#the havana Rats

[escapedaudios]

Hey, if no one’s gonna take Badabing next season i’ll gladly volunteer hands down.

But seriously, is Badabing going to be the only person in the group without a relationship? Because i’m seriously getting the vibe that he’s gonna help his brother with his. True wingman.

....you'll see.

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

I can't wait for Boom's series. That big guy is so precious 🥰

[ltwilliammowett]

Tom, the ship's cat, in the mess with his mates, early 20th century, unknown ship

In 1898, an explosion sank USS Maine in Havana Harbor, killing 266 men. Tom, the "Senior Cat of the Navy," became a national celebrity after being found in the Maine's wreckage. He had singed fur and a wounded foot but quickly resumed his rat catching duties on another ship.

[disneydarlin]

Encanto: Bruno Madrigal —Aesthetic

Bruno Madrigal's Character & Personality

Bruno is a man somewhere in his fifties who's the youngest triplet child of Alma and Pedro. He was gifted with the ability to see the future. Due to his precognition gift, Bruno has been labeled as someone who "makes bad things happen" by others when he's merely the requested bearer of the news. He's kind-hearted, caring, fairly comical, quiet and shy. Unfortunately, Bruno is easily nervous and suffers from anxiety. He's insecure and avoidant because he believes others' accusations of his gift causing problems. Bruno is described as introverted and socially awkward. Whenever he had a prophecy, he inadvertently hurt or angered people, causing him to retreat from society to avoid upsetting anyone. Bruno's gift made him paranoid and fearful of his surroundings. Thus, he uses a sand-based ritual to help focus and control his power. As a result of living ten years in isolation, Bruno developed odd behaviors, like knocking on wood, stumbling, muttering, and two alternate identities to keep himself occupied. Though he claimed to be fine alone, he actually missed his family and wished to be with them despite their negative perceptions of him. Since his gift didn't live up to his mother's expectations, Bruno is intimidated by her, even though he wants to make her proud. Beyond this, he's gentle with animals. Bruno befriended the rats living in Casa's walls, sharing what little food he has with them and enjoying their company. When the house crumbles, he takes them with him before escaping. Bruno even accepts his nephew's animal friends, letting his capybara's join the vision and allowing the coatimundi to hang from his shoulder. More than anything, he's selfless with a strong love and loyalty to his family. Despite the way some treated him, Bruno isn't spiteful and has a forgiving heart. He's willing to do anything to protect his relatives from being treated the same way he was. This is because Bruno's greatest wish is to help his family, especially his older sisters and brother-in-laws. The misunderstanding at Pepa's wedding arose from his attempt to help her relax and embrace her emotions with an ill-worded joke. Although the townspeople were afraid of him, Bruno happily works with them in rebuilding the house, having a close bond with them. After he's reaccepted into his family, he becomes more cheerful and enthusiastic.

[play-now-my-lord]

if havana syndrome was real they could make more sophisticated and selective ultrasonic devices to induce insatiable homosexuality in rats. They'd use it too. Your landlord would put one in and you'd stumble out at 3 in the morning to eat a cold hotdog from the fridge and there'd be a half dozen rats on the kitchen floor full-on fisting each other. Furious squeaks of forbidden delight. Blood and urine everywhere. You know, maybe it wouldn't be so bad

[astralbulldragon13]

Funny idea:

The Tolonis show up in Havana where our dear rats are holed up, thinking they might get a reward for finding them. As they are making threats, the Intern is just sitting at the bar and looking unimpressed. When they’ve had enough of the BS they draw a pistol (I looked it up and citizens can own firearms in Cuba if they have the proper licenses and, we’ll, Guy knew a Guy).

Without even looking at the Cousins, the Intern shoots at them. If one of them is wearing a hat, it is now on the floor with a perfectly aligned bullet hole and the cousin might need to see a barber.

(Headcannon: my Intern was taught to shoot by their grandfather hunting prairie dogs)

[plaqying]

so yk how stacy might end up getting in the way of badaboom and his listener in havana rats

this song

thank you everyone

[remembertheplunge]

Wednesday December 16, 1987

Cold. High clouds. A few stars peek through.

Lucky we saw "Our Town" the other night. "Blessed be the tie that binds".

The word this am in all my five books I'm currently reading is "seeing". Stop looking and start seeing.

Office party today___wine, fun,  laughter.

Home___ Mom comes around the corner, crying. “I want to tell you something. Sam is dead.” 

Should we tell him (Dad). "No. Tell him after. After the Mansion House."

The Mansion House: Christmas Carols. Turkey dinner. Food glorious food.

Home:

We tell dad to take a deep breath

He says "tell me. Cat? Rat? George? Sam?"

Mom rounds the corner “He died this morning’

Dad “ I should have listened to you. I should have gone to see him.”

End of entry

Notes: 11/4/2024

Sam was a friend of my father’s. They had known each other since youth. In the 1940s they went to Havana Cuba and had wild times together.  In 1987, they were in their mid 60s. They had been close friends. Sam, who lived about 100 miles from where my parents lived, died of cancer.

Our Town is a play written by Thornton Wilder. It is set in three acts, representing youth, young adulthood, marriage, and the last act is about death. In the play, the church choir sings the song “Blessed be the tie that binds”. In the late 1930’s, my father played the role of George in the play. His wife in the play, Emily, dies in childbirth. Her body is taken to the town  cemetery where she talks with others who have died before her about life and death. In 1987, My parents and I had seen the play days before we learned that Sam had died. I think having just seen it helped my Dad through learning about Sam’s death..

My father told me once that he had a dream in which he had died. After death, he was at a train station. He was waiting to board a train. His friend Sam was there. My Dad died in 2000 and could finally meet Sam at the station, board the train and they could ride off into the mystery together. 

In 1987 I worked for the Stanislaus County Public Defender's office. We had our Christmas party on December 16, which is the party I refer to at the beginning of the entry

"home" refers to my parent's house in Atwater California

The Mansion House was a restaurant 7 miles away in Merced, California.

[lafayettenossie]

Diana Selene, Nola's Mistress of secrets.

9th Generation Nosferatu.

Diana Selene, Mistress of secrets and her Spy network.

- Biography:

Diana Selena was born in Havana (Cuba) on February 15, 1886 into a Creole military family. When the war broke out in 1895, his father remained under the orders of the Spanish government, but finally decided to return to the Iberian Peninsula at the end of the conflict in 1898. The passenger ship they were traveling on was gunned down by an American ship and sunk in the Gulf of Mexico. Diana would be the only survivor of her large family and she was rescued by a ship of sailors returning to New Orleans.

Young Diana in Storyville, NOLA.

The nearly thirteen-year-old was turned over to one of Storyville's brothels as payment for future services to the sailors... Diana, at that time a lanky girl ("all legs and boobs", as she defined herself) remained under the protection of the neighborhood prostitutes, as an assistant when it came to cleaning the brothels or even being herself on occasion sexually exploited to support herself indoors, with food and shelter. From time to time the nuns from the nearby Ursuline Convent went to Storyville and on more than one occasion they took young Diana with them to try to educate her and remove her from that place of vice and perdition. She lasted a short time between the iron discipline of the nuns and used to escape to return to the neighborhood brothels. There she would befriend a strange woman, Avery, the Childe of Lawrence Meeks, the Primogen Nosferatu and lord of the Web of Spies for Prince Doran. Avery detected that Diana could be one of her agents when she verified the young girl's enormous ability to remember everything she heard and saw with complete accuracy. Diana became the eyes and ears of the spy ring in Storyville.

Unfortunately, as she grew older they ran into a problem: she was becoming too beautiful to remain unnoticed. For months they thought whether to Embrace her or not, Avery made her her ghoul to give her a little support when it came to enduring the diseases that plagued the city (malaria, yellow fever, flu, among others). When Lawrence finally gave the go-ahead for her Embrace, in 1914, to his surprise, another of the Nosferatu's Childer, Roger, would take up her Embrace as a method of trying to harm his Sire Lawrence... Of course, by doing so without the permission of Prince Dorian or his sire, to save her life Avery had to hide the neonate in the swamps and Bayou north of the city. There Diana began to learn how to control fauna for sustenance and began to take care of stray cats, abandoned dogs and rats, which would be her favorite surveillance tools ever since.

After Lawrence's retirement in 1945 and his move to Baton Rouge, and the death of Prince Doran and Marcel's rise to power in 1955, Diana returned to Nola, although always keeping a very low profile and using cats and other stray animals to spy on every vampire entering the city. She sometimes shared juicy information with both her Mawla Avery and the then leader of the Spy Network, her "uncle" Martin (Lawrence's third Childe). She never spoke to Roger again.

2005: Katrina Hurricane arrived...

And one fateful August 29, 2005 the sky opened up and engulfed the Crescent City: Katrina has arrived... Diana survived thanks to her cats, who led her out of the most flooded areas. The city was severely damaged and many of the Kindred that inhabited it suffered Final Death due to the flooding of their Havens or being washed out and succumbing to the light of day. This happened with Prince Marcel Guilbeau and with a good part of the Primogen of the city, including his Mawla Avery and her "brothers" Martin and Roger, her Sire. One of the few Kindred to survive was Antonio Calbullarshi, until then the de facto leader of the Tremere clan in the city. He was one of the first to try to unite the survivors, trying to be a leader despite his ineptitude, which he miraculously achieved... Diana would appear before Calbullarshi with a gift that would open the doors of his Court during those first days after the Hurricane: she located alive in the rubble of the late Prince Marcel's plantation mansion Marie D'Rachel, his wayward Childe and lover of the missing Prince Marcel. Because of this, and with her background, it was not difficult to become the new spymaster and mistress of secrets in New Orleans, holding the position of Primogen of the Nosferatu clan as of 2010.

Diana Selene, NOLA's Nosferatu Primogen.

After a series of adverse situations, Diana would leave the position of Primogen Nosferatu in the NOLA Court at the beginning of 2022. She would start her own company as a provider of information to those who could pay her price. The secrets of the city and its inhabitants were in her hands...

- Multiverse:

* Diana Selene met Francis Louis Lafayette in their teens in Storyville. Both became attracted and finally, with time, were good friends and when both were turned into Nosferatu, years later, she was his Mawla and trained the Nossie Detective into her Spy Network. She finally died in 2022 fighting a Niktuku after resigning from her position as Nosferatu Primogen and moving into the "private sector."

* Diana Selene survived the Niktuku attack in 2022 and continued as a free agent, informing those who could pay for her services. In that universe, Francis Lafayette died and his twin sister Marie Louise lived on...

* In 2046, a young Cuban journalist, Artemisa Luna, remembered her previous life as Diana Selene...

Artemisa Luna, journalist...

- Disciplines and Powers:

* Animalism: Diana can speak and command any kind of animals. She usually uses stray animals (dogs, cats, rats, owls, bats,...) as her eyes and ears everywhere at New Orleans. They are her Spy Network.

* Obsfuscate: Diana can hide herself and others to avoid detection, or pretend to be a certain person or go unnoticed on purpose.

* Potence: Diana is stronger than she appears at first glance. She can hit very hard and break bones with just a hit.

* Protean: Diana can see in complete darkness, grow sharp claws on her fingers or disproportionate fangs in her mouth.

[allegrasilva]

Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY.

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full name: allegra isabella rubi silva

nicknames: spitfire, dodge, whip, coyote, correcaminos (road runner), big al, al, ally, alba, legs.

faceclaim:  ana de armas

birthdate: april 19th

alliance: the society

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: mechanic getaway driver

hometown: sancti spiritus, cuba

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

height: 5"3

the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac, red lines of pleasure scratched down your shoulder blades, the ringing of slot machines, a floor length scarlet raw silk gown with nothing underneath it, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, engine grease smudged on your nose, punching nitros and feeling your entire body sing with adrenaline, applying red lipstick in the rearview whilst reversing at high speed, a hand wandering up your inner thigh beneath the table, dancing to guajira over a tinny radio with sunlight pouring through the blinds, sweat glistening on bronze collarbones, the pop and spray of champagne, the feeling of your body nearing g-forces.

Basilio and Catalina were an unlikely pair: one a street rat drag racer, who learned everything he knew from the solares of Havana and the other, a decorated army engineer. Their love was instant chemistry, petroleum kissed match, a passion that burned bright and quickly but gifted them three kids.

Allegra spent the first few years of her life bouncing between military bases until her parents separated and Basilio got the career opportunity of a lifetime. He was to be provisionally training some pit crews at Monaco for the Grand Prix, after spending a couple years in his youth experimenting with mechanics on the Indy 500.

After that the stability of the base never felt adventurous enough for Allegra, who spent at least the entirety of race season living with her father overseas, her other siblings remained with Catalina. Endlessly curious, Allegra would sneak out to where her dad was working and start picking up the skills that brought her to the Society.

Basilio saw that wild streak that he had in himself in Allegra and knew that fighting it would only mean losing her entirely, so he indulged her. Teaching her how to hotwire, allowing her to help him experiment chemically with fuel systems. Allegra grew up grease stained but happy.

She loved her mother but they fought endlessly and she always ended up in trouble for getting into the hangars on base and tinkering with the heavy 4x4s and tanks. Allegra was a constant flight risk. These exploits were aided by her being a competitive gymnast since she was six and her taking up free-running when she spent time in London with her dad before races at Silverstone.

Sensation is everything to Allegra, anything that gets her blood up or adrenaline running is something worth doing.

Organised a simulated Italian Job Scavenger Hunt for her fifteenth birthday party with her car meet friends. The real way to win was to be the last car of the night to be caught and arrested. She very nearly ruined her entire future but just managed to get off by the skin of her teeth.

The champagne and glitter of the Formula One circuit, kids of millionaires becoming Allegra's earliest playmates. She terrorized and captivated them in equal measure; they were fascinated by this little Cuban girl causing so much trouble, she taught the children of diplomats ring of fire, how to take their tequila and how to get out onto the track at night. This is where she got a taste for the finer things, the high life and after that she was used to a certain kind of lifestyle and was going to do anything to maintain it.

Her brother and sister began visiting far more and in turn Allegra would spend a portion of the Winter back in Cuba. She was something of a stranger and something of a legend to friends she had in Havana, she'd been accepted for a mechanics apprenticeship under Ferrari after being caught elbow deep in one of their older models just at the Gran Premio d'Italia at Monza circuit. Another brush with the law that could have ended everything. Though even over the winter she still raced, she still broke into old mansions, llegaypones and bajareques with her friends, setting off firecrackers and doing the usual hoodrat shit.

Basilio was considering sending her back to Cuba permanently as her antics could reflect poorly on him, something she knew she'd despise. She needed newness, travel, novelty, excitement. Ferrari sent her to school, a strange combination of mechanical, electrical engineering, chemistry and physics that for the first time actually challenged her mind instead of leaving her bored and disruptive in the classroom.

Giselle, her sister, had slowly morphed into an alternate universe mirror of Allegra, without the mascara smudged last night's party raccoon eyes and the acting out. A perfect slick back bun, ROTC, her mother's miniature.

Then Elle was dead, just like that, her entire family that had just about sustained equilibrium again shattered in every direction. Allegra's father had just bought a house in upstate New York, much to his employers chagrin, he had turned to her and muttered under his breath 'Never move to Indiana, mija'. Now they could barely talk to each other.

Allegra was sixteen and put her head down and got to work. She drifted through the race circuit for almost eight years until she started to get her spark back, her love for the work, her inspiration. Unfortunately, even if you don't experiment with fuel types and engine parts on the race site or race team's HQ, being a mad mechanic scientist reflected poorly on the company and Allegra was dumped on her ass with a small bag of belongings, no fixed address and no village to return to. She completed basic training for the Army but got thrown out after knocking her drill sergeant out, luckily Basilio got her out of Cuba and back to the US. Authority had always had to earn her respect or get nothing.

Worked in a few small garages in NY; Rochester, Carmel, before realising she'd never carve out any respect there and focused her sights on the city.

One thing Allegra had learned in her time with F1 was how to network, so for the first three weeks she hit every bar and club she could remember, using any social leverage she could to get in to see old familiar faces and schmooze her way up. She landed a personal valet, driver position, when posed as having a beautiful thing in the driver's seat would be some kind of novelty for the very rich client and his esteemed guests.

Ingratiated herself fully with the New York car meet and drag race scenes, this is where one of The Society saw her race for the first time and quietly passed her information up the ranks for contact. [ Wanted Connection ]

Names all the cars she's ever driven and 'knows' their personalities. Speaks to them like she's riding a damn horse. Who cares if she gets results. Laments that she never got to go back for 'Hugo the Yugo' that she drove once in Indianapolis.

So what if when she took Society leaders for a test drive so they could see what she could do she very seriously asked: Danza Kuduro or Gasolina? Pick one. She got the job, even if she overexplained the horrendous fate of a young Scandinavian water carrier from early F1 and how she had trained on their simulators and cars which regularly hit 200mph so reacting to obstacles and pedestrians was everything. How blinking could end it all.

Allegra has a range of playlists you can choose when you get in her ride: 80s power anthems, reggaeton, speed metal, punto cubano guajira, classic rock, 2000s sleepover, rap, hip hop, techno trance, an entirely Pitbull playlist entitled 'Pledge Allegiance to Mr. Worldwide' and many, many more.

Uses her devil-may-care reputation to make sure people underestimate her and don't think she's capable of deeper machinations, she's extremely intelligent, even if she also happens to spend a lot of her time at the Ruby Casino chatting up boring, ugly clientele. She can slip on a new character every night, they don't get to meet her.

Doesn't have an appropriate fear response at all, instead of becoming serious or fearful when afraid she often laughs like crazy, sometimes scaring those not familiar with her particular brand of gearhead. Drifting at 40mph with a maniacally giggling driver is an experience. Though she can seem flippant and capricious to those unfamiliar with her, when it's time to work she flips into a mode that is all steel.

Most often seen cruising the city on her KTM 1290 Super Duke GT motorbike, or in her 1970 Dodge Charger, she loves classic cars.

In her element when she's in her garage come laboratory space, a pair of welder's goggles perched on her head and gesticulating wildly with a wrench, yet few see that, instead they see the polished young lady in a perfectly tailored suit or a raw silk dress sat in the driver's seat.

[escapedaudios]

Escaped. The man the myth the legend. I know you wanna finish a series or two before you do the havana rats but would you like for it come out before new years?

It'll very likely be here by the first week of December. Once My Greasefire Life and Blue Infinity finish, I'll roll in My True Love is Dead, and The Havana Rats. Once Der Wolfsjäger is finished I'll start working on Vox Gothic.

Sneaky Goblin and NiFODD will get random installments throughout. I'm still on hiatus but I'll be back in full force by November 3rd. I really really wish I could end my hiatus sooner but I'm not in a position to produce audios right now, but I'm itching to get back into it!

[pbandjesse]

It was a very sleepy day. Recovering from such a long day yesterday was tough. But I tried to just be okay with the resting. The rainy weather helped. Giving me a sleepy ambiance.

I slept pretty well overall. I woke up at 930 without an alarm and was not thrilled. I had slept on my arm in a weird way and it hurt so much. Like shockingly painful, surprised I didn't get woken up by the pain painful. I would spend a few minutes stretching it out and it would get better but it was very uncomfortable.

I got cleaned up and dressed in my current favorite jumpsuit and my staying at home sweatshirt I got during lockdown. I just wanted to be cozy.

It was sort of chilly downstairs. I would get myself a bowl of cereal and got in the couch to play my video game. But it turns out we are basically done all the major things and now it's just small tasks. I was getting frustrated by the map, which I struggle to understand already, and was going in circles for a while. I was having fun but after an hour I was just tired.

I had a little lunch. And my stomach hurts again. So I would just chill and lay on the couch and watch YouTube shorts. It is funny how different my algorithm is on different platforms. On Instagram it's a lot of home diy and art. On TikTok it's very silly but also music and politics. But on YouTube it's almost all media focused. Lots of clips of shows. And twitch streamers.

I had opened the backdoor for light and to enjoy the breeze. It was a little drizzly but nice.

But then all of a sudden I heard animal screaming and I went outside and Sweetp had a rat!! It was half in the fence and Sweetp had the rat's tail in his mouth and was pulling and I was like ah!! And went and picked him up and said we don't do that. But like also good job? But also your outside privileges are temporarily revoked.

He could still go in his catio. I'm not a monster.

I would be on the couch for a long time. I would eventually muster up the energy to get up and felt kind of woozy. I probably should have just gone to sleep but I wanted to get something accomplished. So I would head upstairs to do some closet organizing.

My idea was that I would pull out all my camp clothes and put it in my extra trunk. But I ended up having my extra black trunk for my clothes I'll bring to sleep over camp, but then the brown trunk will be for field trip stuff for the next couple weeks. And like it's not a perfect system but it was something. And I hope that my closet clothes can be mainly for museum and day off clothes. Slightly nicer stuff. Less outdoorsy.

I had just gotten everything out of the closet when James texted me that the Fulwilers wanted to go to Little Havana for dinner. Like ASAP. And I was like what. I am in the middle of something. I said that if it was at 5 I could probably finish. But honestly I didn't want to go and spiraled a bit because I felt like I would be a jerk for not going. It's mother's day! I had reached out to my mom and also Anne but me and my mom have plans on Saturday so I am judg focused on that and I felt incredibly disregulated.

James said I didn't have to go but I did. I would have felt terrible not going. But also the fomo of missing out on food? To strong to handle.

I would keep working but I couldn't focus and would just have to do the rest when we got home. I got myself together. Put on eyeliner. And headed into the rain.

It had started raining harder but wasn't to bad by the time I got to the restaurant. But I had a terrible drive there. I couldn't get over and had to go a weird way to get there after missing a turn. People hair driving stupid. I was really angry and upset and not having a good time. I didn't even want to leave the house and now I was just really upset.

Then when I got over there I found that their parking lot was a pay lot now??? Since when?? And was more upset and texted James but then when they came out to help a free spot opened up in front and everything was okay.

I was happy to see everyone. Anne and Tucker and Charlotte. They got appetizers but nothing I could have so we ordered their "stoplight" chips. Which come with salsa, cheese, and guacamole. In three bowls. So it looks like a stoplight. And it is very good. And I did have fun. There was a lot of talking and it was mostly a very good time. I got to learn some stuff about some of the antique they own. And the plan for who gets what. I got to hear about Charlotte's Taylor Swift PowerPoint presentation. And it was a a nice time. But it was absolutely not dinner.

We didn't order anything else? Just the appetizers and lots of drinks. Which is fine but also was not dinner. After there were hugs and goodbyes I told James I was brought out of the house under false pretenses. James would take me to the diner for real dinner.

When we got there James would bet we would sit on the side of the diner we have never sat on. But I told them not to get their hopes up. And I was correct. We still have never sat on that side!!

We both got sandwiches. It was nice to see the families celebrating all around us. But my stomach hurt. And both of us were so tired. So we were mainly quiet and playing on our phones. We would eat. And enjoy each other's presence. But we were also both really ready to go home. They gave me a yellow rose at the counter. I'm not a mother but it was still nice to get. Maybe next year.

When we got back here I would go back to my clothes. James washed my water mug (which smelled horrific??? No idea why that happened). But they mostly left me alone so I could do my thing.

I chose the things I want to bring and there was some stuff I wanted to hang up and some stuff to put in storage. But I felt good about everything and would finish within an hour.

James would join me in laying in bed and watching TikToks for an hour or so. We were laughing and learning about stuff and it was just really nice. Sweetp came and joined us.

Eventually I went to take a shower. James would make a fuss about me being so pretty again. Which is very sweet. I love them so very much. It was nice to be clean though and change into a sweatshirt. And now we are in bed again. I am ready to sleep.

Tomorrow James is taking the car to get the oil changed. I am not sure what I will do here. I mostly just want to rest. I hope I feel more normal tomorrow.

I hope you all sleep good tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!

[100percentdirtball]

Buns are lagomorphs not rodents :)

oh you're so right!! emma is actually a rat 🥰🥰 and she does have havana syndrome

[mint-moon25]

Naomi Scott - Speechless (from Aladdin) (Official Video)

JESSICA - TOLD - THE - PHILIPPINES

‘SHUT - YOUR - MOUTHS - IN - MIAMI - FLORIDA’

‘YOU - WILL - NOT - SAY - A - BLK - MAN - U - WILL

JUST - SAY - HE’s - A - MAN’

‘SUPPRESSION - OF - SPEECH’ - AMENDMENT 1

VIOLATED - $500,000 - $800,000 - PER - INCIDENT

STATE - PRISON - THEIR - MARRIOT - MARQUIS

HOTEL - AS - BLKS - AND - HISPANICS

I - SAID - ANYWAY - A - BLK - MALE - PERSON ...

REMINDED - HER - THAT’s - RIGHT - HER GPA

IS - NOT - WILL - NEVER - B - 9.000 - NOT - FR

JOHN HOPKINS UNIVERSITY - OR - ANY - IVY

LEAGUE - UNIVERSITY - NOT - GEORGETOWN

UNIVERSITY - MARKETING - OR - HOTEL - AND

RESTAURANT - MANAGEMENT

YET - HAS - 2 APT - BUILDINGS

FEELS - GOOD - NOT - GETTING - ANY - APT - 2

JESUS - IS - LORD

GET - 2 - KEEP - ALL - MY - $943 - EACH MONTH

NEW HORIZONS - CMHC - 4 - MENTALLY - ILL

HUDS - OF - LOONIES - ILLEGAL - LITTLE HAVANA

ELENA QUIROS - WANTED - 2 - PLUNDER - MY SSI

AGE 67 - APT - BUILDING

ELECTRICITY - $403 - 1 BEDROOM - APT

AGE 87 - APT - BUILDING

ELECTRICITY - $503 - $550

OLDER - THE - BUILDING - THE MORE - ELECTRICITY

BILLS - NOT - ENCOURAGED - 2 B - OLD - AND - LONG

STILL - THERE - NOT - GREAT - 4 - EVERYONE

RATS - ROACHES - ANTS - FLAMMABLE EASY

LEMONADE - RENTERS - INSURANCE

LABRE PLACE - APARTMENTS

13 YRS OLD - $92.97 - BY - MEMORY - INSURANCE

2 YRS - OLD - $72.92 - BECAUSE NEW AND GREAT

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS,

SAW - MY - FLORIDA - DISSOLUTION - OF 

MARRIAGE - OVER - $900 - WHAT - ALEXIS

SHARKAY - NEEDED - A - SECRET - DIVORCE

49 STATES - ONE - MUST - B - IN - SAFER YES

STATE - 2 - PUBLISH

BARBIE - SEEKING - DIVORCE - FR - KEN

NOT - IN - CALIFORNIA - OVER - $100 YES

SHARKAY - SHOULD - HAVE - DONE THAT

ANNOUNCED - DIVORCE

STRANGLES - 2 - DEATH - THE - 3RD TIME

THEN - HE - SHOT - HIMSELF - IN - DAUGHTER’s

APT - IN - FORT MYERS - FLORIDA - NEAR - YOU

KNOW - WHO - A - HUD - THERE

SO - SHE - THINKS - CAN - GET - AWAY - WITH

MY - NATURALIZATION - CALIFORNIA

MY - FL - STATE - ID - THROWING - ALL - IN THE

TRASH - BUT - HAVING - PLASTIC - SURGERY

BRAIN - SURGERY - LOTS - DONE

NEW - HEIGHT - 5′9 FT

NEW - FACE - PAULINA PORIZKOVA - MARILYN

MONROE - AND - USC - KOREA - JULIA MA - CA

MODEL - CAN’T - WAIT - IN - TOKYO - JAPAN

LOTS - OF - SURGERIES - LARGER - BREASTS

NON-LEAKABLE - TOTAL - HEAD - 2 - TOES

$100 BILLION - PAID - ALREADY - BY - MOM

MEDICAL - INSURANCE - LOTS - OF KENDO

$250 MILLION - WON - 4 - ME - HER - ONLY

DAUGHTER - SINCE - AGE 3 - TOKYO JAPAN

I - WON - 2 - KENDO - COMPETITIONS

$500 MILLION

MAKATI - KIDS - BANKS - 95% - INTEREST

BEARING - NOW - $450 BILLION - USD - &

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Who Was The Pied Piper of Hamelin?

The Pied Piper is a legendary tale that dates back to the early 1300s in the German town of Hamelin. The setting is believed to be related to the Hamelin church which was destroyed in 1660.  This is one of the most popular German myths and legends. The story recounts the history of the people tortured by a plague of rats that no one was able to defeat. Amid all this misery, a pied-dressed piper appeared and offered to rid the town of its infestation for a huge sum of money. After completing his task, drowning the rats in a nearby river, the townsfolks, led by the mayor, were reluctant to honor the agreement.  In revenge, the piper took all the children from the town. The town hired hunters to find the piper, in an effort to recover the children. However, the search was futile, as neither the piper nor the children, were ever seen again.

Who Wrote the Pied Piper of Hamelin?

There have been many recounts of this German tale, my favorites being: - Robert Browning, - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in the Brothers Grimm. Both writers did an excellent job in reshaping the fictional piece in short story format. - Another account found in the Horizon Readers Book B, tells the legend from a Cuban city in Havana but goes against the historical background of the Pied Piper. In addition, the story moves away from the common and popular fairytales, where witches use wands, spells, or potions, to get their magic done. Even the Mayor was disappointed with the extreme ease by which the piper lured the rats away from the town. The piper placed his pipe to his lips and all the rats followed his music to a nearby river. Not one single rat stayed in the town that morning. They all drowned in the water, except for one big rat, who managed to swim to the other side of the river. Readers will also be intrigued by the vivid descriptions used by the writers in telling this story. For example, ‘The rats were so big that they fought the dogs and killed the cats and bit the babies in their cradles.’ Even though both authors are only retelling a story, you can’t help but wonder, why the children? Why do writers use children to pay for the mistakes of the parents? The Pied Piper highlights the deception of the piper when the mayor refuses to pay the agreed amount. So, once more, he placed his pipe to his lips, luring away all the children, except for one who was lame and unable to keep pace with the group. Read the full article

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Ok I decided today that in The Havana Rats there will be a scene where Jean and Stacy discuss their breakup with the rest of the cast.

Each one gives a different version of the story and you never know which one is telling the truth. Jean's version of the story goes plainly to the point and makes the breakup seem like it was a practical decision made with hardly any emotion. In Stacy's version they both speak like bombastic soap opera characters, complete with an emotional soundtrack and melodramatic sound effects.

Both of them are completely misrepresenting the truth.

How Jean and Stacy's breakup goes