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[myfinder]

We explore the finest concierge services in Dubai that promise to deliver unmatched assistance and convenience, ensuring a seamless and luxurious experience. From exclusive access to top-tier events to personalized travel arrangements, these services cater to every need with exceptional attention to detail.

[billionaireconciergeuk]

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: A New World {7}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: It's summer break and that means drunken shenanigans. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, alcohol, sexual themes WC: 1.8k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight

A gentle melody echoed down the hall and you smiled at the sound as you quietly closed the front door. A soft moan escaped your lips as Lando eased your coat off and kissed your shoulder. 

“I think Charles beat us home,” he whispered against your skin. 

“Or there is a very refined intruder here.”

Lando chuckled as he kicked his shoes off and laced his fingers with yours. You stepped carefully along the wooden floorboards, creeping your way to the arch that opened into the larger living space. Deep in his zone, Charles sat shirtless in front of the piano and didn’t notice your arrival until you and Lando slipped onto the bench chair beside him.

“Keep going,” you urged when his fingers stilled and the note rang out. “It’s beautiful.”

Lando lightly tapped a higher key and Charles reached for the lid with a shake of his head. “It’s not ready yet.”

He was always a little shy with his music, until he was certain it was complete. It was challenging not to press him when you weren’t the most patient of people. But you tried. 

“Have you had lunch?”

He shook his head again, water drops flicking from his wet hair and tickling your skin. “I just got home too.”

It had been a long three days apart but if you wanted to have a few weeks undisturbed then you had to go to the factory for some work. Lando had been in Woking, Charles in Maranello and you had gone to the new HQ in Silverstone. Everyone was happy to be home in Monaco, together. 

“How about we go out?” you offered. “It’s officially holiday mode…and August.”

“You just want to get drunk,” Lando teased with a wink. “I’m in for some bottomless mimosas. Charles?”

“Only if I get you all to myself for the rest of the weekend. I don’t want to leave the apartment at all, especially if I am hungover.”

“I suppose I could handle that,” you said with a playful eye roll, “but you'll have to find some way to keep us entertained.”

He looked down with a smile and nodded. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

Half an hour later you were almost ready to go out when there was a call from the concierge about an oversized delivery. “Did you guys order anything?”

“Not that I remember.”

“I have some new Quadrant hoodies but they shouldn’t be oversized.”

You curiously hung around the front door waiting and frowned at a crate that arrived in the service elevator. “Is that Heineken?”

One of the men looked up at the only apartment door on the floor before double checking the name. “Delivery for Verstappen?”

“That would be the next block over,” you said pointing to the identical apartment tower across the street, until you saw the first name on the delivery notice, your name. “What the hell is my brother up to?” 

You swiped the invoice off the top of the crate and tore it open to see there were 30 boxes of Heineken’s 0% alcohol beer, courtesy of Max’s latest commercial he had done for the brand. Pulling your phone out, you hit Max’s contact and stepped out onto the balcony that faced his apartment from the guest room.

“Hello, zusje,” he greeted with a smile in his tone. “How can I help you?”

“Step outside.”

You heard the scrape of his door sliding open before he stepped out onto his balcony and waved across the street. Cupping your hands around your mouth you shouted to be sure he heard you, “What the fuck, Max!”

“I’m looking out for your health,” he laughed into his phone. “Tastes good, you should try it.”

“I didn’t just go a month without alcohol to drink that shit. Come and get it before I get home or I’ll get a slingshot and send it back the fun way.”

His curiosity was piqued as he took a seat in the shade. “Where are you going?” 

“Lunch and drinks, then see how we go.”

“I’ll see what Kel’s plans are but meet you at Jimmyz?” 

You gave him the thumbs up. “Sounds good if we can still walk by then.”

The room spun as you tried to stand up. You no longer had a brain, just a constant beat of a drum that throbbed painfully in your head with every movement. The air was stale in the room but the smell of rum was stronger and you opened a window to save your stomach from heaving. Images of the night before came with sporadic bursts that made zero sense and your boyfriends were of little help as they lay comatose on the bed. 

You were in desperate need of water so you grabbed one of the silk robes abandoned on the floor and stepped out into the hall as you tied it around your waist. You had barely finished tying it off when you stumbled past the guest room and saw a pasty white ass on the bed. 

“Pierre?” 

“Je dors, go away,” the man groaned and rolled over to barely lift his head from the pillow, both confirming his identity and also scarring your eyes as you rushed out of the room. 

 You were still trying to erase the image of him when you ran into Kika leaving the kitchen with a mug of coffee. “Are you okay?” she asked as she placed a calming hand on your shoulder. “You look sick.”

“I feel sick,” you grumbled as you stole the coffee. “I saw more of your boyfriend in the last three seconds than I have in three years of knowing him.”

Kika giggled sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be awake so early. You guys were pretty hammered last night.”

“I’ll be honest, I can’t remember anything.”

Kika grabbed your hand and towed you back to the kitchen, placing you on a stool at the breakfast bar before making herself another cup. You weren't sure about actually drinking the coffee just yet but the scent alone was enough to bring some life back to you as you watched Kika take a seat on the bench next to the coffee machine while it made another espresso. 

“You guys went fucking wild last night,” Kika started with a laugh. “You were already wasted by the time Charles called Pierre to invite us out. It’s a surprise they even let you into Jimmyz.”

“I can act sober when I need to.”

Kika snorted a laugh. “That’s exactly what you told the bouncer too. Good thing Charles was able to convince him.”

That wasn’t anything new, Charles could sweet talk his way out of anything, especially in Monaco. “Fuck, I can’t remember any of that.”

“I’m not surprised,” Pierre chuckled behind you, surprising you enough that the coffee splashed over your hand. “I should bill you for emotional damages.”

“Me? I had to wake up and see your ass, when I was already feeling nauseous. You need to get some sun on those buns, dude, I thought it was a full moon. You should pay me.”

“At least you didn’t have to listen to a pull out competition on the other side of the wall.”

You froze as you felt the whispers of the memory on your skin. Lando and Charles had made a bet when the alcohol was running rife in their bloodstream. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said with a dramatic shiver.

The machine beeped and Pierre stole the drink before Kika could and she huffed as she made a third attempt at getting her coffee. After shoving a fresh cup under it and hitting the buttons, she leaned into Pierre’s side and said, “From the cheers it sounds like the boys won.”

Your cheeks heated with embarrassment and you buried your face in your hands as they continued to tease you with the sounds you had made last night. 

“Mate, some of us are trying to sleep,” Lando grumbled as he lumbered into the room in a daze, rubbing his bleary eyes. Charles was only a few steps behind him having the time to pull on sweatpants unlike Lando who was happy to wander around in his boxers. 

“Well some of us were trying to do that last night,” Pierre replied as he draped his arm over Kika’s shoulders. “Right, babe?”

“Please tell me they are joking,” you begged as your boyfriends sat down at the breakfast bar with you. “They think you two were stupid enough to try pulling out.”

Lando scratched the curls at the top of his head, his biceps flexing as he tried to distract you from the shrug he gave. 

“No,” you groaned, turning the other way. “Charles?”

“Mamour, you dared us. You bet we couldn’t, and we are competitive people.”

“Fuck…”

“If it makes you feel better, love, you lost.” A warm hand drew soothing circles on the small of your back and Lando kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear, “But it wasn’t really losing, you were very much happy with the results, in your mouth, on your ass. I think we all won.”

You pushed him away before you made another stupid decision and busied your hands with the coffee, taking a sip in the hopes you could wash away the dirty thoughts. They had ignited the memory and it came on so suddenly you nearly choked on the drink as you heard your taunt. 

“Godammit,” Lando huffed as he struggled to open the foil wrapper on the condom. “I’m still not used to doing this shit again.”

“If you had pull-out game you could already be inside me,” you teased him as your fingers ran down your body and you spread your legs for him. “But your self control is shocking.”

“Is not,” he scoffed indignantly, tossing the packet aside. “I can pull out.”

“I bet you can’t.”

“This is not a good idea, mamour.”

“Are you scared you will lose? Tsk, tsk, I thought you were braver than that Charles.”

Charles grabbed your hand before you could reach the juncture of your thighs and pinned it above your head as he smirked to Lando. “Fuck it, lets go.”

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[harlotofupdog]

This was meant to be a groveling apology post but it turned into a rage meta post.

I have so many fics that I want to read or finish reading from writers whose work I truly adore, and so much art that I want to stare at and squeal about, and I just haven't got to it. There are fics that I am so in love with and I just… I can't open AO3 until I can just sit, y'know?

I know that literally no-one is counting on me for this stuff because I am a tiny wonker, but I feel perpetually awful about it nonetheless. I also have a bunch of fic stuff (writing and beta) that I never get to, and I'm now at the point where I'm so overwhelmed by all the things I need to do that I'm paralysed by procrastination. There's probably a few topsy-turvy chonkadonks of recent news that haven't helped, but the main thing is…

FUCKING HOTEL ROOMS.

I spend so much time in hotel rooms. I used to love hotel rooms. It felt like a little treat every time I stayed in a nice one. Bright white sheets, little sachets of tea and shitty instant coffee, minibars, dressing gowns, inconvenient power outlets, unflattering mirrors - I loved it all. But now I fucking dread them. They are my ultimate (bad) liminal spaces - just fancy transit points between the airport or the train station or the closest fucking McDonald's where I can eat a zillion nuggets until I feel better.

I've tried to be productive in hotel rooms, I really have. I bring my laptop, I bring my sketchpad. Sometimes I have a couple of free hours in the evening, and god, why don't I use them? Instead, I sit and think and scroll while I drink all the shitty tea and shitty coffee and sometimes an entire bottle of red or whatever tiny booze they have in the minibar.

It occurs to me, after 6000 years of fucking hotel rooms, that they are… Heaven. They are, right? Crisp, light, bright, stifling. There's the concierge in their nice suit, the fancy faux marble foyer, elevators that sneak up from behind and then DING as if you're the arsehole for facing the other way, mirrors fucking EVERYWHERE jump-scaring you with your own face, the end of the toilet paper folded into a little triangle... (whose bum needs that? A tiny triangle before the rest of the paper? No-one's bum needs that!)

And Heaven is always watching, isn't it?

The binful of teabags, the crumpled up packets of crisps-for-dinner, the empty bottle of wine - they will all be SEEN, along with the sanitary bag and the snotty tissues and the laddered stockings that I've wrenched off in a rage because now I have to go buy more. (WHY DID HOTELS GET RID OF BIN BAGS?)

We haven't even made it to the mortifying ordeal of ordering room service as a solo business traveler. I order the club sandwich, because that is the first thing you should order in a hotel, always - this is a rule. I eat it, it's fine. Club sandwiches have probably hauled me back from the edge of madness/chicken nuggets at least four times now. The next night, though, I don't want a club sandwich. I want something else.

A pizza.

There is no option to order a half pizza, and if I order a whole pizza, I will eat the whole pizza. So I order a whole pizza, obviously. I eat the pizza, because of course I do - it's not great, but it's kinda okay and it's something to do because I can't do any of the other things like live or breathe or exist in regular human form.

But when the pizza is gone, I look at the empty tray sitting on the slimy glass-topped desk and the realisation hits: they will know I know they know that I sat on my pristine bed, shoving melted cheese and prosciutto into my mouth, probably in full view of some late night meeting in the next building over, while staring at a wall and fervently wishing I were elsewhere.

There is probably sauce on the sheets and a bit of rocket on the floor that I can't find, and the TV remote is greasy af. It's basically a murder scene and I will feel guilty for the next millennia and a bit.

In conclusion...

Heaven is a panopticon and so is the Hilton. But Azi showed up for it, and so will I. Hopefully we can all make it back to the comfy, dusty book-filled spaces for good one day.

[dragonmama76]

Eddie and Corroded Coffin are back in Indy for the last stop on their first national tour.  It’s been a whirlwind and they are grateful to have a night off at home before their last concert.  Even though they are physically exhausted, no one wants to sit in the hotel.  Gareth calls down the desk and asks the concierge to suggest some up and coming places they might take in a show and a list is sent up right away.  Looking it over, they decide on Greener Pastures which has a drag cabaret.  The concierge made a note that it was a new break out hit with a wildly talented headliner.  

Fame will get you everywhere, so their manager, Chrissy, calls the club to make sure they won’t be standing in line to get in and they are assured that they will be able to slip in before the official opening of the night.  

Robin Buckley generally loves her job as the weekend floor manager at Greener Pastures.  Even though in real life she is still a bit socially awkward, here she plays her part with ease.  Dressed in a fashionable, tailored suit with her hair slicked back and some heavy eye makeup she has a confidence that she fervently wished she could carry into her personal life.  But when she gets the call from the manager of Corroded Coffin she can feel the facade slipping a bit.  Assuring her that getting them in quickly and quietly is no problem, her brain starts to go into overdrive.  But this is her job and she knows how to execute.  First stop is the doorman.  “Harry, we have some VIPs coming in soon.  You know Corroded Coffin?  Well we are hosting all four of them tonight.  Please walkie me when their car pulls up and go ahead and let them in right away.”  “Sure thing, Rob!”  Harry replies, nodding agreeably.  Second stop is her lead waitress.  Robin instructs her to sit them at a front table and make sure they get the best service.  And then finally, well, she has to tell Steve.   

Steve stares at Robin, his mouth open just a little.  “I’m sorry, what?  It sounded like you just said that Eddie was coming to see the show.  You can’t possibly mean our Eddie.”  

“I do.  I do mean our Eddie.  Eddie Munson.  Corroded Coffin front man and our old pal Eddie.”  

“How?  I mean….do you think he KNOWS??”

“How should I know??”  Robin throws up in her incredulously.  “Their manager called and said they were coming and could we make sure to have space for them and maybe let them in early and I just said great and of course and no problem and now I’m here talking to you.”  

“Okay, Rob, breathe.  I’m sorry.  Don’t get stressed.  You just go out and do your job and I’ll do mine and it will be totally fine.  We’ll see him and he’ll probably recognize us and it will be just fine.  It’s not like what we do here is a secret, we just haven't seen him since he left.”  

Robin nodded.  “I know you keep saying it will be fine and I’m sure it will be.  Fine.  Of course it will.  I mean, look at us!  He may be a rockstar but WE are fucking amazing ourselves.  You’re practically famous in this town as it is.”  

Steve smiled big, “That’s the spirit!  Hey!  Let’s do the VIP number tonight for his table.  Make sure Maria sets it up, ‘kay?  Love you Rob, but I have to get ready!”  

Eddie and the guys are having a great time enjoying the show.  The singers are all fantastic and the performance is top notch.  Plus the service is some of the best they’ve ever had.  Their waitress is attentive and friendly.  He makes a mental note to thank whoever it was that suggested they come out here tonight. 

Suddenly the lights go out and the announcer’s voice booms out,  “And now, our very own, the lovely Miss Stevie!”

The music starts with a quiet riff and suddenly the spotlight shines in front of Eddie.  Miss Stevie is sitting on a stool that’s been placed right in front of Eddie.  She gives him a big wink and sings,  

The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender.

Eddie sucks in a breath and can feel a blush rising.  He enjoys a man in drag, but he wouldn’t say it’s normally an attraction for him.  This is a definite exception.  

Good looking, so refined. Say, wouldn’t you like to know what's going on in my mind?

Miss Stevie was something else.  Gorgeous brown eyes and a teasing smirk.  Tall sparkly heels, fishnets, babydoll slip dress.  She reminded him of someone, but his mind couldn’t hold on to a coherent thought.  She was singing right at him and he never wanted her to stop.  

So let me get right to the point, I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see.  Hey big spender!  Spend a little time with me.

As the chorus of ladies came in to pick up the song, Steve leaned down to whisper in Eddie’s ear, “Hey man, if you want to come backstage later and say hi,  just let Rob know” Indicates Robin with flourish and a wink, and hops gracefully back on stage to continue the song.  All the while flirting with Eddie for everyone to see.  

The song ends and Eddie applauds enthusiastically, wanting it to never end, but also hoping it would end quickly so he could go meet this beauty.  

A couple songs and an encore later and Miss Stevie finally struts off-stage for the last time that night, blowing a kiss to Eddie as she leaves.  

Robin heads over to Eddie.  “Mr. Munson, Miss Stevie mentioned you might want a private tour backstage?”  The guys hoot and holler while Eddie blushes, but he eagerly agrees to go. Turning to the guys he shoos them out the door,  “Okay, alright, I guess I’ll see you guys bright and early tomorrow!  Don't get into any trouble on the way back to the hotel.”

Robin is already moving at a brisk pace, so Eddie picks it up, never quite managing to catch up to her as they move around tables and down a dim hallway past open doors with performers kicking back after the show.  Finally, they get to the last door and Robin knocks once and enters.  

Steve is at his makeup vanity, wig off, carefully wiping his face when he catches a glimpse of Eddie trailing behind Robin. He turns grinning, and in his best Southern accent says, “Why, Eddie Munson, as I live and breathe!”

Eddie does a double take, “STEVE HARRINGTON??  What the HELL, man??”

Steve and Robin collapse in a fit of giggles while Eddie just stares.  

When the fit of laughter eventually subsides amid comments like, “Your face, man!  I wish Jonathan was here to capture this all on film!”  and “I thought you would have at least recognized Robin, though!” 

 “Yeah, what’s up with that one??  Have I changed that much since high school??” Robin demanded.  Eddie sputtered,  “It was dark in there!  And no offense, Buckley, but you were NOT who I was paying attention to.  Christ, Steve, how does the King of Hawkins High become the reigning Queen of Indianapolis?”

“Couldn’t take your eyes off me, huh, big boy?”  Steve purrs, and enjoys watching Eddie turn a delectable shade of red. 

[csuitebitches]

What do you think about consumerism in relation to the "hypergamous" lifestyle?

Great question. I'm going to be honest with you. There’s no point in sharing my opinion, I’d rather share my observation.

there is this perception that you have to spend crazy $$, wear designer, go on expensive holidays, be a part of exclusive member-only clubs in order to bag a wealthy guy. The thinking is, “if I look the part, I will fit right in.”

let me break it to you. If you’re Asian, Middle Eastern - you come from a culture that basically defines marriage as something between two families and not individuals - you could live the above lifestyle, live way beyond your means but your chances of bagging a wealthy guy are low. If you do not have the family background or education level to support your lifestyle to be with a rich guy, it’s going to be very difficult, not impossible. You could bag someone who is upper middle class, but definitely not the 0.01%.

While it’s true that the rich do spend like crazy - you have to understand that (especially in Asians) the level of spending is completely different. They can book a first class emirates flight without caring about rates, they have access to concierge services, the circles are small but tight. It is extremely difficult to break into these if you don’t have the money or are extremely good friends with someone who is in this circle. To keep up with this circle is another financial headache.

The consumerism is crazy, it is high yes, but often it’s for things you might not expect. “Silent luxury”, investing in jewellery, properties, experiences, hobbies, drivers, PAs, 24/7 staff to take care of your home, having personal managers at the banks that have your accounts, seeing the top CEOs, politicians, actors etc as regular people - keeping up is not easy. Even if we look at normal stuff, like shopping for clothes - they’re able to blow this thousands of $ on a simple Hermes tea cup set, break it, and buy another one very nonchalantly. Not to mention the constant social gatherings, the clothes (god forbid you repeat), your life’s experiences etc etc. Women here don’t work to maintain their lifestyle, they work to enjoy what they are doing. Even if they stop working tomorrow, they will be financially taken care of by their families or husbands.

hypergamy here is completely different and obstructed. Let’s take my own example. I date boys that my family picks out for me - boys whose families own massive conglomerates, who are cultured and sophisticated, etc etc. I ended things with my last boyfriend because of multiple things, but what mattered most was that my father felt that he wouldn’t be able to provide for me the way I was used to all my life. (Even tho my ex came from a wealthy background too). At every social gathering that my parents organise or take me to, I’ve got my parents friends asking my parents if I’m single, if I’m interested in meetings their sons, etc etc. Dating and marrying hypergamously in Asian and Middle Eastern cultures is very much a family affair. There is a lot of talk that happens in these circles - who married who, whose kids are dating who, did you hear that A’s son fell in love with some middle class girl he met in college - not to your face, but behind your back.

What I’m trying to say is - you could look the part but still not bag the guy. You could dress nice, you could wear expensive perfume and make up but in the end, backgrounds are vetted extremely carefully. Especially in today’s day and age where looking the part has become easier than ever. So now when you tie this to consumerism, you can see why it can be difficult to keep up with this level of consumerism and spending. And even if you can - that may not guarantee anything. Unfortunately life isn’t like kdramas and some rich guy isn’t going to take pity on you and transform your life when he could just be with someone who has a similar upbringing which is more comfortable.

I’m not sure if I answered your question correctly, but I assumed that you were basically asking me if looking the part can get you any points in the hypergamy scene.

[pascalscoffin]

Bad Idea

Full Pedro Masterlist

No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[dindjarindiaries]

The Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser officially closes in just under two weeks, and as someone who experienced it in many different ways, I wanted to answer some FAQs that reveal exactly how unique, ambitious, and rewarding this experience has been, and why its closure shouldn't be a celebration.

Q: Is it a hotel?

A: No. It is not just a hotel. This is a 3-day, 2-night immersive experience, and the best thing I can compare it to is an actual cruise. You probably spend the least amount of time inside your cabin, aside from getting a quick wink of sleep between each jam-packed day of constant activities.

Q: Why is it so expensive?

A: This has probably been the biggest comment I've seen even before it opened, and well before I played a part in its story. Again, no one's just paying for a room to sleep in. The price of this experience is all-inclusive. Here's what you would actually be paying for:

all your food, meals, and drinks (aside from alcoholic drinks)

a park ticket to Disney's Hollywood Studios theme park

2 Lightning Lanes, one for Rise of the Resistance and one for Smuggler's Run

16 total hours of constant immersive entertainment, with characters you get to know personally

top-tier concierge service, including luggage brought straight to your room

your room for 2 nights

additional perks and services

There's definitely more I could have added to this list as well. When it's broken down, it's similar to paying for a Deluxe Resort room along with park tickets and food. Yes, it's very expensive, but you're paying for much more than a bed to sleep in.

Q: How does it work?

A: Everything is facilitated through the datapad, a program that can be accessed through the Play Disney app with a valid reservation. This app allows passengers to view their scheduled events (including lightsaber and bridge training), share comms with key characters, access a map of the ship, and more. The datapad also works alongside unique MagicBands that can tap into ship consoles to complete missions and more.

Q: What's the story, and how do you fit into it?

A: It's the Halcyon's 275th anniversary voyage, and many special events are planned - including an excursion day to the ship's very first port of call, Batuu. Everything goes haywire when the First Order boards on suspicion of Resistance activity. The Halcyon Crew Members, the First Order, and more will call on you for help, and you're the only one who can determine your path. The story is set between the events of The Last Jedi and The Rise of Skywalker.

Q: If it's so great, why is it closing?

A: Your guess is as good as mine. I've witnessed this experience change people firsthand, bringing shy children out of their shells and creating communities of adults who get to truly play for the first time since they were kids. It's been a 3-day escape for people to forget the stress of their every day lives and just have fun in a galaxy they love. It's one of Disney's most ambitious projects yet, and to see them give up on it so fast is very disheartening.

Hopefully one day, it'll return in some capacity, and many of you will get the chance to see it for yourselves. Until then, as they say on the Halcyon: May adventure forever find you.

[esconpanache]

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Why Escon Panache is Making Waves

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3. Top-Notch Construction Quality: We are committed to quality and excellence in every detail. Our villas are built using the best materials and skilled craftsmanship, ensuring they are both beautiful and durable. The high standards of construction guarantee that your home will stand the test of time.

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Escon Panache is redefining luxury living and setting new standards in the real estate industry. With its prime location, stunning design, top-notch amenities, and strong community spirit, it's no wonder that Escon Panache is becoming the star of the real estate market. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to be a part of this extraordinary community. Visit Escon Panache today and discover why our villas are the perfect choice for you and your family.

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[downwiththeficness]

The Usurper-Chapter Twenty Seven

Summary: Lilah McNamara stole things for a living. It was tedious work and often dangerous, which made it just exciting enough to keep her interested. After botching a routine job, Lilah finds herself standing amid monsters. Wholly unprepared for the horror of living under Amaru’s reign, Lilah decides to use her well honed skills to thwart the queen’s plans and prevent the end of the world.

Word Count: ~4,800

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The church was as she remembered it. Brick building. Lots of stairs. Big steeple reaching towards the sky. Lilah slouched in the back seat of Seth’s car, hoping that no one would recognize her. The brothers were less worried. Richie’s arm hung out the passenger side window, cigarette held between two fingers while Seth leaned his seat back and stared at the church.

The night was clear and cool. Lilah could feel a gentle breeze coming in from the open window. It carried with it the smell of earth and nicotine. The street was mostly empty, save for a pair of lovers walking side by side in a lazy stroll. Their steps brought the women in and out of the streetlights above, illuminating the adoring upturned gaze of the shorter of the two. She grinned at her partner while holding onto their arm, trusting them to lead her safely along. The taller woman’s expression was half hidden by the wide brim of a hat, but Lilah thought she could see an answering smile on her face. The sight of them sauntering past the car was wonderfully incongruous.

Lilah tapped the screen of her phone. Brasa hadn’t responded to her comments about the hotels. She read her message again, just in case she’d been too critical. No. No, she hadn’t. While the all inclusive resort was enticing, she didn’t think they needed that many amenities. It was just going to be a few days filled with really, really good sex. No need for a personal concierge or unlimited access to a spa. All Lilah required was a hot shower and a comfortable place to lay down. She kept imagining waking up in a really nice bed, eating something other than gas station food or the greasy offerings from the bar. She imagined lazy naps on sunny balconies. And Brasa. She thought a lot about Brasa. The first time they were intimate, Lilah was too overwhelmed by the venom to really appreciate what was happening. In the dream they shared, she got to feel every touch of his hand. Every kiss was potent. Lilah could still remember how it felt to have him inside her, demanding that she promise to see him. A promise she was keen to fulfill as soon as possible.

“What’s our window?”

Lilah blinked back to attention, “Uh, the morning services won’t start for a few hours.”

Seth looked over his shoulder at her, “That’s a wide window.”

She hummed, “For a job that’s going to take two minutes, tops.”

“If its still where you stashed it.”

Lilah shot him a baleful glance, “In all the months I cased that place, they never once cleaned under the stage. Its still there.”

Seth and Richie were silent. Lilah looked from one to the other, waiting for some kind of response. When one wasn’t forthcoming, she settled deeper into the seat and looked at her phone. Still no message. Lilah resisted the urge to send another text. Brasa was as busy as she was and she should really be focusing on the job. The faster she got it over with, the faster she could take her little vacation.

Eager to get started, Lilah tucked her phone away and sat forward, “Should we go in?”

Seth shook his head, “Not yet. There’s a lot of traffic right now.”

“Its two in the morning.” Lilah replied easily. “There’s no one outside.”

“So? People are leaving the bars right about now,” Seth shot back. “We’ll wait.”

Richie flicked his cigarette away, “Be patient. You still got the keys?”

She nodded, “I do.”

Her hand rested on the clutch containing Antonio’s key ring and various other items she’d picked up. It would be nothing to walk right up to the church doors and unlock them. Then, head down the aisle and snag that staff from beneath the stage. Lilah was fairly confident that this would be the shortest, and easiest, job she’d ever pulled. The easiest job with the highest stakes.

The project of finding all the relics Amaru needed to open the door was almost finished. They were now in possession of the book, the cup, and would be in possession of the staff very soon. All that was left was the knife. Lilah had no idea where it had gone. There was no documentation in either of the books about who had it last or if it had been stolen or sold. There wasn’t even a picture, just a crude drawing of a small blade with a jeweled hilt. She did some searching in a few reliable archives, but came up short where the location was concerned. The silver lining was, if Lilah couldn’t find the knife, it was unlikely that Amaru could find it, either. Besides, three out of four wasn’t a bad outcome. Especially since all four relics were needed to complete the ritual.

Leaning against the door, Lilah stared out of the window. Down the road was her old apartment. She could just barely see the building from where they were parked. Her rental car was still sitting in the lot. Months had gone by and no one had touched it. She was surprised by that. When they were done with getting the staff, she was going to run over there and get some of her stuff from the trunk. Lilah wanted her laptop and her favorite pair of jeans back.

Time passed slowly, until dawn was not more than forty five minutes away. Lilah leaned forward and reminded Seth that his brother wasn’t going to do too hot in sunlight, which seemed to spur him into action. She stepped out of the car behind Richie, who tossed yet another cigarette to the ground. The three of them walked across the street and into the parking lot at a measured pace. Lilah cast furtive glances all around, noting that the three of them were alone in the silence of the night. As far as she was concerned, this was as good as they could expect for privacy.

Lilah climbed the stairs ahead of Richie and behind Seth. Both of them had their hands tucked into the material of their jackets and the knowledge that they were armed was a comfort. She stuck the key into the deadbolt. It turned with a soft ‘click’. Lilah let out a breath, relieved that they hadn’t changed the locks in her absence.

Inside, it was just as dark as it was outside. The room was draped in shadows and the occasional slash of color from the stained glass. Nothing had changed, not even the faintly musty smell of the cushioned pews. Lilah hesitated only a moment to ensure the sanctuary was, indeed, empty. Then, she walked right up the center aisle towards the stage. There, she knelt and reached into the darkness beneath.

It was right where she left it. Lilah grasped the cool metal of the staff and held it up to the limited light. She felt the knot of anxiety she hadn’t even known was there loosen. Three relics down. One to go.

Richie walked up to her, “That it?”

Lilah stood, “Yep.”

“Good. That’s good.”

Seth moved closer, “You never told us who paid you to steal it in the first place.”

“I did,” came a voice from near the door.

Three heads swiveled around to find six or seven men blocking their exit. Flashlights lit the aisle atop semi automatic rifles that were pointed right at them. In the middle stood a middle aged man in a very expensive suit. His soft gray hair was swept away from his brow in a way that was meant to look careless, but couldn’t be accomplished without pomade, a round brush, and a hair dryer.

“Who the fuck are you?” Seth asked. His voice was much more polite than his words and he’d taken a step towards the men to put himself between them and his brother.

Lilah didn’t have to ask the question. She recognized the voice. She also didn’t have to ask what he was doing here. Mr. Pickerelle must have been watching the little town the whole time, waiting for Lilah to come back for her prize. She shifted the staff to hide it behind her thigh, as if that would do any good. Fear wandered around in her body, pumping adrenaline into her system. She widened her stance, not sure how this was going to play out. In her back pocket, her phone rang. Lilah ignored it. Whatever it was, it would wait until she wasn’t in mortal danger.

“I am Mr. Pickerelle. Who are you?”

“Seth Gecko. Nice to meet you. What do you want?”

Mr. Pickerelle moved in the shadow of his men. The lights above the sanctuary flickered on, illuminating the danger of the situation. It wasn’t six or seven men. It was closer to fifteen. All armed. All pointing their guns in their direction. Lilah’s heart kicked up a notch while her phone rang again. She kept ignoring it. There was no way in hell she was going to move an inch right now.

“All I want,” Mr. Pickerelle said amiably. “is your partner over there. You give me Ms. McNamara and our business if finished.”

Seth turned to look at her, “What’d you do to piss him off?”

She shrugged, “I walked out on the job.”

“Walked out?”

“Was dragged out,” Lilah amended. “by Brasa.”

“Ah. Not your fault, then.”

“Not really. And, I did call Mr. Pickerelle to let him know I couldn’t deliver.”

“Very professional of you.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“If you are finished,” Mr. Pickerelle interrupted. He waited for Seth to pay attention to him, then said, “Hand her over. You walk free.”

Seth’s chin dropped, “If we don’t?”

Lilah recognized the look on his face. Half challenge, half anger. Seth was raring for a fight and the odds against them didn’t matter. She stepped back and over so that she was half hidden by the pew. The wood wouldn’t last very long, but Lilah thought she could duck down for cover and scuttle out the back door fairly easily. From there, she would have to cross the courtyard to climb the wall into the alley behind the church and haul ass as far and fast as she could. All of that was predicated on not getting shot.

Where are you?

The words drifted through her mind softly at first. A rush of warmth came along with them. Heat suffused her temples, running along the sides of her head to the base of her neck. When the question was repeated, it was with much more force. Brasa’s voice demanded an answer. Her phone rang a third time. Lilah’s hand twitched to answer it. She squeezed her fingers into her fist to keep herself to reaching for her pocket. While Seth had Mr. Pickerelle distracted, Lilah focused on the image of Brasa and showed him a mental picture of where she was. The church, the church, the church.

I am coming.

Lilah sucked in a relieved gasp. The heat lifted from her neck, leaving her with only Brasa’s promise. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she was absolutely sure that Brasa would be there soon. Very soon. Even now, she could feel him moving with inhuman speed, closing the distance. Her attention returned to the room and Mr. Pickerelle’s smug face. He had no idea what was coming for him.

“If you don’t,” he said. “I’ll fill this whole room with lead and leave you to bleed out.”

For the first time, Richie spoke, “You’re assuming we won’t kill you first.”

Mr. Pickerelle laughed, “You know, I’ve heard of you—the Gecko brothers. I’ve heard you’re ballsy men. I’m so glad the rumors are true.” His expression sobered, “Don’t let your ballsy nature get you killed, gentlemen. I assure you, she isn’t worth it.”

Seth took a step forward, “I think you’re underestimating us. And her.”

“Couldn’t have said it better, brother,” Richie chimed in. She couldn’t see his face, but Lilah knew he was wearing that shit eating grin he wore whenever he knew he had the upper hand.

Lilah let a small smile cross her lips. As new as their partnership was, and as rocky as it had been, she was gratified to hear that Seth actually liked her. Richie, too. For once, Lilah wasn’t going to be forced to act alone in order to protect herself.

“You can’t honestly be willing to die for her,” Mr. Pickerelle asserted. “Just so we’re clear, that is exactly what is going to happen if you don’t hand her over.”

“Oh, you were clear,” Richie said. He was moving steadily closer and there was a dangerous cant to his shoulders.

Mr. Pickerelle nodded. “Alright. You know the terms. What is your answer?”

Seth rolled his eyes, “The fuck do you think?”

“Well,” Mr. Pickerelle sighed, “I guess I can’t fault you for loyalty. No matter how ill placed.” He turned to walk out of the sanctuary, “Good bye gentleman.” His hand lifted in her direction, “Lilah.”

The room was quiet as Mr. Pickerelle walked away with a few of his guards. Lilah readied herself to dive beneath the pews. It didn’t matter that there weren’t quite so many people pointing guns at them. They were still outnumbered. Why hadn’t she brought the pistol Seth gave her? She’d left it laying beneath her bed along with the cash she took from the casino job.

“How many can you get to?” Seth asked in a conversational tone.

“About three. Maybe four.” Richie was still moving towards the gunmen.

“Still leaves six or seven to me.”

Richie tossed his brother a look, “You’re complaining?”

A shrug, “Its just a little uneven.”

One of the guards stepped forward, gun raised. He was probably in his mid forties and he held his weapon like he knew what to do with it. The others followed him at a distance, most of them baby faced and hesitant. That would work in their favor. Lilah spared them half a second of empathy. None of them were going to make it out of this room alive. They might get in a few good shots, but Richie was going to be so much fast and so much deadlier.

“Listen,” the guard said, “I don’t want to have to do this. Just give us the woman and walk away.”

Seth glared at him, “I think we already said no.”

“I will kill you. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I won’t. You can still walk away.”

“So can you,” Seth retorted angrily. “Lower your weapons and head out. We’ll forget this ever happened.”

“I can’t do t—“

His head was rolling on the floor before Lilah even registered that Richie moved. She stared at it in wide eyed horror while a scream slowly built up in her throat. The noise of it was overshadowed by bullets being fired by the guards that remained. Richie zipped right along the line of them and, true to his word, ripped the throats out of the first four in succession. Seth had his gun out and covered him with the occasional shot, but it didn’t look like Richie really needed it. He was just too fast.

Lilah watched all of this from what felt like an ocean of distance. People were killing and dying in front of her and she was just standing there. At least, she was just standing there until a bullet whizzed by and clipped her in the side. Her knees gave out and she felt to the carpet with a cry. The pain was so sharp that tears welled up in her eyes, temporarily blurring her vision.

She’d never been shot before. Kicked and tackled and punched, sure. But, not shot. It hurt more than she expected it to. Like someone holding a white hot poker against her skin. Leaning into the pain only seemed to make it worse. She rotated slowly on her hip and tugged up the material of her shirt. The wound wasn’t very deep, but it fucking hurt. It was also bleeding heavily. Blood that looked too red soaked her shirt and fell down into the waistband of her jeans. Lilah clamped a hand over it to stem the flow while she struggled to get her legs beneath her. By the time she peeked out from the top of the pew, the room had gone silent. Only two people were left standing.

“Someone will have heard that,” Richie announced.

Seth wiped his brow, “Yeah. We should jet. Lilah?”

“Over here,” she called out. “I’m hit.”

With a loud oath, Seth hustled over to her, “Where?”

“Side,” Lilah answered. “Its a flesh wound, but I’m losing a lot of blood.”

Seth checked the wound, “That’s gonna leave a nasty scar. Let’s get you outside. I’ve got a first aid kit in the trunk.”

“¿Hola?”

Lilah froze, “Oh no.”

Standing at the door was Señora Abascal. The little old woman held her purse in front of her while she studied the many bodies littering the floor. Richie, who was still standing in the aisle, turned and grinned, “Go home, ma’am. This isn’t for you.”

Bless her, Señora Abascal held her ground, “No. You kill?”

He nodded, “I kill.”

Another round of screams filtered in from the parking lot. In her pain, Lilah could not feel how close Brasa had come. She didn’t have a single doubt as to what was happening to Mr. Pickerelle and the rest of his men. The screams continued for a long minute, followed by the sound of an engine roaring away.

Señora Abascal stared into the darkness, pacing slowly backwards. She nearly tripped over a fallen body before grabbing the end of a pew and righting herself. Lilah could see that her thin, frail fram was shaking, but the woman stood tall. She was proud of her. The scene outside the church was guaranteed to scar her for life, but the Gecko brothers weren’t the only people in the room that were ballsy.

Dizzy and a little bit nauseous, Lilah let her weight fall until she sat on the floor. Her entire side and the carpet beneath her were soaked in blood. She looked at the gash again with a pained wince. It was going to take more than a few stitches to close it up. She could feel how cold and clammy her skin was becoming and she knew she needed to get to a hospital.

Seth leaned over from where he was crouched beside her and said, “You’re late.”

Brasa’s voice was so very, very welcome, “Where is she?”

“Here,” Seth replied in a low voice. “She’s been, uh, shot. A little.”

The air moved and Brasa was suddenly kneeling next to Lilah. His expression was all concern as he touched her face. The cool leather was a balm against her cheek. Lilah leaned into his palm, “I’m okay.”

“You’re not,” he muttered. “But, you will be.”

In a smooth, practiced movement, Brasa shrugged off his heavy coat. He was wearing a navy sweater beneath that accentuated the strength of his body. Lilah very much wanted to press into that body for comfort, but the sweater looked pretty expensive and she was covered in blood.

Brasa pushed up his sleeve and took a knife from his pocket, “You’re not going to argue with me.”

Knowing what he meant, Lilah simply nodded, “No argument here.”

“Good. Drink.”

As his forearm lifted towards her mouth, Lilah heard Seth scoff above them. She looked up at him to find that he was walking away. There wasn’t much time to think about his reaction. Brasa’s blood was pouring into her mouth. Hot and sweet. Lilah whined as she drank deeply, her hands holding his arm to her lips. Like most things where Brasa was concerned, his blood sent little frissons of pleasure all over. The pain in her side waned to a dull ache and her nausea faded away. It was better than any painkiller she’d ever taken.

Brasa pulled his arm away. Lilah reluctantly let him. She ran a hand over her mouth to catch a few errant drops and sucked them from her fingers. Brasa’s hand at the back of her head tightened and he groaned low. Lilah caught his eyes. In them, there was concern for her well being. Behind that, however, was a fire that she recognized. One that she shared.

“We gotta go!” Seth yelled. “Police’ll be here soon.”

Lilah tried to stand, wincing all the way. Brasa let her try once, twice, three times, before he leaned down and scooped her up into a bridal carry. Lilah hissed when the movement pulled on her wound, earning a soft apology from Brasa. He cradled her against his chest and moved carefully down the aisle. Even with the support of Brasa’s blood, Lilah struggled to withhold the little whimpers of pain.

Seth and Richie were standing next to each other. Both of them were watching Brasa as he moved closer. Too tired to provide any kind of explanation to them, Lilah laid her head on Brasa’s shoulder and tried to relax. Every step he took sent sharp pain into her side. She gripped his sweater and breathed through it.

“You need to get her to a hospital,” Seth asserted firmly. Beside him, Richie lit a cigarette and nodded in agreement.

Brasa paused, “I’ll take care of her.”

“You better.” Seth crossed his arms and stepped aside, leaving a path open to the door.

Señora Abascal was still there, sitting in the pew, watching the whole thing. She had taken a seat and Lilah saw her rosary beads hanging from one hand. As Brasa walked closer, she crossed herself. Lilah thought she could hear an Our Father come whispering from her lips.

Brasa slowed his step as he went by, “Señora...go home. Forget this.”

She said nothing and crossed herself again. Lilah didn’t know what the old woman might be thinking. Likely, she was as shell shocked and bewildered at Lilah had been the night Brasa first revealed himself to her. She hoped that Señora Abascal would go home, find some sleep, and wake up in the sunlight thinking this was all a bad dream.

The trip down the steps was so excruciating that Lilah barely noticed the bodies strewn across the pavement. Every movement pulled on the gash in her side until it overcame the power of Brasa’s blood. She bit down on a cry of pain, “We have to stop. I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Brasa stopped, “I have to carry you somewhere to heal.”

“I know you didn’t bring a car,” she wheezed. “and you can’t run with me. I won’t make it.” Lilah breathed deep, “Put me down.”

“Lilah…”

“Put me down. I have keys to a car parked at my apartment. Silver sedan. Go get it. Bring it here. Take me somewhere in that.”

He hesitated, but eventually put her down. Lilah handed him the keys and waved him off. While she waited for him to come back, Lilah leaned her weight on her elbows and listened to the footsteps walking down the steps towards her. Richie and Seth appeared on either side of her.

“You gonna be okay?” Richie asked between drags on the stick in his hand.

“I think so,” she answered. “Gonna hurt for a bit.”

Seth started walking down the steps again. “You call us if you need anything. Don’t forget, we still have another job to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she drawled. Then, to Richie, “Sun’s coming up. You need to get underground.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mocked, but he followed his brother, anyways.

Brasa returned with her car, pulling it so close to the stairs that she thought he might drive it straight up to her. Between one heartbeat and the next, he was lifting her into his arms. He set her gingerly into the passenger’s seat and closed the door. Through the front windshield, Lilah saw Seth and Richie in their own car, watching. They waited until Brasa dropped into the driver’s seat before the engine turned over and the car sped away. Lilah sent them an affectionate wave.

The drive into the desert was a blur of slowly growing sunlight. Lilah went in and out of consciousness, holding her side all the way. It wasn’t until Brasa put the car in park that she realized where he’d taken her. The massive boulder looked much the same—totally and indescribably nondescript.

Brasa opened the passenger’s side door and reached for her. Lilah held up a hand, telling him that she could do it. He looked doubtful, but let her try. She managed to get herself to standing, but had to lean against the car when her head began to swim. Brasa, having reached the end of his patience, picked her up again and carried her to the hidden door. She rolled her eyes when he opened it with one hand, thinking that he was showing off even when she was injured. Inside, there was a significant change.

“You put an elevator in.”

“I did.”

“Did it take two weeks?”

Brasa smiled, “A little longer than that.”

The doors opened and he stepped inside. They closed again and the carriage hummed as it began to descend. They opened to a dark, familiar hall. Brasa stepped out in to the darkness and turned left. In the home he was making for them, Lilah noticed more changes. Lighting had been installed and the rough walls were now smooth. There were more rooms now, hidden behind dark holes in the rock. Brasa moved swiftly down a tunnel on the far wall. He took a turn and entered a room that Lilah recognized from one of their shared dreams. A large room with a bed that should have been, but wasn’t, lit by candles.

Instead of placing her on the bed, Brasa took another turn into an adjacent room. He set her on the counter and reached over to turn on the light. Lilah passed a hand over her face and looked around blearily. “How did you get plumbing down here?”

Brasa shot her a confused look, “That’s your question?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“We had plumbing before.”

“Oh. Right. Forget I said anything. Blame it on the blood loss.”

He shook his head, “Let me look at it.”

Lilah lifted an arm so that he could pull her shirt up, “Its not that bad.”

“Its a gunshot wound,” Brasa said. “It doesn’t have to be bad to kill you.”

He wasn’t wrong. It definitely could have been worse, especially given the number of bullets that were flying around the sanctuary at the time. Lilah could have ended out with her brains splattered all over the carpet.

“Lucky for me that you’re here to make me feel better.”

Brasa’s expression didn’t change as he examined the gash, “You’re healing already.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“You haven’t had an infusion of my blood in a while. I wasn’t certain how long it would take to close.”

Lilah touched his arm, “I know. Thank you for being there.”

He met her eyes briefly, then grabbed the hem of her shirt, “Up.”

She let him undress her down to her underwear and bra. Then, she let him use a soft cloth to clean away the blood. His touch was gentle, but persistent. Not a drop of red missed his notice. When he was done, he helped her down from the counter and walked with her back into the bedroom.

“Can I get something to wear?” Lilah asked. “I don’t want to get blood all over if the wound hasn’t fully closed.”

Brasa nodded solemnly and brought her a t shirt from the dresser against the wall. She took it and pulled it carefully over her body. The pain from the stretch on her side was less than it had been an hour or so before—further evidence of the power of Brasa’s blood. Once she had the shirt on, Lilah performed the age-old magic trick of taking off her bra through the sleeve, tossing it onto the pile of bloody clothing on the bathroom floor. She did the same with her underwear. When she returned her attention to Brasa, he was holding back a grin.

Lilah cocked her head to the side, “What?”

The grin began to pull harder at his lips, “You were naked underneath me days ago and you’re suddenly shy?”

She paused, “Uh. Yeah. I guess. Its a habit.”

“You’ve been undressing in front of other people lately?”

Lilah sensed the danger in his words, “No. Not lately, at least.”

Brasa walked forward and curled a finger under her chin, “Just me, from now on. Yes?”

Her agreeable nod was interrupted by a yawn. He chuckled lightly and leaned down to kiss her lightly. A hand at her back led her to the bed and Lilah climbed into the sheets. It didn’t matter that the sun was shining through the skylight above. She’d been up all night and she was too tired to care. Lilah curled up and fell into a much need sleep.

[citygatesuites]

Your Home Away from Home: Top Extended Stay Rentals in Toronto

When visiting Toronto for business, relocation, or a long vacation, finding a comfortable and convenient place to stay is crucial. Extended stay rentals in Toronto offer an ideal solution, combining the comforts of home with the amenities of a hotel. These rentals provide flexibility, cost-effectiveness, and convenience for travelers needing accommodation for a few weeks or months. Here’s why extended stay rentals in Toronto are becoming the go-to choice for many.

1. Comfort and Flexibility

One of the key advantages of extended stay rentals Toronto is the comfort and flexibility they offer. Unlike traditional hotel rooms, these rentals are typically fully furnished with all the essentials, including a kitchen, living area, and bedroom. Guests can enjoy the convenience of preparing their own meals, lounging in a spacious living room, and enjoying a home-like atmosphere, making it easier to settle into the city for longer stays. Additionally, extended stays allow for greater flexibility in terms of booking duration, allowing guests to stay anywhere from a few weeks to several months, depending on their needs.

2. Cost-Effective for Longer Stays

For those planning to stay in Toronto for an extended period, extended stay rentals offer a more cost-effective alternative to traditional hotels. With weekly or monthly rates, these rentals often provide better value, especially when compared to paying for a hotel room for the same length of time. The ability to cook meals at home in a fully equipped kitchen also helps reduce dining expenses, which is especially useful for longer stays.

3. Prime Locations in Toronto

Extended stay rentals are often located in prime neighborhoods, giving guests easy access to the city’s top attractions, business districts, and transportation hubs. Whether you’re visiting for work or leisure, staying in a rental close to key areas like downtown, the Entertainment District, or the Financial District can save time and provide convenience. Having access to public transportation, shopping, dining, and entertainment options further enhances the appeal of these rentals.

4. Hotel-like Amenities

Although extended stay rentals offer the comforts of a home, many also come with hotel-like amenities that make your stay even more enjoyable. These can include housekeeping services, fitness centers, on-site parking, and sometimes even a concierge. With a mix of home-like features and hotel services, these rentals provide the best of both worlds for long-term travelers.

Final Thoughts

For anyone looking to stay in Toronto for a longer duration, extended stay rentals in Toronto are an excellent choice. They offer comfort, flexibility, and cost-effectiveness while providing a convenient home base in the heart of the city. With fully equipped spaces, prime locations, and a variety of amenities, these rentals offer an experience that feels like home—without the long-term commitment of a traditional lease. Whether for business or leisure, extended stay rentals are the perfect solution for travelers seeking comfort and convenience during their stay.

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Thailand Privilege Visa

Discover the allure of the Thailand Privilege Visa, a unique opportunity to experience the beauty and culture of Thailand for an extended period.

What is the Thailand Privilege Visa?

The Thailand Privilege Visa, formerly known as the Thailand Elite Visa, is a long-term visa program that offers foreign nationals a range of exclusive privileges and benefits. It provides a seamless and hassle-free way to stay in Thailand for an extended period, making it an attractive option for digital nomads, retirees, investors, and those seeking a luxurious lifestyle in Southeast Asia.  

Key Benefits of the Thailand Privilege Visa:

Long-Term Stay: Choose from various visa durations, ranging from 5 to 20 years.  

Multiple Entry: Enjoy unrestricted entry and exit from Thailand throughout your visa's validity.  

VIP Airport Services: Experience expedited immigration and customs procedures, as well as personalized assistance.  

Concierge Services: Access a dedicated concierge team to assist with various needs, such as travel arrangements, reservations, and local insights.  

Healthcare Privileges: Enjoy exclusive access to top-tier healthcare facilities and medical services.  

Exclusive Discounts and Offers: Benefit from special discounts and offers at luxury hotels, restaurants, spas, and shopping outlets.  

Cultural Experiences: Participate in exclusive cultural activities and events, providing a deeper understanding of Thai heritage.  

Eligibility and Application Process:

To qualify for the Thailand Privilege Visa, you must meet certain eligibility criteria, which typically involve a minimum financial requirement and a clean criminal record. The application process is straightforward and can be completed online or through authorized agents.  

Why Choose the Thailand Privilege Visa?

The Thailand Privilege Visa offers a unique opportunity to immerse yourself in Thai culture, enjoy a high quality of life, and conduct business or leisure activities without the constraints of short-term visas. With its stunning beaches, vibrant cities, and warm hospitality, Thailand is an ideal destination for those seeking a long-term stay.  

[kickthecan-revolution]

My transition plan is set and approved. I tell my team next Thursday. My boss said “you and KG (my colleague who they’ll report into) have thought so much about my experience, I really appreciate that. I’m not used to it.” I replied, “Well, we love you. You’ve helped us a lot. Your experience at work matters”, and I meant it. She’s a lot of things - I’m not sure what’s real or not real in her but I’m also not sure what’s real or not real in me most of the time. So why not just decide to believe she’s worthy of kindness and love and support.

I put a number of things in motion for next week. It’s going to be a massive lift between now and summer but I’m up for it.

Alki is really trucking along. I asked the contractor to hire an electrician just to check everything and make sure it was wired correctly given I’ve had a couple of power surges and the power seems to keep going out on one side of the house. It’s good that I did, they discovered that the initial contractor who also did the electrical wiring did it incorrectly and it could’ve caused a fire. So it’s all fixed, and now I’m going to do the upper unit as well. I’m not really sure why I’m feeling so calm about the expense, I just know I need to get all of this done to make sure it’s safe.

My sister is incredible, I am paying her to help me that it’s a lot less than what I would pay to a project manager. She’s finding the stone that needs to go around the fireplace, creating budgets and just making sure everything is on track. We think so similarly and she really knows what I like which makes it so much easier.

I’m also hiring this concierge service for medical stuff. I have these great benefits that I’ve hardly used in 15 years and I’ve just decided to invest in my physical health. I’ve always focused on my mental health and I’m glad that I did but now it’s really important to get over this phobia of doctors. I need a baseline of where I’m at, help with scheduling a mammogram, blood work, cancer prescreening, and getting on a program where I can lose some weight. This is the age where stuff starts going wrong and I’ve been really lucky that I’ve been pretty healthy – at least I think so anyway – and the service is meant to make it really easy for you to get started. I signed up today.

It’s thunder and lightning outside, I just wrapped up work and now I’m watching season two of The Bear over again. How is it that I have previously loved almost every cast member before they starred in the show? I think this will be in my top five for the rest of my life, a show I watch over and over again.



[werentmarbella]

We Rent Marbella

We Rent Marbella is a luxury vacation rental platform that operates in Marbella, Spain. The company offers a range of high-end accommodation options and services for travelers visiting this popular Mediterranean destination. 

Here are some key aspects of their business:

Rental Properties

We Rent Marbella showcases a diverse collection of luxury properties, including:

Villas

Apartments

Townhouses

Penthouses

Holiday homes

These rentals cater to various preferences and group sizes, from romantic getaways to family vacations.

Target Market

The company focuses on attracting high-end clientele seeking luxurious accommodations in Marbella. Their offerings appeal to travelers looking for premium amenities, prime locations, and top-notch services.

Services and Amenities

Many of We Rent Marbella's properties feature upscale amenities such as:

Private pools

Ocean views

Gourmet kitchens

Spacious living areas

High-end furnishings

Security systems

Some rentals may even offer access to private beaches or golf courses.

Additional Offerings

Beyond accommodation, We Rent Marbella provides:

Concierge services

Transportation arrangements

Restaurant reservations

Activity bookings

Cleaning and catering services (for select properties)1

Location Focus

We Rent Marbella operates primarily in Marbella and its surrounding areas, including popular upscale neighborhoods such as:

Puerto Banús

Golden Mile

Sierra Blanca

Nueva Andalucía

La Zagaleta1

Business Model

The company appears to function as a platform for real estate agents, contractors, and third parties to showcase their listings. This suggests a commission-based or listing fee model for property owners and agents.

Marketing and Content

We Rent Marbella maintains a blog that offers insights on luxury villa vacations, trends, and tips for planning the perfect Marbella getaway. This content marketing approach helps attract potential clients and establish the company as a knowledgeable resource in the luxury travel sector1.

Expansion

While primarily focused on Marbella, the company has shown interest in other luxury destinations. For instance, they have content about vacationing in the Maldives, indicating a potential for expansion or partnerships in other high-end travel markets. By combining luxury accommodations with comprehensive services and local expertise, We Rent Marbella positions itself as a premium option for travelers seeking an upscale experience in one of Spain's most sought-after coastal destinations.

[applythaivisa]

Thailand Elite Visa

The Thailand Elite Visa, a privilege entry visa program, offers foreign nationals a unique opportunity to enjoy extended stays in Thailand. This exclusive program provides a range of benefits and privileges, making it an attractive option for digital nomads, retirees, and investors alike.  

Key Benefits of the Thailand Elite Visa:

Long-Term Residency: Enjoy a hassle-free, long-term stay in Thailand, with visa validity ranging from 5 to 20 years.  

Multiple-Entry Visa: Benefit from a multiple-entry visa, allowing you to travel in and out of Thailand without the need for frequent visa renewals.  

Fast-Track Immigration: Experience expedited immigration procedures at major Thai airports, saving you valuable time.  

Exclusive Privileges: Access a wide range of exclusive privileges, including airport lounge access, concierge services, and discounts on luxury goods and services.  

Healthcare Benefits: Enjoy access to top-notch healthcare facilities and services, ensuring your well-being during your stay.  

Work and Study Permits: Certain visa packages allow you to work or study in Thailand, subject to specific regulations.

How to Apply for a Thailand Elite Visa:

Choose a Package: Select a visa package that best suits your needs and budget. Packages vary in terms of duration, privileges, and fees.  

Submit Required Documents: Prepare the necessary documents, including a passport, passport-sized photos, and proof of financial means.

Pay the Membership Fee: Pay the required membership fee, which covers the visa and associated privileges.  

Undergo Medical Examination: Complete a medical examination to ensure you meet health requirements.

Submit Biometric Information: Provide biometric information, such as fingerprints and a photo, for identity verification.  

Why Choose the Thailand Elite Visa?

Tropical Paradise: Experience the stunning beauty of Thailand's beaches, islands, and vibrant cities.  

Affordable Lifestyle: Enjoy a high quality of life at a relatively low cost.

Friendly People: Immerse yourself in the warm and welcoming Thai culture.

Business Opportunities: Explore potential business opportunities in a growing economy.

Retirement Haven: Retire in a peaceful and serene environment.

If you're seeking a long-term stay in Thailand and desire a hassle-free experience with exclusive privileges, the Thailand Elite Visa is an excellent choice.

[stlivingla]

Discover Brand New Apartments in Hollywood by Stlivingla: A Fresh Living Experience

If you're searching for brand new apartments in Hollywood, Stlivingla offers an unparalleled experience in the heart of Los Angeles. With stunning designs, state-of-the-art amenities, and unbeatable locations, Stlivingla’s apartments redefine urban living for those seeking comfort, style, and convenience.

Why Choose Stlivingla for Your Hollywood Apartment? Hollywood is synonymous with glitz, glamour, and a vibrant lifestyle, and living here brings the best of LA to your doorstep. Stlivingla’s brand-new apartments in Hollywood are designed to cater to modern professionals, families, and students alike, offering luxurious spaces that are perfect for today’s fast-paced lifestyles. Here’s what sets these apartments apart:

Prime Hollywood Location Living in Hollywood means you’re at the center of LA's cultural hub. Whether it's a short walk to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the best restaurants, theaters, or the thriving nightlife, Stlivingla’s apartments place you minutes away from everything.

Modern Design and Spacious Layouts Every apartment at Stlivingla is crafted with attention to detail. Expect open-concept floor plans with high ceilings, large windows for natural light, and modern finishes that provide both luxury and functionality. Whether you're looking for a one-bedroom, two-bedroom, or a loft, you’ll find a range of options to suit your preferences.

State-of-the-Art Amenities Your comfort is the priority. Stlivingla’s new Hollywood apartments come equipped with top-notch amenities, such as:

Fully-equipped fitness centers Rooftop lounges with city views Swimming pools and relaxation zones High-speed internet and smart home technology Secure parking and 24/7 concierge services These features are designed to enhance your living experience and offer convenience right at home.

Close to Entertainment and Work Hollywood is not just about entertainment; it’s also home to numerous corporate offices, making it ideal for young professionals. Whether you're in the entertainment industry or work downtown, Stlivingla apartments offer easy access to key business districts, cutting down on commute times.

Eco-Friendly Living Stlivingla prioritizes sustainability. The brand-new apartments are energy-efficient, offering features like smart thermostats, energy-saving appliances, and green building materials. You can enjoy a luxurious lifestyle while reducing your carbon footprint.

Secure Your Spot in Hollywood's Hottest Apartments Brand new apartments in Hollywood by Stlivingla are in high demand due to their prime location and modern appeal. Whether you’re looking to move in today or plan for the future, Stlivingla ensures a hassle-free leasing experience. Their expert team is available to help you find the perfect space to call home.