Hey everyone! 👋 I'm RBS, a self-improvement coach, and I've got something special to offer you, absolutely free—no strings attached.
But before I dive into that, let me share a little secret with you. Just a year ago, my life was pretty tough. Every day seemed clouded with negative thoughts, and my relationships, both with myself and others, were strained. Feeling alone and worthless was my norm, and I settled for less because I couldn't believe I deserved any better. It felt like a hopeless cycle.
I was constantly worried that no matter how hard I tried, I'd never measure up. This fear kept me tossing and turning at night. I tried improving myself, but it felt like I was stuck in an uphill battle with no end in sight. I started questioning if all the effort was even worth it. At times, it seemed like my fate was sealed by what I was born with—like success was reserved for the naturally gifted.
But then, something incredible happened about a year ago. Thanks to the grace of Allah (God), my life took a turn. Now, I chase my dreams with an unparalleled drive, exuding confidence and energy like never before! Today, I'm happier and more accomplished than I ever thought possible.
So, what changed in that year? It was surprisingly simple... I stumbled across my mentor.
But why a mentor, you might ask? Having a mentor was a game-changer for me. It wasn't just about getting directions; my mentor provided priceless feedback, drawing from his own life experiences. He has been through it all and knows what worked. When things got tough, he was there to give me that extra push and remind me of my potential.
So, if you're feeling stuck, consider seeking guidance from a mentor. Someone who's been in your shoes and can help you navigate the path ahead. That's why I'm passionate about mentoring others for free!
As a self-improvement coach, I'm dedicated to helping young men transform their lives and become the best versions of themselves. I draw from various sources like books, podcasts, studies, philosophy, and personal research.

What You Will Unlock🔓:

1. *🧔🏻 Boost Your Masculinity: *Walk into any room with your head held high, feeling a surge of confidence and strength that makes navigating the world effortless.
2. 🥅 Achieve Your Dreams: Imagine crossing the finish line of your biggest goal, feeling the thrill of turning your aspirations into reality, and living the life you want.
3. 🧘 Embrace Better Habits: Feel happier and healthier as you leave behind what holds you back and step into a brighter, more fulfilling future.
4. 💪 Improve Your Looks: Imagine people nodding in approval as you walk by, feeling confident and catching everyone's eye with your undeniable charm.
5. *🧘🏼 Manage Stress, Overthinking, and Other Mental Problems: *Feel peaceful and strong inside, helping you handle life's ups and downs with ease and calmness.
6. 🎯 Conquer Obstacles: Develop the strength and determination to overcome challenges and achieve your goals, like a resilient mountain climber scaling peaks in the face of adversity.
7. ⌛ Achieve More with Less Effort: Boost your productivity and efficiency, like a swift arrow hitting its target with precision, allowing you to invest time and energy in what truly brings you joy.
8. 📅 Establish Routines: Experience the sense of stability and control that comes from establishing healthy habits and routines that support your well-being and success.
9. 💸 Financial and Business Ideas: Experience the joy of being in control of your finances and running successful businesses, as you learn to manage your money wisely and explore profitable opportunities.
10. 🎙️ Master Communication and Social Skills: Take pride in being known as "that guy" among your friends, as they rave about your outgoing personality and the meaningful bonds you create, earning you the reputation of a true friend and a genuine charmer.
11. 🛣️ Finding Your Purpose: Uncover the deep meaning in life and your core values, where everything falls into place and makes sense for you.

I keep it simple. No complex strategies, just straightforward guidance to elevate your life. In just a month, I've already had 4 people book sessions with me. Testimonials are available on my profile page.
It's a month-long commitment, with the option to cancel if you don't see results after 2 weeks. Sessions are 45 minutes, twice a week, or an hour once a week if you prefer. And if you're not satisfied after the initial call, you can cancel with no further obligation. You've got nothing to lose and everything to gain—so why not give it a shot?
It's time to take the next step. Just send me a DM, and I'll provide all the details you need. Imagine sitting at the family dinner table, radiating confidence and success. Your family members might glance at you with envy, noticing how manly and prosperous you've become.
Let's schedule a call to begin turning those dreams into reality. It's easy. Don't let your fear win. Conquer your fear, and take the first step by sending me a DM now!
Note: While coaching can be immensely helpful, it's essential to prioritize your health. If you're dealing with severe depression, chronic pain, or any other challenges, don't hesitate to seek medical support.

I was a busboy at the Cocoanut Grove. That Saturday, the place was a heaving mass of humanity. Soldiers on leave, couples on dates, socialites, and gangsters—the club was their playground, and I was just an invisible part of the scenery. The air was a haze of smoke and alcohol, thick enough to choke on.
It was around 10:15 PM when I first saw him. A man in a dark, heavy coat, standing by the service door near the kitchen. Odd attire for such a warm, crowded club, but what really caught my eye was his face. His eyes were black pits, empty yet somehow full of a cold, malevolent hunger. His smile was a razor-thin line, cutting through his face like a wound. He gestured for me to come closer, but before I could move, he slipped into the kitchen.
Seconds later, the lights flickered, and fire erupted in the Melody Lounge. The flames didn’t spread—they leapt, as if alive, cutting off exits with a terrifying, unnatural precision. Panic ignited, and the crowd became a stampede. I tried to guide people to safety, but the fire seemed to anticipate our every move.
As I fought my way toward the kitchen, hoping for another way out, I witnessed horrors that will forever be etched into my memory.
The first was a young woman in a red dress. She had been dancing with her boyfriend moments before the fire broke out. When the flames began to spread, she tried to run, but the crowd was too thick. She stumbled and fell right in front of me. In the chaos, no one stopped to help her. The flames reached her, and her screams pierced through the cacophony. Her dress ignited, the fabric melting into her skin. I watched in horror as her flesh bubbled and peeled away, revealing raw, charred muscle beneath. Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for help, before the fire consumed her completely. I couldn’t do anything but keep moving, the image of her agony seared into my mind.
Further ahead, near the bar, a middle-aged man, a regular at the club, was pounding on a locked door that led to the staff area. His hands were bloody, and his face was contorted in sheer panic. The smoke was thickening, making it hard to breathe. I saw him drop to his knees, clawing at his throat as he began to choke. His skin turned a sickly blue as he suffocated. The fire found him next, wrapping around his legs and creeping up his body. His screams were a mix of terror and pain as the flames cooked him alive, turning him into a grotesque statue of blackened bone and seared flesh. I wanted to help, but the fire was relentless, and I had to keep moving.
Near the back exit, which had been illegally locked to prevent people from sneaking in without paying, I saw a young couple—newlyweds celebrating their honeymoon. The husband was trying to shield his wife with his body as they pounded on the unyielding door. The fire closed in, and I heard their desperate cries for help. The flames licked at their legs, their screams merging into a single, horrifying wail. The husband’s back blistered and burst, his skin sloughing off in sheets. The wife’s hair ignited, and she clawed at her scalp in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames. They held each other as they burned, their bodies fusing together in a grotesque, charred embrace. I was frozen in place, unable to look away, until a surge of heat pushed me to keep moving.
I fought through the flames, dodging falling debris and stumbling over lifeless bodies. The heat was unbearable, the air thick with smoke and the stench of burning flesh. Finally, I found a side door and burst into the alley, gulping in the cool night air. As I looked back, the building was fully engulfed, the screams of the trapped mingling with an unholy laughter that echoed in my ears long after.
The official reports blamed faulty wiring and overcrowding, but I know better. The man in the dark coat—he wasn’t human. He was something ancient, something that revels in chaos and feeds on fear. Since that night, I’ve been plagued by dark dreams and even darker realities. Doors in my house creak open on their own, whispers drift through the night, and I see shadows moving just beyond my vision.
Every anniversary, the nightmares get worse, and I feel his presence more acutely. It’s as if the fire forged a bond between us, a bond I can’t break. I’ve tried to tell my story, but no one believes me. They think I’m just a traumatized survivor, driven mad by the horrors I witnessed.
But I know the truth. And now, so do you.
If you’re reading this, I’m begging, heed my warning. On the anniversary of the Cocoanut Grove fire, stay away from dark, crowded places. If you see a man in a dark coat with eyes like voids, don’t approach him. Run, and don’t look back.
Because once he marks you, there’s no escape. The flames will find you, and Hell will claim its due.
Tonight, as I write this, I can feel the heat building, the shadows lengthening. He’s close. I can hear his whisper just beyond the door. I don’t know if I’ll survive another anniversary, but if I don’t, remember my story.
Remember that some fires are more than just flames. They are gateways, and some doors should never be opened.

Hey everyone! 👋 I'm RBS, a self-improvement coach, and I've got something special to offer you, absolutely free—no strings attached.
But before I dive into that, let me share a little secret with you. Just a year ago, my life was pretty tough. Every day seemed clouded with negative thoughts, and my relationships, both with myself and others, were strained. Feeling alone and worthless was my norm, and I settled for less because I couldn't believe I deserved any better. It felt like a hopeless cycle.
I was constantly worried that no matter how hard I tried, I'd never measure up. This fear kept me tossing and turning at night. I tried improving myself, but it felt like I was stuck in an uphill battle with no end in sight. I started questioning if all the effort was even worth it. At times, it seemed like my fate was sealed by what I was born with—like success was reserved for the naturally gifted.
But then, something incredible happened about a year ago. Thanks to the grace of Allah (God), my life took a turn. Now, I chase my dreams with an unparalleled drive, exuding confidence and energy like never before! Today, I'm happier and more accomplished than I ever thought possible.
So, what changed in that year? It was surprisingly simple... I stumbled across my mentor.
But why a mentor, you might ask? Having a mentor was a game-changer for me. It wasn't just about getting directions; my mentor provided priceless feedback, drawing from his own life experiences. He has been through it all and knows what worked. When things got tough, he was there to give me that extra push and remind me of my potential.
So, if you're feeling stuck, consider seeking guidance from a mentor. Someone who's been in your shoes and can help you navigate the path ahead. That's why I'm passionate about mentoring others for free!
As a self-improvement coach, I'm dedicated to helping young men transform their lives and become the best versions of themselves. I draw from various sources like books, podcasts, studies, philosophy, and personal research.

What You Will Unlock🔓:

1. *🧔🏻 Boost Your Masculinity: *Walk into any room with your head held high, feeling a surge of confidence and strength that makes navigating the world effortless.
2. 🥅 Achieve Your Dreams: Imagine crossing the finish line of your biggest goal, feeling the thrill of turning your aspirations into reality, and living the life you want.
3. 🧘 Embrace Better Habits: Feel happier and healthier as you leave behind what holds you back and step into a brighter, more fulfilling future.
4. 💪 Improve Your Looks: Imagine people nodding in approval as you walk by, feeling confident and catching everyone's eye with your undeniable charm.
5. *🧘🏼 Manage Stress, Overthinking, and Other Mental Problems: *Feel peaceful and strong inside, helping you handle life's ups and downs with ease and calmness.
6. 🎯 Conquer Obstacles: Develop the strength and determination to overcome challenges and achieve your goals, like a resilient mountain climber scaling peaks in the face of adversity.
7. ⌛ Achieve More with Less Effort: Boost your productivity and efficiency, like a swift arrow hitting its target with precision, allowing you to invest time and energy in what truly brings you joy.
8. 📅 Establish Routines: Experience the sense of stability and control that comes from establishing healthy habits and routines that support your well-being and success.
9. 💸 Financial and Business Ideas: Experience the joy of being in control of your finances and running successful businesses, as you learn to manage your money wisely and explore profitable opportunities.
10. 🎙️ Master Communication and Social Skills: Take pride in being known as "that guy" among your friends, as they rave about your outgoing personality and the meaningful bonds you create, earning you the reputation of a true friend and a genuine charmer.
11. 🛣️ Finding Your Purpose: Uncover the deep meaning in life and your core values, where everything falls into place and makes sense for you.

I keep it simple. No complex strategies, just straightforward guidance to elevate your life. In just a month, I've already had 4 people book sessions with me. Testimonials are available on my profile page.
It's a month-long commitment, with the option to cancel if you don't see results after 2 weeks. Sessions are 45 minutes, twice a week, or an hour once a week if you prefer. And if you're not satisfied after the initial call, you can cancel with no further obligation. You've got nothing to lose and everything to gain—so why not give it a shot?
It's time to take the next step. Just send me a DM, and I'll provide all the details you need. Imagine sitting at the family dinner table, radiating confidence and success. Your family members might glance at you with envy, noticing how manly and prosperous you've become.
Let's schedule a call to begin turning those dreams into reality. It's easy. Don't let your fear win. Conquer your fear, and take the first step by sending me a DM now!
Note: While coaching can be immensely helpful, it's essential to prioritize your health. If you're dealing with severe depression, chronic pain, or any other challenges, don't hesitate to seek medical support.

There you are my love! My love! My Unearthly love! My ultimate love! There is no one else except you There is only you for me My only love! love! My only reason for existance İ am nothing without you The day that you left me My soul still remember the fresh pain and wounds İ still remember the hurt in your eyes İt keeps me awake all night İ tried living without you But my heart keeps on hurting with pain İt feels that even the universe is ridiculing For all the mistakes i made let me atone for my sins İ shall kneel and ask your forgiveness But if you are not satisfied İ am ready to walk down the road to hell But if you are still not content Tell me what should I do? Come back to me my love my love İ can't live without you İ will die with you İ am all alone İ am all alone, alone, all alone İ will die a tragic death İ am nothing without you

Hi, This is a throw away account, I lurk on reedit occasionally to see that's going on in Canada, and what left wing people and right wing people are thinking, etc, etc. I work for one of a major Grocery retailers in one of their warehouses to be exact. I’m not going to give any specifics of which company as they have been known to fire employees for making negative posts about them online.
To start the workforce of where I work has always been diverse, mostly a mix of European, Caribbean and Filipino(all are a mix of Citizens and Immigrants) Europeans being the largest. and I have never felt, until recently, that they favored any one group over another.
Over a year ago rumors started to spread about the company directly importing people from certain West African countries to work there. At first I thought this was just a warehouse rumor and kinda laughed it off, but I did some asking around and the rumor was fairy consistent. So I went and asked someone from the union to find out if it was true, so they confirmed that it was true and gave me some of the details about it, which differed from the rumors.
So The Company, The Federal Government and the government of the West African country had entered into some kind of agreement prior to covid to bring in workers from said countries and that The Company was going to provide some form of housing for the workers and deduct it off their pay(I don’t know how much is being deducted or what kinda living arrangements they have been given) and was supposed to start in 2020 but was put of hold because of covid. (On a side note The Company really started to push DEI sometime in 2019 so maybe this was some kinda prelude to mass immigration.) The Companies justification for this is the poor retention rate, which is true, however it started to improve over the last few years.
So a few months pass and a couple of West Africans start trickling in and it was only a handful and most of the newly hired were the usual assortment of people, and I thought the rumors at that point were kinda exaggerated(Conspiracy level stuff) until around last September. When the company pretty much stopped hiring white men, and the only time they would hire someone of European decent would be a women if they could not find a “women of color” to fill the position(DEI quota). At the same time work hours in the warehouse were being reduced due to a drop in sales due to inflation, yet they kept hiring more people(A lot of new hires would quit because of lack of hours). Not all of the new hires were from West Africa, A lot of Indians as well and I do not know if they are all from the agreement I mentioned above. This change also happened with a couple of third party companies that the company contracts, like for shunting and security, where they completely stopped hiring white people all of a sudden and replaced anyone who was white with Indians.
So back in January, there was a major labor dispute at one of the fruit processing facilities in the region I live in, I won’t give names but this company but it has had a long history being associated with Banana Republics in Central/South America. The strike was caused because the company would only give them a 5 cent raise over 4-5 years, which was only 5 cents above minium wage(I think it was 5 cents, might have been a bit more, but under 50 cents). The labor dispute resulted in the company closing down the facility 4 weeks into the strike. Some of the union reps went to participate in the strike in solidarity, and I was pretty shocked at some of the stuff they had heard:

• The company had allegedly attempted to force people to work 18 plus hours, and allegedly barricaded the doors to keep people in, and only stopped because someone threatened to call the police on them
• Pior to the strike the company fired a bunch if not all of the union reps.
• One of the Managers was purported of saying something along the lines of “We’ll never hire white people again, because they know their “Rights” and push back to much.
• 75% of the workforce there were landed immigrants and from temp agencies.

Note these are allegations based on second hand information.
I suspect when said company opens up a new location they will probably be hiring only TFW’s or just directly importing people in under some other government program to avoid their worker from Unionizing, and I would not be surprised if other company's pull the same Banana Republic level shit as well, or maybe we are one, but we just don’t know it yet...
I have a couple of conspiracies theories of my own about whats going but I don’t see the Necessity to speculate when there plenty of damning evidence to begin with(Maybe some of the conspiracies are true, that's been a trend lately). And I have not even touch of my feelings about the cultural impacts of this subject as well, which are also just as important as the economic impacts. I’m really worried about the erosion of Liberal values in Canada, especially Women’s and LGBT rights, by importing millions of people from very Very VERY socially conservative cultures(Your average Conservative in Canada would be considered a Liberal in most places outside the West\Latin America).
Political action needs to be taken,I’ll most certainly be attending any protests against immigration, and its good to see people are starting to take initiative on this. I also stress people start writing their MP’s and MPP’s about this subject and keep an eye out for “town halls” hosted by your MP’s and MPP’s when parliament shuts down for the summer, and try to organize people to show up and express their concerns over immigration.
I use to support Canada’s immigration system, I remember back in 2015 all the problems Germany and Sweden were having with immigration and integration and saying “I’m thankful for the Canadian immigration system, because we bring in people who will integrate, and don’t have those problems” which was very true of the immigrants we brought in during the 70’s,80’s,90’s and early 2000’s. Or maybe we had those problems and the media was really good at covering it up… Who Knows?
If people try to call you racist or some kinda phobe, for standing up for your country, culture and people, just Smile and say “Whatever” and walk away.

PLEASE provide advice.
About 2 weeks ago I was sitting in my office at school and I heard some type of flute noises very faintly. I checked and I couldn’t find the source of them. This triggered me very badly since I have SEVERE OCD. I began to question every single sounds and constantly am checking things out of the corner of my eye. I think I see things move out of the corner of my eyes but I’m not sure.
A few days after that for 2-3 minutes at a time I had this weird feeling of bugs crawling on my skin (like my hair was moving) but nothing is there. The feeling will quickly go away and not come back for hours.
I do not hear any voices, no negative symptoms, zero delusions, and I can still think very clearly. Did you have any of these in the beginning? Did your symptoms start out slow and then progress or was it all at once? Did you have warning signs in the beginning?
I am in the process of changing my antidepressant (Luvox) for my obsessive thoughts (currently that I am developing schizophrenia). My doctor said not to worry as this is all manifesting in my OCD since I am obsessing over it. I just feel as though something is wrong.
Please share if this is something that relates to you or is something that is completely different from how it started for you. I am not asking for a diagnosis I am just asking for you guys to tell me if this relates to your beginning.

Last night me and my husband took our two daughters to a trampoline park. They also sell food there like pizza, wings, beer, snacks etc. After jumping for a while, my girls were thirsty so my husband goes a buys a water for them. The food bar is a couple feet away so he’s eye distance, and when he goes over there’s a semi long line. I’m keeping an eye on my girls but I’m also turning around to my husband to see how fast the line is moving. One of the times I turn to look at him, I see here’s with the cashier already but they’re laughing. So I just keeping staring and they’re both smiling and looking at his ICEE that was slightly overfilled. She goes and grabs him another top and the whole time she’s doing that, he’s just staring at her smiling. She comes back with the top, hands it to him, while also smiling, and my husband says “Thank you, I appreciate it” and walks away. Now… yes I got jealous. I’m currently also 2-3 days away from getting my period and have been feeling very emotional these past few days. (No excuse but my emotional judgment isn’t the best right now) so when he comes over, I tell him that that interaction bothered me and he got upset. He’s telling me I have no reason too and how it’s dumb. This upsets me and we just go into ignoring eachother. We’re there for about two more hours and we’re still not talking. It’s time to go, and we’re still not talking. We get home, I shower the girls, put them to bed, and go over to my room to shower. He’s not in our room so I eventually check my daughter’s room camera, and he’s in there asleep with her. So I spend the night by myself. It’s now morning time and he still isn’t talking to me. Was I in the wrong? Would you also be bothered by the interacting?

Both Count Corbera and Bruno Aurelius bring a unique blend of history and philosophy into the arena, setting the stage for an intellectual and physical clash of titans.
As the announcer introduces Count Corbera, the crowd falls silent in anticipation. The Count's rugged appearance and icy blue eyes convey a sense of wisdom and experience, a stark contrast to the youthful exuberance of his opponent, Bruno Aurelius.
With a polite nod to his opponent, Count Corbera steps into the ring, his presence commanding respect from all who behold him. Across the ring, Bruno Aurelius bounces on the balls of his feet, his boisterous demeanor and infectious energy filling the arena with excitement.
The opening bell rings, and the two fighters waste no time in engaging each other. Count Corbera's mastery of the Abrazare wrestling style is immediately evident as he closes the distance between them, his movements calculated and precise.
But Bruno Aurelius is no slouch either, his combination of Pankration and boxing techniques keeping the Count on his toes. With each exchange, the two fighters test each other's skill and resolve, their movements a dance of strength and strategy.
As the fight wears on, Count Corbera's experience begins to shine through, his knowledge of ancient grappling techniques giving him the edge in close-quarters combat. Despite his age, his stamina and determination are unwavering, his every move a testament to his years of training and discipline.
But Bruno Aurelius is not one to be underestimated. With each blow he lands, he chips away at the Count's defenses, his relentless assault pushing the older fighter to his limits. Yet, for every strike Bruno delivers, the Count responds with a counter of his own, his movements fluid and precise.
As the final round approaches, the tension in the arena reaches its peak. Both fighters are battered and bruised, their bodies a testament to the intensity of the battle. Yet, neither is willing to back down, their determination fueling them to push forward.
In the end, it is a battle of wills as much as it is a battle of strength and skill. With a final flurry of blows, Count Corbera executes a textbook takedown, sending Bruno crashing to the mat with a resounding thud.
The crowd erupts into cheers as the referee raises Count Corbera's hand in victory, his victory a testament to the power of experience and determination. As Bruno rises to his feet, a smile graces his lips, his respect for his opponent evident in his eyes.
In that moment, as the two fighters embrace in a show of sportsmanship, the true spirit of martial arts shines through. For in the end, it is not just about who emerges victorious, but about the lessons learned and the bonds forged in the heat of battle.

I was a busboy at the Cocoanut Grove. That Saturday, the place was a heaving mass of humanity. Soldiers on leave, couples on dates, socialites, and gangsters—the club was their playground, and I was just an invisible part of the scenery. The air was a haze of smoke and alcohol, thick enough to choke on.
It was around 10:15 PM when I first saw him. A man in a dark, heavy coat, standing by the service door near the kitchen. Odd attire for such a warm, crowded club, but what really caught my eye was his face. His eyes were black pits, empty yet somehow full of a cold, malevolent hunger. His smile was a razor-thin line, cutting through his face like a wound. He gestured for me to come closer, but before I could move, he slipped into the kitchen.
Seconds later, the lights flickered, and fire erupted in the Melody Lounge. The flames didn’t spread—they leapt, as if alive, cutting off exits with a terrifying, unnatural precision. Panic ignited, and the crowd became a stampede. I tried to guide people to safety, but the fire seemed to anticipate our every move.
As I fought my way toward the kitchen, hoping for another way out, I witnessed horrors that will forever be etched into my memory.
The first was a young woman in a red dress. She had been dancing with her boyfriend moments before the fire broke out. When the flames began to spread, she tried to run, but the crowd was too thick. She stumbled and fell right in front of me. In the chaos, no one stopped to help her. The flames reached her, and her screams pierced through the cacophony. Her dress ignited, the fabric melting into her skin. I watched in horror as her flesh bubbled and peeled away, revealing raw, charred muscle beneath. Her eyes locked onto mine, pleading for help, before the fire consumed her completely. I couldn’t do anything but keep moving, the image of her agony seared into my mind.
Further ahead, near the bar, a middle-aged man, a regular at the club, was pounding on a locked door that led to the staff area. His hands were bloody, and his face was contorted in sheer panic. The smoke was thickening, making it hard to breathe. I saw him drop to his knees, clawing at his throat as he began to choke. His skin turned a sickly blue as he suffocated. The fire found him next, wrapping around his legs and creeping up his body. His screams were a mix of terror and pain as the flames cooked him alive, turning him into a grotesque statue of blackened bone and seared flesh. I wanted to help, but the fire was relentless, and I had to keep moving.
Near the back exit, which had been illegally locked to prevent people from sneaking in without paying, I saw a young couple—newlyweds celebrating their honeymoon. The husband was trying to shield his wife with his body as they pounded on the unyielding door. The fire closed in, and I heard their desperate cries for help. The flames licked at their legs, their screams merging into a single, horrifying wail. The husband’s back blistered and burst, his skin sloughing off in sheets. The wife’s hair ignited, and she clawed at her scalp in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames. They held each other as they burned, their bodies fusing together in a grotesque, charred embrace. I was frozen in place, unable to look away, until a surge of heat pushed me to keep moving.
I fought through the flames, dodging falling debris and stumbling over lifeless bodies. The heat was unbearable, the air thick with smoke and the stench of burning flesh. Finally, I found a side door and burst into the alley, gulping in the cool night air. As I looked back, the building was fully engulfed, the screams of the trapped mingling with an unholy laughter that echoed in my ears long after.
The official reports blamed faulty wiring and overcrowding, but I know better. The man in the dark coat—he wasn’t human. He was something ancient, something that revels in chaos and feeds on fear. Since that night, I’ve been plagued by dark dreams and even darker realities. Doors in my house creak open on their own, whispers drift through the night, and I see shadows moving just beyond my vision.
Every anniversary, the nightmares get worse, and I feel his presence more acutely. It’s as if the fire forged a bond between us, a bond I can’t break. I’ve tried to tell my story, but no one believes me. They think I’m just a traumatized survivor, driven mad by the horrors I witnessed.
But I know the truth. And now, so do you.
If you’re reading this, I’m begging, heed my warning. On the anniversary of the Cocoanut Grove fire, stay away from dark, crowded places. If you see a man in a dark coat with eyes like voids, don’t approach him. Run, and don’t look back.
Because once he marks you, there’s no escape. The flames will find you, and Hell will claim its due.
Tonight, as I write this, I can feel the heat building, the shadows lengthening. He’s close. I can hear his whisper just beyond the door. I don’t know if I’ll survive another anniversary, but if I don’t, remember my story.
Remember that some fires are more than just flames. They are gateways, and some doors should never be opened.

I feel like I might not be the typical type of person to post on this subreddit. I'm a male who started watching the show begrudgingly with my partner. I've been watching since season 3 and fell in love with it. I've never been on any social media related to VPR, so I have no outside influences this is honeslty the first time i have seen any sort of posts about VPR
I'm shocked by this subreddit. I'm surprised by all the support for Katie and Ariana and the crazy hate for Lala and Schwartz. I honestly don't understand it.
In my opinion, Katie and Ariana have never been highlights of VPR for me. From season 3 onward, my view of Katie was that she was the miserable, manipulative one who would latch onto anyone who would join her in being an ass hole. The way she treated Jo was disgusting. Jo was only ever nice to her, but as Jo said, Katie was just a jealous ex who hadn't gotten over Schwartz and decided to use jo as a punching bag.
As for Ariana, she was miserable for the longest time, and this season, she really annoyed me. The whole season revolving around her was frustrating. What she went through was awful, and I get that, but expecting everyone to tiptoe around her because of the Tom situation was insane. They are on the same TV show, and not recognizing that other people can still be friends with Tom was grim. Repeating that anyone who is friends with him will no longer be her friend is the most manipulative thing ever! It was crazy to me in the last episode when she said she had never claimed she would stop being friends with Scheana if she made up with Tom—it's just comical!
As for Lala, she is the queen in my eyes, and the amount of hate she gets on here is wild. I didn't like Lala in the first couple of seasons, but her turnaround after she sobered up was huge. After she sobered up, everything that came out of her mouth was straight facts. She doesn't take any bullshit and says things as she sees them. I feel like she is really the highlight of VPR for me and doesn't deserve all the hate.
Go queen LALA👸

For some context, a tech-priest has discovered a Genestealer Cult on a Mechanicus world and has decided to use them for his own ends. He tells them that he will wipe them out unless they perform an uprising during the national "Ascension Day" celebrations, where he will use the chaos they create to seize power for himself.
The Magus of the cult Claress is old and decrepit, she feels that they missed the time they were actually meant to rise up decades ago and the cult has atrophied since then. Worse, after a series of failed raids their best fighters were killed or imprisoned. She knows they have no chance against the crack Mechanicus troops who have pressed the world for generations but facing no other option the Cult begins its preparations and sends messages to the uncorrupted workers unions and factories that have pledged their support if an uprising against the Mechanicus happens (not knowing that they're dealing with a cult).
I like this section as while it falls into the modern 40k novel habit of listing a bunch of codex units and describing how they fight, I think that it does a good job of portraying the awkward beginnings of an uprising, where nobody actually knows what will happen that spirals into the Genestealer Cult suddenly realising that if they work together they might have a chance.

‘This is the end of us,’ she hissed. ‘The priest will use us, and then he will destroy us. Or imprison us in his jars and make us his experiments. All our ways, our traditions, our faith. He will melt it out of us. There will be nothing left but his science.’
‘Child…’ Claress repeated.
‘We should flee,’ Davien almost shouted at her. ‘All of us, each to a different hole. We should abandon this city. We should carry our words and our blood to other places. We’re finished here! I’m sorry, magus, I’m sorry.’ And she was simultaneously weeping and incandescent with rage. At herself, at Triskellian, at Claress. ‘I have ruined us! I’m a traitor. Punish me, magus. Destroy me.’
‘You have listened to the lies of the enemy, it is true,’ Claress said softly. Her hand fell on Davien’s shoulder, a husk of a thing, no weight to it. ‘And you may be punished in time, that is also true. But for now, you are one of us, and you must play your part in what is to come.’
‘But it’s a sham!’ Davien exclaimed. ‘It’s some Taskmaster plan, some infighting between them. It isn’t the time!’ Struck by a sudden hope, she searched the old woman’s face. ‘Is it? Is all this… the Emperor’s plan for us? Can it be?’ And before she could hear any empty comforts, she rushed on. ‘Tell me truly, magus. Please tell me.’
The sad calm on Claress’ face was heartbreaking. ‘I don’t know, child. I wish I could give you all the grand certainties in the world. I wish I could give you the words of fire and faith I’d speak in the chapel, of the Many-Handed Emperor and His angels. But that is what faith is for, Davien.’ She sagged, sinking in on herself a little more. ‘Take me to my chamber. I must rest before tomorrow.’
‘You can’t take to the streets, magus. Not you.’
‘I must. We all shall play our part. We shall triumph together, or we shall fall. I do not want to be left alone if my kin are taken from me.’
Davien led her deeper into the maze of cellars. All around, the Congregation were in a frenzy of preparation. The building was haemorrhaging the faithful as they rushed out to carry the magus’ words across all the poor districts of the city. Out there, all Davien’s distant kin would be arming themselves. And the others, all those who weren’t blood but who had suffered beneath the crushing iron boot of the tech-priests, they’d be gathering too. All of them cast against the iron walls of the Hollow Men.
When she had Claress back to the old woman’s bed, she helped her lie down, hearing joints click and crack. The magus lay there, staring at the low ceiling, then shifted her head to look at the painting of the Emperor on the far wall. It was flaking now, half-obscured with grime. A depiction from the time of the Great-Aunts and Uncles, when the blood of the Emperor was stronger in them, so that none of the Congregation could show their faces for fear of being known for what they were. A figure with four arms: two human hands and two with radiant claws like crescent moons. An elliptical head split by a great benevolent smile that was all teeth. The eyes were beatific, murderous, inhuman. Davien had stared at the image often, feeling out its contradictions, letting them speak to the human and the inhuman within her. It frightened her; it inspired her.
‘I hear them singing to me.’ Claress’ dry voice rose to her. ‘The angels. They throng the cold void. And I sing back. I tell them, We are here. We are faithful. We’re waiting for you. And their great wings carry them across the freezing spaces, through the perilous labyrinth of the warp. They are coming, Davien. They tell me, We hear you. We come for you. Only have faith, and you shall become part of us. The Blessed Union, child. Our destiny.’ She laughed softly, coughed, shuddering with each dry convulsion. ‘They came from the stars, our ancestors. The first on Morod to bear our blood was an angel’s child, and so we are children of angels. But weaker, each generation. I lack the strength of the Aunts, the might of the Great-Aunts. I am too human to be truly strong. But I hear them, Davien. They are so beautiful. There is nothing on this ugly world to compare to them. I need to see them with my own eyes, before I grow too old.’
And Davien, one of the diminished survivors of a younger generation still, thought about how thin her own blood was, how little of the angel remained. ‘Do you think the priests’ Ascension Day will be our ascension too? Or will all our blood just end up on the streets and in that priest’s laboratory?’
Claress’ yellow gaze switched to her. ‘Faith is all that we have, when the machinery of this world comes to crush us. I hear the angels. They come to us, but space is vast and the warp is a trickster. All we can do is believe that the Many-Handed Emperor will not abandon His faithful in their time of need. That He is a true divinity, beyond the enthroned corpse the machine-priests worship. Our god lives, Davien. Our god is life, life in all its many forms and guises. Theirs is dust and ancient mechanisms. We must prevail, or we give the universe over to entropy and death. Only by our truths can life eternal survive and spread throughout the cosmos. Do you understand me, child? Do you have faith?’
And Davien thought, We are going to die tomorrow, on the streets and in their arena. This is not the true uprising we were promised, it is some priest’s gambit. But she couldn’t hold to those thoughts against the old woman’s rustle of a voice. It got under her skin. It spoke to all those services in the buried chapel. It spoke to her blood.
Easy to have faith when you were strong, after all. And what was the value of it, then? But they stood under the steel hammer of the tech-priests, and they would rise up nonetheless. Let Triskellian think it was all to his plan. The Congregation would rise because it was their time. Who said that he was using them? And even though, intellectually, she knew the truth, she still felt that fire in her, that burned away all doubt.
‘I believe, magus,’ she said fiercely. ‘Tell me what I must do.’
The next dawn, even as the tech-priests were attending their early Ascension Day devotions, the streets of the South Chasm districts erupted into armed uprising.
Davien saw it from the rooftops, crossing from building to building by the gantries, bridges and ropes that the skitarii periodically brought down but the locals always strung up again. All night the Congregation’s messengers had been running like sparks through the poorer districts of the city, seeing which claves would catch their fires. All of the true faithful rose up without question, of course. Right now she could only see the more inarguably human of them, those marked only by a pallidity of skin, patches of chitinous scales, unblinking yellow eyes perhaps. No unusual traits on as poisonous a world as this. Behind and within the walls of the tenements, though, the older generations of the god-touched would be stirring; would be eager. They had waited all their long lives, after all. They had hidden away as their younger offspring had busied themselves in the world, unable to show their distorted faces. They had known only the burning fire of their faith, and now that faith told them, Rise!
The streets were thronging with people, just ordinary people. And yet, not ordinary, for in many of those bodies a few drops of divine blood ran. But they were not the superhuman figures of Imperial myth. Not the Adeptus Astartes that had been made into little gods; not the tech-priests, elevated by machinery until they had forgotten what it was like to have two living feet on the ground. People, with nothing but their faith, and what tools and weapons they could scavenge or make themselves. And today they would attempt to wrest control of their destiny from those who had ordered and limited their whole lives.
And they would die, she knew. Heavy-hearted she watched them muster, factorum workers clapping each other on the shoulder, hard greetings called across the crowd. There were banners there, and some were of the Many-Handed Emperor Scattering His Angels Upon the Faithful, but there were others, too. Crude standards celebrating this ward or that factorum, this mining crew, even one for the staff of a workers’ refectory. There was an air of festival, just as if they were celebrating the damned Ascension Day after all.
And then the first skitarii came into sight. Davien knew she should be away by now, off on the errand that Claress had given her, but she couldn’t. She had to see if the whole venture would collapse into tragedy.
A wedge of red-clad cybernetic soldiers ordered itself precisely across the street ahead of the gathering mob. Behind them, a pair of dragoons stalked in, towering over the soldiers’ heads. Their riders couched forked lances snapping with sparks, even as the servitor beneath them, merged with the workings of the machine, directed the Ironstrider’s jerky motions. The crowd stilled, seeing all those carbines levelled at them, knowing more would be on the way.
The skitarii alpha called out, voice amplified until it rattled Davien’s skull like thunder. ‘By the order of the Fabricator General, you are required to disperse. There will be no second warning.’
And Claress stepped forwards from the ranks of the crowd, standing ahead of them, raising her staff. Somehow her high, clear voice carried even to Davien. ‘Faith and freedom! Faith for the true Emperor’s blood! Freedom from the yoke!’
The skitarii opened fire.
Davien screamed when they did it, curled away from the blaze and heat of it, knowing this was surely the end even as the uprising began. But in the echo of the shots she dared look, and saw Claress somehow untouched, standing with bodies to her left and right, the faithful who had put themselves in harm’s way. And not so many bodies, even, not compared to the vast mass of humanity that was packing the street. Angry humanity, crammed with grievances.
Claress’ voice called out again, and now she was sounding the charge. Davien saw members of the Congregation break into a run on either side of her, funnelling through the streets in a great rush, wielding hammers and prybars and power-cutters, emptying their shotguns and automatics into the skitarii wedge. The dragoons were in motion instantly, striding over the heads of their human-sized allies, accelerating into a counter-charge with lances lowered. Davien saw the first connect, its huge iron feet sending insurgents flying even as the lance swept an arc through the crowd, charring and burning. Then an eye-rending beam of light seared into it. One of the mining crews had a rock laser set up on the rooftop across from Davien and they drew lines of molten steel across the dragoon’s chassis before striking something vital.
In an instant the walking machine flashed incandescently and exploded, laying waste to the nearest fighters in a horrible toll of shrapnel and shredded flesh. For everyone left standing, though, that was the signal to rush forwards. Moments later the skitarii were giving ground, shooting and falling back. Or just falling, dragged down by the crowd who saw them as nothing more than the tools of their oppressors.
And then Davien was off, roof to roof, eyes open for when the tech-priests’ more subtle instruments decided the higher reaches were their territory. There would be rangers up here sniping down at the crowd soon enough. There would be the murderous rust-stalkers trying to flank the Congregation to bring down its leaders with their blades and claws. She had to be ahead of all of that. She had work to do, a task entrusted to her by the magus herself.
She shadowed the forerunners of the mob until they exploded out before Nilhetum Square, where the rail depot was. More of the Palatium’s troops were disembarking even as everyone arrived, hurriedly evacuating the train and taking up position to defend it. And if the Congregation wished to reach the Palatium, they needed to control the train line, and they needed to take it swiftly before the tech-priests began destroying their own infrastructure to deny it to the rebels.
There were more than just skitarii out there. She saw the low, trundling shapes of Kataphron servitors grinding down ramps from flatbed carriages, armoured human head, torso and arms set into a mechanised assault vehicle that was also their lower body. Davien felt a flare of rage at the tech-priests and their meddling. They took the divine flesh and carved it and pared it down, merged it with their devices. Nothing could be left alone. Nothing had any value until it was incorporated into their machines. And, on a grander scale, no individual lives had worth unless they were components of the wider priestly engine that spanned the human universe and enslaved everything it touched to their cold metal vision.
The Kataphron were terrors, nigh invulnerable to the weapons the foot-soldiers of the Congregation had brought, but by now the rioters had been given the chance to bring in their own big guns. With a choking roar and a belch of smoke one of the big quarry trucks raced out of a side street, already up to its lumbering top speed. It was a heavily armoured Goliath model, its entire front given over to rock-grinding blades that would chew hungrily on skitarii machine-flesh or the armour of the Kataphron. And, in its wake, a flurry of robed figures bearing a banner showing that familiar many-armed figure. The Aunts and the Uncles had come out from their cellars and holes, from their forgotten wall-spaces where they had waited for generations. Even as the Goliath powered forwards, meeting the lead Kataphron head-on and making a jagged mess of its armour, the elders were leaping around and over it, brandishing knives, pistols, or just their own hooked talons. And there was more. Davien felt a voice in her head, then. A singing so pure and beautiful that she thought it must be the angels, come at last. All the Congregation must have heard it, from the way they redoubled their pace and closed joyously with the skitarii and the machines.
A great figure, head and shoulders over the rank and file, had come into the square – a Great-Aunt, one of the true elders, shrouded in streamers and rags of cloth that could not hide the divinity of her form. She sang, and the Congregation echoed her, voices upraised in prayer and praise. In one of her three hands was a banner, not the crude handmade things the crowd had spent last night creating but something ancient, preserved for this day over generations. It showed not the expected Imperial visage, but an emblem with that same long-jawed head and a trailing cog-backed body; a serpentine shape curled in upon itself, one end a hooked claw, the other hungering jaws ready to devour the tech-priests and all their works.
The skitarii turned their weapons on her, blasting away, but the banner had electrified the Congregation so that they were swarming the lines, clambering over the Kataphron, braving the massed fire of their foes. Davien saw explosives go off, mining charges devastating bodies on both sides. She saw brutal knots of knife-work and bayonets and the bludgeoning butts of carbines, no quarter given.

Never had an OBE before, but have been obsessively learning about them lately. Fear of the sleep paralysis realm is what really holds me back from trying. I tried for the first time last week and nothing.
Well last night, I was feeling especially tired and fearful at bedtime (bc of what I was reading before bed). This was def not a night I’d want to mess with AP. Just wanted to sleep. But low and behold I couldn’t sleep all night and couldn’t STOP myself from constantly getting pulled in. I had my first taste of OBE. I was laying on my stomach and was able to reach my invisible arm outside my body, like testing the waters. I pulled it right back in bc like I said, I wasn’t up for it. Question- is your astral body usually invisible? I imagined I would have been able to see something?
So anyway, after I shook that off, I closed my eyes and the visuals were popping off. I just learned about REBAL and was able to see what my mind was imagining. Question- how important is it for the visualization to specifically flow from your head to your feet? It felt more natural imagining I was in a purple egg shape energy field.
The visuals were pretty wild. It really was like I was projecting forward endlessly, with various portals and celestial unfoldings. There were even star streaks going past me at one point. It was really trippy and cool. It did start to turn red and foreboding, which I had to shake out of a few times. I really got no sleep due to all this. My question here is- are both things i experienced different forms of AP? The second thing was very cool and I will definitely keep exploring it. The OBE thing is so freaky, I don’t know if I want to even mess with it. Does anyone relate with this?
One more thing worth mentioning- the crazy visuals I mentioned, have happened before, just less intense. They are much more pronounced when I have a bad hangover.
Thanks for reading

So currently I’m on the longest streak I have ever had in my adult life. Previous best was 2 weeks. I attribute this to being totally fed up of my situation in life, not having confidence, feeling shame about myself etc., and I just don’t want to live like that anymore and I want to do something about it. So now just the thought of masturbating is totally anathema to me, and I am not tempted to make myself orgasm or come whatsoever. That said, I have had some difficult urges, which I have squashed by trying to be as aware of myself, my mood etc. as possible. I am gradually getting better at not peeking, although it still happens, and I still have some very sexualising thoughts about women which I am careful just to try and limit and not indulge in.
Here are the benefits I have experienced so far:

• less shame and an improved self esteem being around others
• much easier to make contact, to the point where it is actually almost enjoyable (almost)
• more consistent energy levels
• reduce pain in testes. I was developing a varicocele, and my epididymis (the duct that carries sperm from testes) was quite enflamed probably from years of misuse. Both are of much less concern to me now and seem to be improving. (I got both checked by a doctor to ensure there was nothing else more serious to worry about)
• a freeing up of healthy male self defending aggression. I used to take an awful lot of shit from people, particularly from members of my own family, and I was developing anger issues from not being able to defend myself properly. I now instinctively want to defend myself more, and find myself saying things that the old confrontation-avoidant me would have shied away from.
• more interested looks from the opposite sex. I am starting to feel more desirable around women and I am beginning to enjoy that flirtatious energy, which previously only used to make me feel very stressed and anxious.
• more motivated creatively. I am a musician and enjoy drawing, and have found myself much more motivated to spontaneously practise and start drawing recently.

Things it hasn’t helped with: - I have emotional regulation problems which run quite deep to childhood, but at least I’m not using PMO now to self regulate, like I have been since I was a child. This will take more work. - eyesight. I have floaters in my eyes which annoy me, and I was kind of hoping it would help reduce them, but nothing yet. - occasional headaches/migraines, possibly as a result of not having PMO as a mood stabilising crutch. Only indirectly related.
Goals for the next 30 days: - I would like to work out more this month, and see if it helps with urges and helps lift my self confidence in addition to nofap. - I am planning on doing some more intermittent fasts because I want to lose some more weight and I feel that will help keep me disciplined mentally. - I have some messed up self beliefs that I am worthless and unlovable, which I am going to continue to work on letting go of and shifting away from them. - it would be great if I meet someone I like and start dating, but I am in no hurry to. I am quite worried about the chaser effect after having sex again, but will have to deal with it when I get there.
Currently on track for 90 days a few days before my 33rd birthday. Let’s do this!

I've taken help, so please refrain from telling me to get help. I feel like I'm being watched and not by benevolent eyes. It feels like I'm awake in a dream and cant wake up.
No one understands what it's like

I recently started taking Strattera on 15/04 (35 days) and unfortunately haven't noticed any significant improvements. I've been on 40mg for 28 days without experiencing any benefits, but rather, I've noticed my social anxiety worsening a little bit and occasional eye pain. Now, I'm on the seventh day of taking one and a half of a 40mg pill (60mg total), and I'm feeling more depressed, experiencing negative thoughts, low mood, irritability, and zero patience.
I'm at a crossroads and considering discontinuing the medication because it's making me feel worse instead of better. However, I'm unsure about the possibility of suddenly experiencing positive effects or whether I should revert back to 40mg instead of 60mg. Should I give it more time on 60mg to see if the benefits kick in eventually? Additionally, if I decide to stop taking Strattera, what would be the best way to gradually discontinue the medication, considering I still have 20 pills left and would prefer not to purchase another box just for the purpose of discontinuation?
I lead a "healthy lifestyle" with good nutrition, regular exercise, and sufficient sleep. However, despite these efforts, I'm struggling with the medication.
I'm reaching out to see if anyone in the community has had a similar experience with Strattera or has any insights or advice to offer. Any guidance or shared experiences would be greatly appreciated. Thank you in advance for your help.

Hello Ladies and Gents, it’s been a while since I’ve been active in Rep-land but I am happy to be putting words back on print with a mini review for a mini bag! I have a few weddings to attend to this coming summer so I knew I would need a handy sidekick to spruce up my looks. Naturally, the purse closet had nothing to wear (y’all know what I mean) so I turned to social media to look for inspiration and found this mini beauty from Loewe! My sister was in the market for a Loewe Puzzle and she wanted to get one from Hyper Peter, so I tacked on asking about my Flamenco. Thank goodness for my handy rolodex of rep resources, HP had both bags we wanted in stock!! A little bit of a wait due to HP being on much needed vacation, but in the end, he delivered and happy to report both bags are stunning!
About the author: I am a Loewe Lover through and though. The Puzzle has my heart and I’ve convinced my sister to get one for herself. We frequent the Loewe store often and it’s been a bad habit of mine trying on their bags. I always wanted this mini Lambskin baby so when the situation presented itself, I decided to go for it and buy at the same time as my sister! Been a replady since OG RL days but stepped a way from Reddit for a bit to put a cap on my spending habits (it was going a bit overboard especially when I started buying 18K reps…)
PHOTO TIME!!
My photos ❤️
HP does not usually disclose factory or factory pics and I didn’t ask but I know he has amazing Loewe Puzzles. Example 1 / Example 2
NO PSPs Opted out because I am an old time buyer of his.
~Authentic on Loewe website~ And this review was helpful too for details and mod shots! Also Purseblog’s 60 second review.
Disclosure: I didn’t receive a discount or anything in exchange for this review
Seller: Hyper Peter
Whatsapp: +44-774-303-8638
Instagram: Hyperpeter7
Product: Loewe Flamenco Mini in Nappa Lambskin
Price: 1300 yuan plus 480 yuan (for shipping 2 bags) Fedex shipping no branded Loewe box total 1540 yuan or $213 usd
Paid by: Wise
Timeline:
⏳ Messaged Peter and paid on April 3
⏳ Confirmed with Peter that the bags are available April 3-4
⏳ Opted out of the PSPs because of the additional charge, Peter showed me pictures of the actual bag he sells and I figured it would be similar enough to it.
⏳ May 14 received the bags, worth the wait in my opinion!!
QUALITY:
1. THIS LEATHER IS BUTTERY!!! I can’t express how supple and luscious this lambskin is in words! It is incredibly soft, zero hint of dryness, thick yet malleable. It actually looks and feels very very close to the auth Loewe Flamenco I fondled at the store, buttery AF!
2. The pouch shape is correct, with correct stitching on the base of the bag and the top section that bunches up randomly in buttery folds (hence the name of the bag because the ruffles mimic a Flamenco dancer’s dress!) that look both elegant and casual at the same time. The opening of the pouch is cinched at the top with two leather knotted drawstring straps which can be used as the handles for this bag (as a low key clutch), but as a security feature, there’s also a magnetic closure that seals the opening of the bag, perfect for keeping your goodies in the bag!
3. This bag has not 1 but 2 straps! A beautiful “donut” ring strap with interwoven leather in alternate lacing and the second strap is an adjustable leather cinch strap that slides long and short depending on whether you want to use it as a shoulder bag or cross body!
4. The only other hardware of the bag is in the snap clasps which are nicely weighted and match the yellow gold tone of the donut chain. All function as needed.
ACCURACY:
1. Here are the dimensions of the auth Mini Flamenco: – Weight: 0.18 kg , Height : 17 cm ,Width : 23 cm , Depth : 5.5 cm. Admitedly I don’t have a scale so can’t weigh this bag myself but obviously for it’s size it’s very light. Here’s what I got for my measurements: Height : 17 cm, Width : 24 cm, Depth : 5 cm. I’d say this is a good match for the dimensions.
2. The first strap, the leather knotted version is removable and adjustable with a minimum length of 82 cm and max of 142 cm. The donut chain strap is 36 cm for mine.
3. The Donut strap gold tone is yellow, perhaps a touch more yellow than auth, but the luster and gloss is correct, it also is very dependent on lighting so I am not docking points off this because it’s verry hard to judge if you don’t have the auth next to it.
4. The shape, engravings and weight of the hardware are a good likeness for the auth. The snap hooks on the strap are the correct shape, have good functionality and are correctly branded with the Loewe logo.
5. Everything about the leather is just delicious. I can’t complain because I remember the auth being very similar in feel to the softness and density of this nappa lambskin. The burgundy shade is pretty much an exact match to the auth. The knotted drawstrings do not feel flimsy, the thickness and density are appreciated and even for a small bag, I don’t need to baby it.
6. The make/craftmanship of the bag is top notch. The suede lining is well lined, stitched well and no loose or faulty craftmanship anywhere. The pouch opening leather is well folded and stitched over.
7. I will deduct points for the thread being a shade too light compared to the auth. I am not too fussed about it but I did want to call that out for those who are concerned with the minute details. Taking one point off here.
8. Interior suede is thick, has good dense feeling and has a very nice texture. The interior datecode and logo match the auth well.
WFIMB:
Well this bag is teensy weensy, so other than my phone, a pack of issues, a cardholder, a compact and lipstick I am not really adding anything to it….I mean, what do you REALLY need at a wedding except for these few items?! A pack of gum or tictacs? Easy peasy, done deal. At any rate, whatever essentials you’d need for dressing up, this baby can handle it and that’s all you need in here anyways!
SATISFACTION:
I honestly didn’t expect to love this bag so much, but now I see any ladies love it and say it’s a good part of their collection. I was on the hunt for a small but practical bag, and with all the different ways this bag can be carried it’s quickly becoming a standout for any time I need a small elegant but functional bag for parties or nights out.
It’s my first burgundy colored bag (I was initially going to get the black) but I am glad I went for this pop of color. The burgundy is very deep, classy and understated in color but still pleasant to the eyes. I am not considering getting a puzzle in the dark burgundy as well just because this color is growing on me.
SELLER SATISFACTION:
Peter has always been one of my go to sellers. I know there have been many members who feel jilted that his communication has been few and far in between but I took the patient route and just waited for my bag to arrive (my order took over a month from start to finish, by the way). Perhaps it’s because I am a seasoned rep buyer and also a long time client of Peter’s so I was sure I would get my bag in the end. I find the best way to enjoy repping is to not stress over the small stuff and trust the process (and your gut of course). The mods here do an awesome job of guiding and advising when it comes to reviews and sellers so I knew that if I needed help, they’d have my back. But in all honesty, my bag arrived to me safely, my payment and ordering process were smooth sailing and the bag itself was certainly within my budget. For all these reasons and more, Peter will always have a top spot in my rep rolodex for reliable bags and service.
THE WRAP UP:
This bag is divine and being quite nonchalant about what others think or say, I would proudly wear this to any party or date night I go to. I would likely not flaunt it around my usual Loewe store (those SAs all recognize me) but I wouldn’t mind wearing it into a high end department store. My sister’s puzzle is absolutely accurate to the authentic though, I will help her write up a review for that one when I get a chance. I’d give Peter’s Loewe gold stars for the incredible value for the price!

Hello all,
I currently need some advice on how to go about this.
I’ve been dating this guy who I met on Hinge for a little more than a month and a half now. Things were going pretty well until his ex girlfriend was brought up. He had plans from a few months ago to see her for his birthday next week. He canceled the trip since he met me however, I came across her Twitter. She told me that they were still together when he was on Hinge back in March. She also told me that he’s been keeping in contact with him and even knew where he was this past weekend which was at his parents house. She told me he shared his location with her. When I asked him about it he said they ended months ago and told me he began sharing his location with her over a year ago and forgot to turn it off. She also knew about the dates we’ve gone on and said he posted a picture of us on his Instagram story one time. However, he told me he had deleted Instagram and no longer used it. When I brought this up to him he told me that what she said wasn’t true and she probably knew where he was cause again, he was still sharing his location with her. If you read through her tweets, all she talks about how he’s still begging for her to stay in his life. He claims everything she’s saying is a lie, she’s psycho, and bitter. He also claims that he doesn’t talk to her anymore and has her blocked on everything but for some reason, I don’t believe him. I refuse to believe she still tweets about him this much for no reason without them still being in contact. He tells me that this is her way of “sabotaging ” his new relationships or whatever. I feel like ever since this has been brought up, he’s been acting different towards me. He claims that he only has eyes for me and blah, blah, blah but this just makes me it difficult to believe that. I’m not sure what to do at this point, but if you were in my position what would you do? Believe her and leave him? Or believe him and look past this?

I've been fairly active on this sub for the past month and a half as I deal with a friend fallout. While there are other subs where your posts might get more traction, I feel like "lost a friend" still sums up best how I feel, and so this is the sub I keep returning to to collect my thoughts. I just want to thank everyone here for giving me, and others like me, a place to vent and figure out how to move on. It's been so long since I've lost a friend I cared this much about that I forgot how painful it is.
In my situation, though, I'm beginning to feel like I didn't so much lose a friend as I lost the idea of a friend. Looking back at our relationship, I was much more invested in keeping the friendship/conversations going than she was. In fact, I realize now that she usually only messaged me when she was at work. Presumably, when she was bored at work. I just didn't notice at the time, because we lived in different timezones.
The thing is, we used to work together on the same remote team. It's how we met. And we were great work buddies and stayed friends long after we both left that company. Well, I thought we were being friends. I think in her eyes, I am still just a work buddy. Someone you message when you're bored at work or need reassurance with your new job.
I know I'm needy, and anyone who acts like a friend is going to be my friend, if that makes sense. So maybe it's my own fault for getting hurt, like a Pokemon who "hurt itself in its confusion." This friend has since grown quite distant, and I haven't heard from her in over a month now, despite me expressing to her that I was hoping we could catch up on a video call. It's always tempting to write an angry or self-pitying message to her, but we work in a niche industry where we might need to be references/referrals for each other, so I know I should keep it professional. I just need to accept that we aren't friends anymore (if we ever were). We are only colleagues now.

I (21M, not diagnosed with anything) have this strong aversion towards the “almost perfect.”
One of the ways this manifests itself is in “good and bad” numbers. Some examples of good numbers in my mind are: 10, 27, 88, 642. Examples of bad numbers: 1, 34, 99, 554, 1,001. However, if say, 27 and 88 were in the same sentence/context, they would both be bad numbers. You’re probably very confused right now, so I’ll try to explain to the best of my ability. The number 1 is only good to me if it represents what I view as a “whole” number (I know the term whole number means something different in a mathematical context), which are 10, 100, 1,000, etc. The reason why 1 as in just the number 1 is bad to me is because it is too close to 0. Since 0 represents absolute nothingness, I view it as THE perfect number. 1 irks me because it’s so close to the perfect number, 0, but not quite there. This same reasoning applies to 101, 1,001, etc. as well anything involving the number 9 due to it being 1 off from 10. The other type of numbers that annoy me are numbers such as 34, or 554. Both of these numbers disturb me due to the fact that they contain numbers that are 1 off from each other. (3 and 4, 4 and 5) 554 also irritates me due to the fact it is 1 off from being a “perfect 3.” (555) When two numbers are in a sentence together, they must be vastly, or at least considerably (depending on the context) different from each other. I can’t handle numbers that end in numbers 1 off from each other (e.g. 27 and 88) being seen together.
So what problems does this cause me? If I need to go somewhere, say work, and my phone is on charge and it is at 71%, I will wait until it gets to 72% before I take it off charge and leave the house, even if it means I’m late to work. Something that constantly happens to me is I’ll look at the time on my phone, either intentionally or unintentionally, and it will be a “bad” number, now I have to constantly check the time over and over again to make sure I view it when it becomes a “good” number. This is because when I see a bad number I get this feeling like it has “dirtied” my eyes and I need to “cleanse” my eyes by looking at a good number.
Another issue is with comments on social media, I’m using TikTok as an example because that’s what I use the most but you can visualise Instagram instead if you are unfamiliar with TikTok. When there are a lot of replies to a comment it will display as “view [number] replies.” With TikTok it used to be that if you tapped it, it would show 3 more more replies, and so on, reducing the [number] by 3 each time. However this has recently changed to revealing 3 more replies the first time you tap, and then 8 more for each time after, which is causing me even more issues. Anyways, if it reads “view 392 replies” that is obviously a bad number, so I’ll tap it once and it will become “view 389 replies,” which is still a bad number so I keep tapping it until it becomes a good number. What complicates things further, though, is my need for all the numbers displayed on my screen to be harmonious with each other. So I will spend ridiculous amounts of time trying to make all these numbers perfect.
For a more real world example, if I’m putting a book on a table, I will intentionally avoid trying to place it parallel/perpendicular to the table’s edges. Now, if there were a way for me to guarantee I was placing this book at an exact 0°/90° angle, I would do so in a heartbeat. However, this is impossible, so what I instead do is I place it and very random angle (but NOT approximately 45°) to eliminate the chances of the book being, say, 1° off from being parallel to the edge of the table.
I also do some more, I guess… typical OCD things. I constantly recheck things are turned off/locked. A big, but stupid, thing for me is being convinced light switches will somehow turn themselves back on after I turn them off, so I have to make sure I press extra hard when turning lights off so they don’t magically turn themselves on. I do everything left to right, such as repeated clicking my fingers in a specific pattern (left pinky, right pinky, right ring, left ring, left middle, right middle, right pointer, left pointer, both thumbs at the same time), putting shoes on, and stepping on new surfaces. (e.g. carpet to wood, footpath to road) If I’m walking up/down stairs I will always take the first step with my left foot, if it so happens that the amount of stairs in the staircase forces me to step off with my right foot I will do a kind of shuffle to make sure I’m stepping onto the new floor with my left foot first. This causes other issues with the amount of time each foot makes contact with the floor, how hard I press each foot on the floor, etc. I spend a lot of time shuffling around in place trying to “even out” my feet. Don’t even get me started on cracks in the footpath, shadows, multi-coloured tiles, etc.
But what happens if I don’t meet these conditions my brain has imposed upon me? I don’t feel as if I will die as result of this, but I feel anxiety over the thought of dying for some other reason and leaving behind unfixed numbers, misplaced books, a foot that touched the ground more than the other, whatever. I could die at any moment—this is a fact—I could get in a car accident, have an aneurysm, or be murdered. If that happens there won’t be a chance to fix all those things.
I’m pretty damn sure I have OCD, I just have some… oddly specific obsessions, and probably some other stuff mixed in. I just don’t want to tell a doctor all this and have them look at me crazy because they don’t understand what I’m talking about. Plus I’m way worse at explaining these things in real life.