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pucksandpower · 6 days ago

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Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

Toto Wolff x Reader

Summary: a wealthy older man with a starry-eyed younger woman — it’s a tale as old as time and a scene the saleswoman has seen countless times before … or is it?

The showroom gleams under harsh fluorescent lights, every surface polished to a mirror finish. Cars, sleek and expensive, are lined up like jewels in a case. The hum of quiet conversation fills the space, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the soft clink of champagne glasses.

It’s another day at the auto show, and the saleswoman, tall and sharp-eyed, watches it all with a thin veneer of polite disinterest. She’s been here long enough to know who’s serious and who’s just here to gawk.

She spots them before they even step into her section. The man is hard to miss — tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of commanding presence that makes people step aside without even realizing it. His suit is tailored to perfection, probably costs more than her monthly salary.

And then there’s the girl — no, the woman — beside him. You’re much younger, that’s clear. You look out of place, wide-eyed and excited like a kid in a candy store, dressed in something trendy but understated, a deliberate contrast to the man’s sophistication.

The saleswoman’s eyes narrow as she watches you both approach. She’s seen this before — older man, younger woman, the kind of relationship that’s all too common in these circles. She doesn’t have to guess who’s footing the bill here.

“They’re all stunning,” you say, your voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd as you walk beside the man. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Take your time,” the man says, his voice low, accented, and rich with an authority that’s clearly second nature to him. He’s smiling at you, and there’s a warmth there that the saleswoman finds almost disarming. Almost.

She steps forward, her professional smile firmly in place, and approaches the two of you. “Good afternoon,” she says, her tone perfectly neutral, though there’s an edge to it, just enough to make her feel superior in this little interaction. “Is there anything in particular you’re interested in today?”

You look up at the man, a slight question in your eyes, as if asking for permission to speak. The saleswoman notices this, of course, and it only confirms what she already thinks.

“The Porsche 911 S/T,” you say, your voice gaining a little confidence as you look back at her. “It’s — wow, it’s incredible.”

The saleswoman allows herself a small, condescending smile. Of course, you’d go for something flashy like that. “A beautiful choice,” she says smoothly. “Though it’s not currently available for sale. It’s more of a display model for now.”

You look disappointed, but before you can say anything, the man steps in. “Is that so?” He asks, his tone polite but firm. “And when will it be available?”

“Not for a few months, I’m afraid,” she replies, keeping her smile in place even as she feels a flicker of unease at the intensity in his eyes. “But we can certainly take your information and let you know the moment it is.”

You’re distracted by another car nearby — a sleek, silver Audi R8 — and the man follows your gaze. “Excuse me for a moment,” he says to the saleswoman, already moving toward the car that has caught your attention. She watches him go, a tightness forming in her chest.

You’re bending slightly, peering into the Audi’s interior, running your fingers over the smooth leather seats. The man is right behind you, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, a gesture that’s both protective and possessive.

“What do you think of this one?” He asks, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. You smile, and it’s a real smile, the kind that makes your whole face light up.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, your voice soft, almost reverent. “But I think I’m still in love with the Porsche.”

He chuckles, and the sound is deep, genuine. “You have good taste.”

The saleswoman doesn’t hear what you say next, but she sees the way you look up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. She almost rolls her eyes. Of course, you’re infatuated. Who wouldn’t be, with a man like that?

But there’s something else, something in the way he looks at you that makes her pause. There’s affection there, sure, but it’s more than that. It’s something deeper, more complicated.

He straightens up, leaving you to admire the Audi, and makes his way back to the saleswoman. She steels herself, ready to resume the dance of negotiation, but his next words take her by surprise.

“I want to buy the Porsche for my partner,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She blinks, momentarily thrown. “As I mentioned earlier, sir, it’s not for sale at the moment. But we can-”

“You misunderstand,” he interrupts, his eyes locking onto hers with a quiet intensity. “I’m not asking if it’s for sale. I’m telling you I want to buy it.”

The saleswoman feels a prickle of irritation, but she keeps her expression neutral. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Mr …”

“Wolff,” he says, his voice steady. “Toto Wolff.”

The name rings a bell, and she stiffens slightly. Of course, she’s heard of him. Everyone in this business has. But she’s not about to let him walk all over her just because he’s some big shot.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolff, but even for you, the car isn’t available. It’s a prototype, and it won’t be released for sale until-”

He cuts her off with a low laugh, and there’s something almost dangerous in the sound. “For me,” he says slowly, as if explaining something very simple to a child, “they’ll make it available.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but the words die in her throat. There’s a look in his eyes that makes it clear this isn’t a man who’s used to hearing the word no. And she realizes, with a sinking feeling, that he’s right. If Toto Wolff wants that car, he’s going to get it.

The saleswoman swallows hard, her professional composure beginning to crack around the edges. “I’ll need to speak with my manager,” she says finally, her voice losing some of its earlier confidence.

“Please do,” he replies smoothly, his gaze flicking back to where you’re still admiring the Audi, completely unaware of the tension playing out behind you.

She turns on her heel, making her way to the back office with quick, clipped steps. The nerve of him, she thinks, but even as she seethes, she knows what the outcome will be. No one says no to someone like Toto Wolff.

As she waits for her manager to confirm the inevitable, she casts a glance through the glass wall of the office, watching you and him from a distance. You’re laughing at something he’s said, your hand resting on his arm, and for a moment, the saleswoman feels a strange, unwelcome pang of something close to envy.

It’s not just the money or the power that he has — though there’s plenty of that — it’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing that matters. Like he would move mountains just to see you smile.

The manager finally appears, a mix of excitement and nerves on his face as he hurries over to speak with Toto. The saleswoman stays back, watching as they exchange words, her earlier confidence completely drained. She knows what’s coming, and sure enough, after a few minutes, the manager gestures for her to come forward.

“Mr. Wolff,” the manager says, his tone obsequious, “we’d be more than happy to arrange the purchase of the Porsche for you. It’s not something we typically do, but in your case, we can make an exception.”

Toto gives a small nod, as if this is exactly what he expected. “Good,” he says, then glances over at you, still absorbed in the Audi. “I’ll take care of the details later. For now, I’d prefer if my partner remains unaware of the purchase.”

The manager nods quickly. “Of course, of course. Discretion is our priority.”

The saleswoman feels a fresh wave of irritation as the manager all but trips over himself to please Toto. But what bothers her even more is the realization that she was wrong. This isn’t a simple sugar relationship, despite what she first thought. There’s something real here, something that makes her uncomfortable in ways she can’t quite put into words.

As Toto walks back over to you, the manager gives the saleswoman a sharp look, silently instructing her to follow his lead. She pastes on her best smile, swallowing her pride, and follows after him.

You don’t notice the shift in the atmosphere when Toto returns to your side. You’re too engrossed in the car, asking him questions about its specs and design, your enthusiasm infectious. The saleswoman watches the two of you interact, trying to reconcile the easy, genuine affection she sees with her initial assumptions.

“So,” Toto says, leaning in a little closer to you, “if you could choose any car here, which one would it be?”

You bite your lip, clearly torn, but finally, you sigh. “I know it’s silly, but I keep coming back to the Porsche. It’s just … it’s perfect.”

His smile widens, and the saleswoman feels a pang of something she refuses to name. “Then the Porsche it is,” he says softly, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

You laugh, a little embarrassed. "Toto, you can't just buy it because I like it. It's not even for sale."

He chuckles, a warm, deep sound that makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room. “You’d be surprised what’s possible.”

The saleswoman shifts uncomfortably, watching as Toto brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment too long to be purely casual. You smile up at him, oblivious to everything except the man in front of you.

She clears her throat, forcing herself back into the conversation. “Actually, we can make arrangements for the Porsche. If you’d like, we can finalize the details and set up delivery.”

You blink, surprised. “Really? But I thought-”

Toto smiles, squeezing your hand gently. “It’s yours, if you want it.”

Your eyes widen, and for a moment, you’re speechless. Then you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest as you mumble a heartfelt, “Thank you.”

The saleswoman watches, the professional smile on her face feeling more like a grimace now. She doesn’t understand it, doesn’t understand you or him, but she knows she was wrong.

You pull back, looking up at Toto with a softness in your eyes that’s almost too much to bear. “I don’t even know what to say,” you whisper.

“Just be happy,” he murmurs back, his voice tender in a way that makes the saleswoman want to look away.

And for a moment, she does. She turns her gaze to the gleaming cars, the reflections of the showroom lights bouncing off their polished surfaces. When she looks back, you’re both still there, lost in each other, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

The saleswoman feels a strange, hollow emptiness settle in her chest as she turns to finalize the sale, realizing that perhaps, despite everything, this wasn’t about money or power at all.

Perhaps it was just about love.

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The estate in Oxfordshire is nothing short of palatial, its sprawling grounds stretching out in every direction, bordered by neatly trimmed hedges and ancient oaks. The driveway is long and winding, leading up to a mansion that looks like it could have been lifted straight out of a Jane Austen novel — grand, elegant, with an air of timeless sophistication.

The saleswoman sits in the passenger seat of the delivery truck, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. She’s never been nervous about a delivery before, but then again, she’s never delivered to someone like Toto Wolff before.

Beside her, the driver is humming along to a tune on the radio, completely at ease as they turn onto the estate’s private road. She glances at the rearview mirror, catching sight of the Porsche 911 S/T, pristine and gleaming, with an oversized red bow affixed to the roof. It looks absurd, she thinks, a toy fit for a princess.

It takes several minutes to reach the front of the house, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. The saleswoman feels a knot tighten in her stomach as they pull to a stop.

She’s here to oversee the delivery, to make sure everything goes smoothly, but part of her wonders if this is all a colossal waste of time. Surely, she could’ve sent someone else. But she’d insisted on coming herself—perhaps out of some twisted sense of curiosity, or maybe it was just her bruised pride.

The driver cuts the engine, and there’s a brief moment of silence before the door to the mansion opens. Toto steps out first, his movements unhurried, as if he’s in no rush at all. And then you appear beside him, your hand lightly resting on his arm as you walk out together.

“Here we go,” the driver mutters, giving her a nod before he hops out to start the unloading process.

The saleswoman takes a deep breath, composing herself before she steps out of the truck. Her heels sink slightly into the gravel as she approaches, her professional smile back in place. Toto greets her with a nod, his expression unreadable, while you give her a warm, if somewhat shy, smile.

“I hope the drive wasn’t too difficult,” Toto says, his voice smooth and polite, but there’s a hint of something more behind his words. An expectation that everything will, of course, be perfect.

“Not at all, Mr. Wolff,” the saleswoman replies quickly, her smile tightening. “It was a pleasure, really.”

You step forward, your eyes wide with excitement as you look past her to the truck. “Is it …” you ask, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and anticipation.

The driver is already lowering the truck’s ramp, and as the Porsche comes into view, you let out a small gasp. “It’s beautiful,” you whisper, taking a step closer, your hand still clutching Toto’s arm. “I can’t believe it’s really here.”

Toto watches you with a soft smile, the kind of smile that the saleswoman has started to recognize as reserved only for you. “I told you it would be,” he says quietly, as if this moment is just as special for him as it is for you.

The saleswoman clears her throat, drawing their attention back to her. “We took extra care during the transport,” she says, trying to regain some control over the situation. “Everything is exactly as it was when it left the showroom.”

“Thank you,” Toto says, but his focus is already back on you as you approach the car, your fingers brushing over the sleek lines of the Porsche as if you’re afraid it might disappear if you touch it too firmly.

You circle the car slowly, taking it all in, and for a moment, the saleswoman feels like an intruder in this private moment. She watches as you turn back to Toto, your eyes bright with unshed tears. “I don’t even know what to say,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

He steps closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I just want you to be happy.”

The saleswoman averts her gaze, the tenderness of the moment making her uncomfortable. She’s seen plenty of couples over the years, but there’s something about the way you and Toto interact that feels … different.

It’s not just the age difference, though that’s part of it. It’s the way he looks at you, like you’re the most precious thing in the world, and the way you look at him, like he’s your anchor in a storm.

The driver interrupts her thoughts as he finishes unloading the car. “All done here,” he says cheerfully, handing the keys over to Toto with a grin. “She’s all yours.”

Toto takes the keys with a nod of thanks, but instead of pocketing them, he holds them out to you. “Would you like to take her for a spin?”

Your eyes widen, and you laugh, a light, joyful sound that echoes in the evening air. “Now? I haven’t even driven a car like this before!”

“There’s a first time for everything,” he replies, his tone teasing yet encouraging. “And I trust you completely.”

You hesitate for a moment, glancing at the car and then back at Toto. The saleswoman can see the internal debate playing out on your face — excitement warring with nervousness. But then, with a deep breath, you take the keys from him, your fingers brushing against his as you do.

“Okay,” you say, your voice firming with determination. “Let’s do it.”

The saleswoman watches as you climb into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors and running your hands over the steering wheel like you’re trying to familiarize yourself with every inch of the car. Toto takes the passenger seat beside you, and for a brief moment, the saleswoman catches a glimpse of his hand resting on your knee, a gesture that’s both reassuring and intimate.

She’s pulled out of her thoughts when the driver nudges her, motioning toward the truck. “We should get going,” he says, glancing over at the car. “Looks like they’ve got everything under control.”

But the saleswoman doesn’t move. She’s rooted to the spot, watching as you and Toto pull away from the estate, the Porsche purring softly as it glides down the driveway. There’s something about the scene that feels almost cinematic, like she’s watching a moment that she’s not supposed to be a part of.

The car disappears around a bend in the road, and the saleswoman finally exhales, not realizing she’s been holding her breath. She turns back to the driver, who’s looking at her with mild curiosity.

“Everything okay?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

She forces a smile, pushing down the strange mix of emotions churning in her chest. “Yeah,” she says, though the word feels hollow. “Everything’s fine.”

They load back into the truck, the engine roaring to life as they begin the long drive back to the showroom. The saleswoman stares out the window, her thoughts racing, replaying the scene over and over in her mind.

She tries to tell herself that it’s just another delivery, just another rich couple flaunting their wealth. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t shake the image of the way Toto looked at you, like you were his entire world.

The driver’s voice cuts through her thoughts as he asks, “So, you think they’re the real deal?”

She turns to look at him, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, keeping his eyes on the road. “I mean, a guy like him, a girl like her … you think it’s more than just the money?”

The saleswoman hesitates, her fingers curling around the edge of her seat. She wants to dismiss it, to laugh it off and say that of course it’s just about the money. But the words stick in her throat, refusing to come out.

“Yeah,” she finally says, her voice quieter than she intended. “I think it is.”

The driver nods, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and they fall into silence once more. But the saleswoman can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted, that this delivery has left her with more questions than answers.

As they drive away from the estate, the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the road. The saleswoman stares at them, lost in thought, wondering what it must feel like to be loved the way Toto loves you.

She knows she’ll never have an answer to that question, but as the truck rumbles down the road, she can’t help but think that maybe — just maybe — there’s more to life than the things she’s always taken for granted.

And for the first time in a long time, she finds herself longing for something she can’t quite put into words.

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copperbadge · 5 months ago

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[ID: A photograph of an old-timey automobile, dating from 1912; it has a soft rag top and looks like a Model T, but is in fact a Marathon K-20, made by Marathon Motor Works with a cast-iron engine and sold at cost to try and get people more interested in driving. It sits in the corner of a large well-lit room with floor-to-ceiling glass, clearly a museum exhibit of some kind.]

I honestly wasn't sure what to expect from Marathon Village when I stumbled over it while researching Nashville, but I'm actually super glad I decided to give it a shot. It's super weird, which I love, and very fun, which is a bonus! The "village" is really just a city block consisting of a handful of buildings, formerly the Marathon Motor Works. The "museum" the village houses is super tiny, really just a foyer and a single room, but it has a couple of really rare Marathon autos in it and whoever is curating the museum really has a love of the cars and of teaching, you can tell.

For example, the K-20 up above has a full page placard detailing the research that was done on it and the modifications made. My favorite part is that the Marathon logos were either pried off or ground off at some point between its sale in 1912 and it being acquired by a restorer in 1952, which they believe is because it was stolen in New York and had to be anonymized. I mean, it's 1912 and someone has stolen your car, what are you even going to do about it? It was probably stolen later when cars were more common so it wouldn't IMMEDIATELY BE SPOTTED because it's the only fucking car on the road, but still.

Aside from the museum, across the street, the old manufacturing plant has been converted into a small mall; there are a couple of tasting rooms (Jack Daniels has a large presence, and there's a wine bar), a cafe, a deli, and a handful of "get yourself a Nashville t-shirt here" type places, selling shirts and bottle-openers and such. I got a great sticker that I'm going to have to put somewhere prominent that reads DOLLY/REBA 2024. As I told the cashier, "I support literacy, the arts, and murdering your man if he's a no-account scoundrel." That could have been awkward but she enthusiastically agreed that it's good domestic policy.

#the biscuits and bbq trip #nashville #classic cars #vintage cars

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mariacallous · 20 days ago

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The “True Sensation” dildo is a fleshy, silicone tool that measures exactly 7 inches and has the ability to vibrate (three different frequencies), thrust (seven different speeds), and self-heat (up to 105 degrees Fahrenheit). It’s just like the real thing, James Guo, the founder of Our Erotic Journey, assures me from his office in Irvine, California. Best of all—everything is controlled through the app AMZ.

“It connects to someone that’s oceans away,” he says of its potential for creating all kinds of sexual fantasies. Teasingly, he adds: “There’s also music that can match the intensity of the vibration.”

True Sensation is just one offering featured among the wide inventory of Our Erotic Journey, the sex toy brand Guo launched in 2019. Its online store, which boasts more than 200 products, is a pleasure chest of sexual self-amusement. Take your pick: There’s the lipstick-shaped vibrator, a remote-controlled rotating butt plug, various cock rings, something called the “Gravity Rocket” (a clitoral suction vibrator with seven massage modes), and a smattering of glow-in-the-dark accessories. “Those are for the ravers,” Guo jokes.

The sex tech market is estimated to triple by 2030, exceeding $100 billion globally in sales. The demand for products, from AI-assisted companions and personal wand massagers to sexual wellness apps, sits at an all-time high. At a moment when industry trends favor artificial intelligence and remote sex exploration, Guo just wants to make eccentric, high-quality vibrators. He’s betting big on toys.

In the years since launch, Guo has built Our Erotic Journey into a quietly influential brand through intentionally whimsical designs and an insistence on quality products. “I know production,” Guo says. His family, he tells me, owns an auto-parts factory in China, and what he learned from the business—how the factory system runs, the science of machines, what style of packaging attracts customers—he leveraged for OEJ.

Guo admits that the initial product line—about 20 toys, of which the Sec Duo vibrator for couples remains a company best-seller—was devised to “fit the market.” “We self developed the first batch through modding, R&D, scaling, all that stuff,” he says. “Everything since that represents more of who we are.”

That’s how OEJ’s six themed collections came to be. The Cristal collection is for glass toys while the Space, Thrillz, and Lit collections are for truly uninhibited pleasure seekers (one features a dildo called “The Girthquake,” that exploits a specific, if sometimes worn out, racial fantasy).

But where Guo, who is 35, sometimes falls short in imagination, he more than makes up for in vigilance. “Users expect and deserve products that meet stringent safety standards, and any deviation can damage a brand’s reputation irrevocably,” he posted in an XBIZ editorial in September. “Partner with trusted white-label manufacturers rather than gamble on the unknowns.”

When I ask Guo about the editorial, he stresses that the success of sex tech is determined as much by the innovation involved in the products as the quality. “We want to be more of a bridge from human to human,” Guo says, “not just from toy to human.”

Even with promising market projections—another estimate goes so far as to predict sales could surpass $121 billion by 2030—industry analysts are not convinced that the future of sex tech is in toys.

It’s a “very oversaturated market that is now avoided by many,” says Olena Petrosyuk, a partner at the consulting firm Waveup. This year, she adds, investors “are looking away from ‘commoditized’ trends”—sex toys, but also sex content and social platforms. “Many failed to prove the economics and scale. The category is still fairly stigmatized,” she says. “OnlyFans being a massive exception.”

So what do consumers want? Petrosyuk says wellness, AI, and immersive realities are hot right now. “Practically every new sex tech startup is thinking in terms of AI use cases,” she says. “If it’s AI toys—companies are looking into how they can anticipate and respond to the user’s needs. If it’s robotics—we see companies looking into sex bots. If it’s content—it’s hyperpersonalized sex personas.”

Guo tells me he is not phased by talk of AI sex robots—“a low-volume business,” in his estimation—because many people cannot afford the high price tag. Continued success, he believes, is will come by expanding on the company’s themed collections. OEJ works directly with US and Canadian distributors; it is not a direct-to-consumer business, though he says customers do occasionally order via the online store.

Although ecommerce is the industry standard in retail and electronics, taking more of an old-school approach works for Guo. Next year, OEJ plans to launch a Zodiac collection, crafting 12 unique toys for each astrological sign. It’s an appeal to the Co–Star fanatics of Gen Z. “Every generation is different,” he says.

The company’s mostly nonexistent social media presence only seems to add to their Wonka-like mystery. “We’re just bad at it,” Jerry Chen, an operations assistant, says. “We’re really focused on production.”

For now, that business model seems to be a hit. Our Erotic Journey recently won the “Best Pleasure Product Manufacturer—Small” prize at the 2023–2024 AVN Awards in Las Vegas, a litmus test for newbie brands in the adult content world. OEJ also received the O Award for Outstanding New Product for “Sexy Pot,” Guo’s marijuana-leaf-shaped vibrator, a customer favorite.

Clearly wanting to capitalize on its unexpected success, Guo says, “It’s time we gave it a sister or brother.”

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years ago

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Incredible property for sale in Kurmond, New South Wales, Australia is a home, the coolest business, a farm, and much much more. Priced at $1,125,600, you’ve got to see this.

The main residence has a very roomy living room. The main house has 4bd. & 2ba.

It also has large crescent-shaped kitchen.

The main bd. has access to one of the decks on the upper level.

One of the decks overlooking the beautiful property.

It’s lovely, isn’t it? But, this is just the house. Let’s get to the other spaces.

It has a picturesque farm area- look at the ancient shed.

Nice, right? Let’s move on.

This is the star of the property. I would live here and rent out the main house. This building has a bath, 2bds., dining/living room, kitchen, plus a showroom, 2 gift shops, restaurant, a display room, an incredible commercial kitchen, and storage rooms.

Welcome. Look at the antique motorcycle under glass. (It comes w/the property)

So, this is the display area- it’s an auto museum. The business’s name is Crusty’s and is a popular attraction. Oh, and it’s all included!

More display area.

And, here’s the retro restaurant decorated in a vintage Coca Cola theme.

Here’s the amazing commercial kitchen that even has a walk-up window that serves a large outdoor deck.

And, this is one of the gift shops.

https://www.realestate.com.au/property-acreage+semi-rural-nsw-kurmond-141624656

#live & work property canada #unique property #unusual property #houses #house tours #home tour

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darkeagleruins · 4 months ago

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"Cho Tak Wong is the chairman of Fuyao Glass Industry Group, one of Asia's largest manufacturers of auto glass."

Cho Tak Wong lives in Fuqing, China.

"...Chinese executives at Fuyao bought the Ohio plant in 2014 after General Motors (GM) shuttered it. The plant is the world’s largest auto glass manufacturing plant, according to the company."

GM shuttered a plant that is now the world's largest auto glass manufacturer owned by a Chinese billionaire who lives in China that was acquired while Obama was President, who Obama made a movie about the devastation and lower wages the Chinese glass manufacturer caused after the Obama administration agreed to the sale allowing the Chinese billionaire to acquire it.

Do you see how that happened?

GM shuttered it killing about 2,000 jobs whose wages were about $29 per hour. They sold it to a Chinese Billionaire living in China who reopened the plant and hired many of the same people back for under $13 per hour who supplied glass to GM who shuttered the plant in the first place.

Oddly enough, Obama chose that Chinese company who his administration agreed to the purchase, made a movie on the suffering of the wage decreases by the Chinese company they allowed to buy it.

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inspiredwriter · 9 months ago

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Miguel Angel :*se detiene en el apartamento de Anastasia*(pensamientos💭) me alegra Donnie me prestó su auto para llegar a mi princesa a un lindo paseo por la ciudad 😏😁🚗🏙️💕❣️💞💖*toca la bosina*¡Ooooh nena tu príncipe está aquí~! 😄😉💗💘💕

Anastasia :*sale del apartamento* ahora mi príncipe estoy lista Para nuestras citas de San Valentín 🥰😃💘💖💕💞

Miguel Angel :*se sonroja con la boca abierta* ¡¡Oh concha~!!😳😍🌋💘💖💞💗 tú no eres Anastasia eres una diosa del amor que ha caído en el cielo por mi 😍😇💕💓💝

Anastasia : Gracias mi apuesto apuesto príncipe 🤭🥰💗💞💓💘*se sube el auto* bien amor A dónde nos vamos? ☺️😀💖💕❣️💗

Miguel Angel :*acaricia la pierna de Stefany* bueno nena vamos a dar un lindo paseo por toda la ciudad😏😘🚗🌃💕💖💝 susurra e Anastasia del oído*luego vamos lugar privado para hacer el amor en el auto 😈☺️🚙💓💘💞💖

Anastasia : Sin palabras cariño vamos😃😍💘💖💕💗* acaricia a Mikey en la mejilla* cuando lleguemos tengo un regalo que te gustará pero no puedo decírtelo🤭😉🎁💝💞❣️💓💕

@inspiredwriter

*At the evening*

*In a restaurant*

Stefany: My God, Leo, it's magnificent that we're having a romantic dinner on the roof😃😍🍣🥂💖🩷💘💞 *Sits down at the table*

Leonardo: *Pushes the chair* All the best only for you, my love😘🥰💓💖❣️💕 *Kisses Stefany on the cheek* Muah~😚💗💝💞 *Sits down at the table*

Stefany: *Wipes fork with napkin* Bon appetit to you, hunny😄😋🍣💗🩷💕 *Eats sushi*

Leonardo: Same to you, kitty😄🥰🍾🥂💘🩷💞 *Pours champagne into two glasses* (Thoughts💭) She doesn’t know yet that I booked a separate hotel room for us🤫😈🏩💘💓❣️💞

*In the forest*

Michelangelo: *Drives up on the hill and stops the car* Well, we have arrived at our destination, my love😄🥰💗🩷💖💕 Here we will admire the stars, eat party cake and..~😁😏💓💘💞 *Caresses Anastasia's booty* Do fun things~😈🥰💖💓❣️💕

Anastasia: *Blushes* Ah, Mikey, this is wonderful😳😍💗💝💞 How did you find such a beautiful place?😄💓🩷💖💕

Michelangelo: Well, when my brothers and I were on patrol in the forest, I found this hill and thought it would be a great place for a date with my beloved girlfriend😗🥰💘❣️💗💕 *caresses Anastasia's back*

Anastasia: *Snuggles up to Mikey's chest* Mikey, you're the best🥰🤗💖🩷💝💞 *Kisses Mikey on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋💓💘💞 Let's get out of the car and admire the starry sky😍😘💝💗❣️💕

*On the river*

Donatello: *Stands by the river* Where is my little mermaid?🤔🤨 I want this evening to be special for her😟🌌🌊✨

April: *Approaches the pier* Donnie, I'm here, my love😄🥰💖💝💘💞 *Takes Donnie's hands* Sorry for the delay, it took me a while to find the best outfit😅😘👗👡💗🩷💕

Donatello: *Blushes* Wow, darling, you look so brilliant that you just blind me with your beauty😃😍💓🩷💖💘✨ *Kisses April on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋💖❣️💝💕 Are you ready for a romantic boat ride?😏🌌🌊🚣‍♂️💗💝💓💞

April: Of course, sweetie😍🥰💖🩷❣️💕 *Holds Donnie's hand and gets into the boat*

Donatello: (Thoughts💭) I'll take her to the far shore, where there is a beautiful waterfall and we'll make love there😏😈🌅🌳🍃💗💘💕 *Unties the boat from the shore and takes the oars* We're setting sail, beauty~😁🥰🌊🚣‍♂️💖💓💞 *Sails away from the shore*

*At a rock concert*

Candy: *Jumps up with arms in the air* Woo, haha!🙌😙😃 Rock is alive!🤘😆🎸⚡ *Speaks to Raph in ear* Raphi, I think we have a slightly unusual date for Valentine's Day!😉😄💝💘💕

Raphael: *Hugs Candy's waist* It's not bad, the main thing is that you are happy my little pepper😏🥰💗💖💓💞 *Speaks to Candy in his ear* Besides, this is not the only surprise for tonight🤫😈💝🩷💕

@swagreecrow

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allstateautoglass · 4 months ago

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laf-outloud · 2 years ago

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I worked in the restaurant industry for years, I have friends that own breweries. Jensen should be so ashamed of himself. If the FBBC special family party was an event held by anyone else, they would be in hot water right now.

They didn’t deliver on anything they promised. No Danneel, but her parents and brother were there which just makes it extra weird that she didn’t show up. Jensen barely interacted with fans and spent most of his time hiding after advertising for MONTHS that it was going to be a lively, personal affair. And I get it, those people are crazy and I wouldn’t want anything to do with them either, but I also wouldn’t tell them to pay to spend time with me so… And those special “member’s only” glasses? Available for sale at FBBC. The special “member’s only” bottled beer? Available for sale and on tap at FBBC. They’re claiming it’s extra inventory/leftovers, but I don’t buy that. So they didn’t get anything they were excited for– no fun Jensen, no mini concert, no Jenneel content, no exclusive merch, and it looked like a lame night in general. Jensen can pretend all he wants that he’s different and not like the rest of the guys in Hollywood who open up breweries because they want more money and like beer, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that he’s exactly like them.

Thanks for sharing your inside perspective. My guess is that FBBC isn't important enough in the brewery community for them to be lambasted for such a lame event.

It sounds like the only exclusive thing to the membership is Jensen, except most of these fans also go to SPN cons where they have even more access to him with autos and panels so even that wasn't exclusive.

"Jensen can pretend all he wants that he’s different and not like the rest of the guys in Hollywood who open up breweries because they want more money and like beer, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that he’s exactly like them."

I couldn't have said it better!

#ask box #anti jensen #anti fbbc #fbbc con 2023 #false advertising

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kevin--of-desert-bluffs · 1 year ago

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WTNV quick rundown - 81 - After 3327

Featuring Maureen Johnson as Intern Maureen.

To err is human. But to err is also computer. We’ll have to find another test to reveal which of us are secretly bots. Welcome to Night Vale.

Intern Maureen drops by the studio with her new beagle puppy. Cecil is instantly enamoured with the cute pup. Maureen is still trying to get Cecil to sign a letter saying she completed her internship. She has a new one, 'leading an army or whatever'. He still won't sign it. Sensing he's distracted, she leaves.

She leaves in the company of the boy Cecil saw her with before and whom he doesn't trust.

The Museum of Forbidden Technologies hosts a lecture by Night Vale High’s AP auto shop teacher Nick Teller. Of course, since learning about most technology is forbidden, it is required of him to wear a burlap sack over his head and have a white noise machine blasting through the lecture.

He gets frustrated with this and removes the sack, switching off the white noise maker. He then tells people how to save energy which includes a generator that runs indefinately on no fuel that he has invented.

He also mentioned how an experiment he did before caused a boat to start jumping through parallell time and space, causing him to have to fake his death and change his whole life to evade the consequences.

Cecil continues to repeat what he's saying, making him an accomplice in the forbidden learning of new things. Cecil was doing this on purpose so that he could get a couple of weeks off work. Between reeducation sessions, he manages to get chores done and spend some time with Carlos. He also visits Nick, who says he doesn't mind his new job and is 'feeding' the cars as well as grading pictures.

Weather: "Table Song" by Katie Kuffel

NV leaves offerings of fruit and Rolaids for the Eternal Scouts in their glass cases in front of City Hall.

Wednesday is Take Your Daughter To Work Day. Wednesday is Put Your Daughter To Work Day. Wednesday is Teach Your Daughter How To Do Whatever Simple Task It Is You Are Paid To Do And Then, Once She Has Mastered It, Slip Away And Leave Her As Your Replacement Day.

Dark Owl Records is having a sale, especially on art which has no real value, and Michelle wants to know what albums you want so she can throw all the copies she owns in the trash because it's become too popular. She burns this statement into Cecil's lawn.

Harrison Kip testifies against Hiram, speaking about how he was tricked into raising a sand golem for Hiram. He also says that he was so ashamed he's been living far out in the desert which is mostly peaceful but he recently saw something which scared him but he doesn't say what.

Cecil likes the show 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' which is some kind of lawyer show in NV.

Stay tuned next for an unexpected gain in cabin pressure. No mask will help you. We weren’t prepared for things to go this way. And good night, Night Vale. Good night.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 81

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ambiguouspuzuma · 1 year ago

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Cowboys

Jared missed the way things used to be. There was no finesse left in this world, or so it seemed - back when he was coming up, stealing a car had been a finely skilled profession, the work of masters of a craft to which he had devoted many years of his own study, but it sometimes felt that time had made a fool of him. In today's game, any cowboy with a crowbar felt themselves qualified for a little grand theft auto, and all of that careful practice had been rendered almost obsolete.

It had been harder, back in his day. More important to do things right. From the careful jimmying of the windows, to the deft hotwiring of the ignition, he'd brought a sense of elan to the proceedings, completing each job with minimal fuss and in complete silence. Not so the car thieves of today, whose primitive smash-and-grab tactics set off every alarm in earshot, left the tarmac strewn with window-glass for anyone to trace, and even damaged the very thing they were supposed to be stealing.

But they got away with it. That was the most frustrating thing, in Jared's view - other than the dozen other ways in which they drove him up the wall. When he'd been a child, neighbours might have left their doors unlocked, but they'd also kept an eye out for each other. They'd kept an ear out, too: without landlines of their own, they'd listened for the ringing of the phone box on the nearest corner, and rushed out to take any call that came in. It didn't matter that it wasn't their business: they would find out whose it was, and pass on the message to its intended recipient.

That had all changed. Today, the phone boxes were gone, and a car in the lay-by could be blaring for ten minutes with barely a twitch of the curtains from the house next-door. If the neighbours bothered to acknowledge the alarm at all, it was only as an expression of annoyance, focused on their own suffering in the face of such a dreadful racket. They did their best to block the siren out, failing to consider that its awfulness was purposeful, and that it might have been designed to cut through their concentration for a reason.

The cowboys didn't even have to worry about leaving a trace. The cops didn't care, any more than the neighbours had: on arriving at an empty driveway, they just filled out an incident report, and gave the victims a reference number for their insurance. The thieves could drop their wallets at the scene of the crime, leave the car's GPS location on, and offer it for sale on social media, and the police would still say there was nothing they could do.

It was driving Jared mad - and, more importantly, it was driving him of business. Skills which used to be prized were now useless, and he was finding he could no longer compete with the cowboys now flooding the market. Quantity over quality. That was the modern way. It was the Wild West out there, and all of the old norms had gone out of the windscreen. There was nothing he could do to turn back the tide.

Of course, he could still go fishing.

He'd followed them, sometimes, when the alarms kicked off. Jared had trained to avoid that sound like a death knell, so he was still sensitive to it, even if nobody else was, and it called to him whenever they were working nearby. He'd started turning up to the scene of the crime - at first just to watch, to scoff at the amateurs and throw his hands up at their inexplicable success, but then he'd started taking it personally.

That curiosity had not been easily let go, and he'd wondered what other bumbling mistakes the group had made, how easy it would be to tail them home - no trouble at all, it turned out - or what exactly they were doing with all their clumsy loot. Things like that. He hadn't expect them to lead them to a parking lot chock-full of cars, all corralled together like a herd of cattle, a hundred head of sheep in a single paddock, without a single padlock holding them there.

Jared guessed that these thieves, if they'd even thought that far ahead, had figured they'd be safe from being targeted themselves. They knew to listen for the alarms, the smashed glass, even if most bystanders didn't bother - having only learnt their own way of doing things, they fancied themselves immune to it. They'd never had the benefit of Jared's education. They'd never learnt what he could do.

It was slow work, one car at a time, but he began to sneak in every night - rustling their herd by inches, taking back what they'd taken from others, what they'd taken from him. It might still be subtle by their standards, but it was the easiest work of his career: like a walk in the car park, falling off a Leaf, or taking Camrys from a baby.

The beauty was that he enjoyed all of the same advantages. They couldn't call the cops. They weren't insured. They couldn't follow him, or at least not as easily. Jared knew the old ways - how to keep a low profile, how to cover his tracks, how to steal a car and make sure that it stayed stolen. He might be nothing but an old, washed-up thief, equipped with a misplaced sense of honour and a certain set of skills, but he could be more than a match for the arrogance of these cowboys.

One car at a time, he could sprinkle a little finesse across the world. One car at a time, with gear-stick wedged firmly in reverse, he would show the world the way things used to be.

#writing #short story #writeblr #creative writing #original writing

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randomstufftournament · 2 years ago

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I was planning on going through the list and picking the top ones to make the bracket with, but I didn't want to deprive you of any of the list (106 items long!!)

So it's going to be a bigger tournament than I expected!

At the end, the three winners will go head-to-head and we'll be able to crown a first, second, and third place winner.

The (randomly generated) first round of matchups will be:

a raccoon standing on its hind legs and making too much eye contact vs. imagined dragons

<3 vs. backwards baseball cap

A single small pellet of cobalt-60 vs space heater

Necklace chain (no pendant) vs sweet potato maki

Jellycat Amore Dog vs Syzygy

Seagull with a whole chili dog vs Wojtek the bear

Tomorrow vs A leaf with a tiny bug-sized bite taken out of it

Roasted parsnips vs bread

Thursday the 12th vs the first email account you ever made

Those ergonomic mice that are sideways and tall vs A Geiger counter but for great pussy

LOL vs Batfish

Lightly sweetened whole grain cereal vs green gummy bear

Nikita Khrushchev's shoe vs The molasses flood

Noticing a new freckle vs Petrichor

Window that brings in a slight draft vs big fluffy bathrobes

Greeting cards vs the little fake hands you put on a finger

A rat holding a strawberry in its little hands vs the giant catfish in the Chornobyl reactor cooling pond

The Cuban missile crisis vs LipSmacker flavored lip gloss

Couch cover vs uquiz for what kind of kitchen utensil you'd be

Orange tic tacs vs Paw print set in concrete

Plastic animal figurines vs empty snail shell

Permian-Triassic Extinction Event vs single unmatched sock (its mate has been lost)

Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) vs leggings with a run in them

Florida Man vs Funables Fruity Snacks, Mixed Berry Fruit Snacks, Family Size, 40 Count

Bath beads (shape of dolphin) vs wet log in the ground, home to moss and fungi

The shoes that Muntadhar al-Zaidi threw at George Bush vs Pi Day

The Chornobyl elephant's foot vs Matryoshka dolls

Pigeon vs candy necklaces from the 1990s

Swinging so high on a swing set that you become briefly weightless at the top of the arc vs ring pop

Sex dice that can only deliver confusing combinations vs the state of Florida

Queen Elizabeth's corpse vs sheet of cat stickers

SALE! 2/$2.99 Fresh Hass Avocado vs orange slime made by an 8-year-old and then left to dry out in the back of a closet for years

The color puce vs pill case

A nuclear-powered ramjet vs Chromodorus Willani

Red lava lamp vs glow in the dark stars to put on your bedroom ceiling

Ufo porno vs Lego three in ones

Disposable chopsticks vs garlic bread

Generic grocery store brand apple juice from concentrate vs skeleton

Three haunted porcelain dolls vs a duck with perfectly formed human hands instead of wings coming out of its shoulders

A bus pass with $7.33 on it vs The last of the gift wrap paper (not enough to wrap a present)

The SL-1 reactor in Idaho vs 1 yard of fleece

Glasses without lenses vs the rabies virus

There are a few byes that we'll come across in round 2:

Tapetum lucidum (will face the winner of matchup #1)

1 can of Goya brand black beans (will face the winner of matchup #4)

A dog who is normal in every way except that it can identify any plant by its scientific name (will face the winner of matchup #5)

Duke the Bush's Baked Beans mascot (will face the winner of matchup #6)

Jumbo binder clips (will face the winner of matchup #9)

Mead (will face the winner of matchup #12)

The smell of a Sears auto department (will face the winner of matchup #15)

The composer Fryderyk Chopin's heart, In case in a jar of booze in a church in the middle of Warsaw, Poland (will face the winner of matchup #16)

Sour cream (will face the winner of matchup #17)

A 2005 Honda Civic with a vinyl wrap of Sasuke on the side (will face the winner of matchup #20)

73 dachshunds (will face the winner of matchup #21)

$9.99 headphones from CVS (will face the winner of matchup #22)

The French language (will face the winner of matchup #25)

The number 11 (will face the winner of matchup #26)

The Weather Channel on August 28th 2005 (will face the winner of matchup #27)

World peace (will face the winner of matchup #30)

Glass swan sold at a gas station (will face the winner of matchup #33)

Discarded McDonald's toy found on the sidewalk (will face the winner of matchup #36)

Lube that just. too slippery to be useful (will face the winner of matchup #37)

@hillbilly---man's Archie comics phase World War II veteran who hates sharks (will face the winner of matchup #38) *I changed this one because quite a few of you don't know me and don't care about my Archie comics phase. Apologies to the submitter!

Roasted garlic (will face the winner of matchup #41)

White LEDs (will face the winner of matchup #42)

The placement of all of these was done randomly, but I'll try to seed future rounds based on performance.

The first polls will be published tomorrow

#i dont know who put in that thing about my archie comics hyperfixation from like six years ago but i feel very seen #anyway. i hope you have as much fun with these as I'm having #polls #brackets #tournament

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