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Do you write ace frehley fics? 😊

Yes, I will write for Ace Frehley

thank you for your porn research but the videos weren't my cup of tea unfortunately.😬

I'm very devastated that there aren't Guns n Roses "porn videos". I'm craving some gnr stuff😭🥲 not even some moaning or groaning audios of them exists. Or audios of Slash or Duff talking dirty🤧

Sorry for this rant !

Haha! No worries! You can rant all you want. Yeah, they weren't my cup of tea ether and I did kinda want to wash my eyes with bleach, especially after the Gene Simmons one 😂 if I find anything from GnR, I might post that here for you! Found this though, but you've probably already seen it.

slash with a very affectionate reader? hcs or a short fic, whatever you want :3

Thanks very much for the ask dear 💙

Imagine:

After coming home from a long, stressful tour to his girlfriend who had more than enough love to give

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To say the very least, Slash had a pretty shitty time. The tour went shitty, his bandmates were shitty, he felt shitty. Everything was shitty shitty shitty. He wanted nothing more than to be back home. Away from all the chaos, late nights, the surplus of drugs and alcohol being thrown his way. He was pretty much done with most everything at that point. His flight being delayed was the cherry on-fucking-top.

Usually Slash liked to be on the road, traveling from place to place. He liked to go with the flow, wherever it’d take him. He hated it anymore. It felt more like a chore than anything. Stepping back foot in LA felt like a weight that had been lifted off his shoulders. Finally, fucking finally, it was over. That was until he’d be back in the studio, but for now…? Bliss.

Home couldn’t come fast enough. Slash all but ran up to the door, digging in his bag for the house keys he somehow (thankfully) didn’t lose. He had expected the house to be dark and quiet, it was late. Instead he was greeted with the dim kitchen light and the smell of food- which made him realize how hungry he’d been.

The door clicked softly behind him as he dropped his luggage, a bit ungracefully, and wandered further into the apartment. And there he saw you, sitting on the counter with the biggest smile ever and two plates of some hot food.

“Hi babe! Welcome home!” You said, hopping off the counter and giving Slash a big hug, “I missed you so much! And so did that cats, they know who gives the extra treats…” You gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Slash was surprised, he had anticipated that he’d be finding you in bed, fast asleep, especially considering the hour. He returned your hug, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. He was so beyond happy to see his favorite person.

“Hey honey…” He greeted back, “You’re up really late. You didn’t need to stay up for me, y’know.” In actuality, he couldn’t have been more happy with this outcome.

“Ohh don’t be silly!” You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the table, “I uhm… well I made supper! Or is it early breakfast now..? Regardless-” Slash cut your little ramble off with a kiss.

“It looks delicious, but… how’d you know I’d be home by this time? My flight kept getting delayed.” Slash asked, puzzled at the steaming hot food in front of him.

“It’s just my intuition.” You bluffed, giving him another kiss, “Just kidding- this was my third attempt at making this so… that’s why.”

He couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “Fuck, I love you. You’re so perfect, you know that?” He loved you so much. You were the only person out there who could’ve turned his shitty, shitty attitude around just like that.

“Aww… aren’t you the sweetest ever?!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing his face all over. His lips, cheeks, nose, corners of his eyes. You made sure every bit of him got some love, “but I think you should keep declarations like that to yourself until after you’ve tried my meal.” You said with a wink. After all, you were a very mediocre cook.

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Feel free to send asks, more info can be found on my pinned post under my masterlist xoxo

he can put that cig out on my leg <3

“𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧” ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𝘼𝙭𝙡 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 1992 ⋆˙⟡

“I've been hell on the women in my life, and the women in my life have been hell on me. And it really breaks me down to tears a lot of times when I think about how terribly we've treated each other. Erin and I treated each other like shit. Sometimes we treated each other great, because the children in us were best friends. But then there were other times when we just fucked each other's lives completely up. And so you write about that in your frustration. The anger and the emotions and stuff scare people, and it's good that people recognize these things as dangerous. I don't think our music promotes that you should feel this way, and if people are getting that, that's not right. We're saying you're allowed to feel certain ways. Now, if you want to hold on to something that you know is bad, that's your problem. I don't want to.”

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I do believe that no one should trust blindly when it comes to rockstar autobiographies/biographies.

Yes, some things could be true, but take everything that is being said with a grain of salt. Especially when it comes to individuals who are trying to recount memories from a time when they were deep into drugs and alcohol.

The example that primarily caused me to make this post was the autobiographies of Slash, Duff, and Steven. There are certain bits and pieces where there are inconsistencies in their stories. They really aren’t the most reliable narrators.

That being said, do not take what is written as fact just because it was stated directly by that person. They will phrase things differently to paint themselves in a better light , or they simply just don’t remember right.

It’s usually a mix of half-truths and half-lies

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That’s our baby xoxo

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love your slash stuff! can i request a scenario where slash confesses his love (a second time) to his ex while being drunk over phone? something like the song “whyd you only call me when youre high” by the arctic monkeys :3

thanks for the ask 💙 xoxo

Imagine:

Slash drunkenly calls you to profess his love a second time



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You hadn’t been keeping track of the clock, the TV noiselessly played in the background, a half empty cup of wine was held limply in your hand. You used to have a few wineglasses, key words: used to. They all got shattered after you, in a fury, practically destroyed your apartment after catching your ex-boyfriend in bed with the same bitch he told you not to worry about. So wine in a cup it was for you. It wasn’t even good wine. It was cheap and tasted like shit. It really reflected how you were feeling at the moment. Shitty.

Every little goddamn thing reminded you of him. You weren’t even together that long. But that didn’t change the fact about how you felt, it was a big factor that played into you destroying your apartment. The old landlord was pissed, repairs were expensive. Which… that explained the cheap wine. Couldn’t afford anything else.

Staring blankly at the wall, it was so easy to recall everything about him, what remained of him. His smell lingered- not really, but you did pick up smoking because of him. You didn’t think you were going to stop, not anytime soon at least. There was definitely at least three guitar picks laying around somewhere. Long, curly, black hairs would still pop up from time-to-time. The cat you two picked up off the street which he named “Angus” who had gone missing- two nights after the breakup. You’d searched endlessly for that cat, but to no avail. Angus’ food and water dish remained untouched. The deep, ugly, wrenching feel of betrayal that-

The phone rang.

One.

Twice.

You picked it up before the third.

“Hello?” If you were in a better state of mind, you would’ve realized it was 2:53am. And you would’ve known who was on the other end of the line. You would’ve ignored it.

“Hey… hey” The voice was all too familiar. You hadn’t heard it in weeks- the emotional turmoil it sent throughout your body was unbearable, “Hey… don’t hang up, please.”

Against your better judgement, you stay on the line, quiet. And you listen.

“I- I’ve jus’ been thinkin’ y’know..? Thinkin’ ‘bout us.” He was drunk, his words slurred together. To most anyone, it would have been difficult to understand- but not for you.

You still didn’t reply.

“We… we were- are… a good thing. It was dumb, I was dumb. Let- let’s jus’ put this all behind us babe…” The pet name fell short on you. You felt an ugly feeling begin to coil in the depths of your gut.

You still kept your silence.

“I jus’ just… we’re perfect together. I love you, babe. I love ya… so fuckin’ much. I love your eyes, your hair, your tits… fuck I love yer tits… but I love you.” He says it pleadingly. I love you. Does he mean it? It wouldn’t have been the first time he’s said it. And lied. You knew better, this Warner the first time he called. It wouldn’t be the last. This was the first time you answered.

Finally, you spoke back.

“Do you always do this..? Call me when you’re drunk off your balls?” You could feel that anger creeping up, “If you really cared, if you really do love me- you’d call me sober. No… no you wouldn’t even call! You’d show up to my doorstep like a real man!”

Slash was silent for a moment, “Wait- no… babe please. Fuck, shit- I do mean it. I do love you… babe-” He was desperate, clinging on to what he could.

“You’re goddamn pathetic, Saul Hudson. Fuck off and fuck you!” Before you slammed the phone back on the receiver, you heard a faint, “Wait- babe no! I will I p-” The line got chopped off as you put the phone down.

You leaned your head back, fuming. Looking at the cup of wine in your hand, you really debated about throwing it across the room. Ultimately, you decided to take the last of it in one big swallow.

You sat there for a few long minutes- maybe it was a couple hours, still staring at the wall, but with no thoughts this time.

You hear a meow outside your door.

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𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔-𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔

𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝- 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕

𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 (𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜)

𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚗𝚛

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𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜- 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

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𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤: 𝟙

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𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤:

can you make a masterlist 😓🫶🏻

I do only have two posted works at the moment, but I can work on making one

EDIT: Current Masterlist is up, I will make adjustments as needed in the future

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slash x f!reader where slash teases reader in a bus they travel with the band in. like they share a bunk bed and he wakes up, deciding to kiss her cheek, down to her jaw and maybe suck on her neck?? just slash being clingy all morning

Imagine:

Slash wakes up early, for once, and showers (reader) with some morning kisses

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎

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Slash groaned as his eyes squinted open to the early morning sun. It was way too early. He was going to flip over and tug the covers over his head of capture a few more well needed hours of sleep until he recalled who exactly he was sharing this tiny ass bunk with. You. Slash just sighed, he really didn’t feel like crushing you in your sleep and receiving your wrath in return.

He tired to fall back asleep, but he simply just couldn’t with the combination of bumpy bus ride and the bright sun. Groaning, he turned his head only to be face-to-face with you. He took in the sight, your expression was peaceful. Slash frowned, a bit jealous, at least someone was getting a good night’s sleep.

However, he couldn’t help but crack a grin, you were always so uptight- worrying about one thing or the other. And now? Calm, peaceful bliss… Slash couldn’t help himself from closing the distance between yourselves. His lips pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Seeing as you didn’t react, he decided to keep going, littering your sleepy face in his affections.

It amused him to a degree, not that he didn’t like like to give you some early morning smooches as well. You had a long weekend, managing the band and whatnot. He figured you deserved some well deserved love. Slash started moving his kisses downward, from your cheeks and nose to your jaw.

He enjoyed watching your little reactions, the way your eyebrows furrowed when his stubble tickled your cheek or the way you’d softly sigh. Moving down further, his lips ghosted along your neck until he stopped, placing a wet kiss along your neck and beginning to suck a hickey.

That woke you up. Blearily, you looked around to see Slash’s mop of hair right next to you and an all to familiar sensation on your neck.

“Wha..?” She mumbled, sleepily pushing his head away. Slash looked up at you with the cheekiest grin on his face.

“Mornin’ ” He said, not at all ashamed at what he was doing, “How’d ya sleep?”

You groaned a bit, “Just fine… ‘til you woke me up… doin’ whatever.”

“Aww… did I ruin your precious sleep? I thought you’d appreciate a little looove…” He pouted, exaggerating.

“I never told you to stop” You said with a little shrug. Slash’s grin came back like clockwork.

He shifted, leaning up on his arm, “Is that..?”

You couldn’t help but grin a bit too- even if you were still exhausted, “Yes, it is. Ya damn goof. Now c’mere.”

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Feel free to send requests, read pinned for more info xoxo

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Imagine:

Slash comes home to you after a performance

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𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘

It was quite late in the night, you were still awake, sitting in bed with a magazine in your lap and the TV running in the background. Your cat was curled up around the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly. The sound of the lock on the door being fumbled with brought a smile to your face. Slash, your boyfriend, was finally back from a performance at the Troubadour.

He stumbled throughout the apartment, cursing at himself when he ran into the table and chairs. Something toppled over, not that he paid much heed to it. Slash peeked his head through the bedroom door. Seeing you sitting there had him all but throw himself into your embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke and sweat cling to him as he nuzzled into your chest. A small smile graced your face as you pet his snarly mess off curls.

“Mm… Missed ya” he mumbled softly.

“Yeah, me too.” You responded, “but don’t you think you’re due for a shower, hm?”

Slash made a half-sleepy half-annoyed noise, “Noo… ‘M too tired. Plus- you like my smell.”

Just as you were thinking of a retort, you felt his body go lax on top of yours. He really was tired them. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left you as you took in the scene. Clicking off the lamp and wrapping your arms around Slash, returning his embrace, you knew you wouldn’t want Slash to be any other way than himself.

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“Just as the record label frenzy around us was heating up, some fallout from our Gardner space partying hit us. The cops busted down our door one night looking for Axl. They wanted him to answer what turned out to be a bogus rape charge. Our days became numbered there at Gardner. Axl didn’t do the crime, but the incident inspired a great song, “Out to Get Me,’ which we quickly added to our sets in early 1986. You can hear the depth of our collective anguish in that song, shitting ourselves that the record labels might get wind of the situation and break off their courtship: “You can't catch me, I’m fuckin’ innocent!”

Duff Mckagan, “It’s so easy and other lies”, 2011

Spaghetti…??

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𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝: this blog is going to be based mostly on rock n roll bands, the moon, nature, films, books with occasional other things.

𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜/𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 (𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚒𝚜𝚑)

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𝚍𝚘𝚔𝚔𝚎𝚗

𝚊𝚌/𝚍𝚌

𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗

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𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗: 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎

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Blue’s Masterlist

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Disclaimers

𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏

𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝) 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝- 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢

𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎

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