso de una estrella para rendir tributo a José Antonio Mazzotti [(Lima, 22 de marzo de 1961 - Boston, 5 de septiembre de 2024), honrando su memoria y su legado a través de recitales, presentación de video y música. 🙏📚🥳
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🎤 “Mesa de Investigación” a cargo de Lydia Fossa, Luis Millones y Rubén Quiroz.
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🤗 Ofrenda: “Pago a la Tierra” 🌎🌱
🎶 Música: Pacha Inti / Roxxtein Goth (vitral- coldware electrónic) / Walter Arellano (Zurdex) / Rafael Mejía / Rudy Rivera / LSM (rock).
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