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She did as I said.
It wasn t a signal nor did I paint the shorts Just a limited edition collection that wasn t crowded yet and the price didn t match what it showed . That s it.
0.42 ← 0.65 ETH
$1142 ← $1769
55% growth
0.23 ETH profit
$654 on the table
I still have a good feeling about him He can surprise us again.
@lphaCentauriKid
opensea.io/collection/argona…
Let s move on to the next signal.
Which collection of signals do you want me to analyze and review next?
Argonauts is at a sensitive point.
@lphaCentauriKid
Minted at 0.12 ETH a month ago sold out in minutes. Fully on chain no roadmap no utility Floor is 0.45–0.48 ETH volume has cleared $16M unique holders are still 24% and listings are under 9%.
It has done what it was supposed to do Nothing is broken The next move is up or down and if it takes out a new high there is still room to run.
10k supply Nine Aliens Pure art That combination has mattered before.
One of the few collections still worth watching as an investment not a flip.
opensea.io/collection/argona…
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Sence Ebu Leheb'i hakikate karşı bu kadar kör eden neydi? 👇
Peygamberimizin düşmanları arasında Kur'an'da adıyla anılan tek kişi... Üstelik bir yabancı değil, kendi öz amcası: Ebu Leheb.
Peygamberimiz Safa tepesinde Kureyş'i tek Allah'a davet ettiğinde Ebu Leheb ayağa kalkıp bağırdı: "Tebben lek! Bizi bunun için mi topladın?" Cevap, onun kendi sözüyle başlayan bir sureyle geldi: "Tebbet yedâ ebî lehebin ve tebb" – Ebu Leheb'in iki eli kurusun, kurudu da! (Tebbet/Mesed Suresi, 1-2)
Bedir'e gitmedi, yerine başkasını gönderdi. Yenilgi haberinden kısa süre sonra bulaşıcı bir hastalığa yakalandı ve rivayete göre ailesinin bile yaklaşmaya korktuğu bir yalnızlık içinde öldü.
📌 Kur'an'dan Kıssalar serisinin yeni bölümü. Kaçırmamak için abone ol, beğen ve cevabını yorumlara yaz.
#EbuLeheb #TebbetSuresi #KurandanKıssalar #SiyerİNebi #Safa #Bedir #İslamTarihi #Shorts
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🚨 Paulo Dybala reportedly cancels his singer wife Oriana Sabatini’s music video shoot after she asked for his permission to film intimate scenes with male models:
“If you make that video, I’ll pack my bags and leave that day.”
The Argentine footballer reportedly took issue with the idea of his wife getting intimate with other men on camera and made it clear that he wasn’t comfortable with it. Oriana had reportedly sought his permission before going ahead with the shoot, but Dybala was not having it.
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My phone screen keeps developing these strange patterns, even after cleaning it several times. Is this normal or is something happening to the glass?
Hey @grok, what's the reason behind this it's happening?
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One thing I’ve learned from following onchain activity is that a wallet’s actions can be more interesting than its public reputation.
Someone might have thousands of followers but make poor trading decisions. Another wallet might quietly demonstrate consistent activity.
Hypesium brings wallet tracking and optional copy trading into its Telegram experience.
This gives users another way to observe market participants and decide whether their activity deserves attention.
But there’s an important distinction: following a wallet shouldn’t mean switching off your own judgment.
Different entry prices, liquidity conditions and execution timing can produce completely different outcomes.
I see wallet intelligence as an additional research tool, not a shortcut to guaranteed profits.
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DOWN 14 AT HALFTIME. SPURS, WAKE UP!
Chicago has the momentum, and Spurs needs a serious tactical reset.
The priority is containing dribble penetration without overcommitting help, protecting the defensive glass and forcing tougher shots.
Offensively, Fox and Castle must create paint touches, move the defense and avoid settling for rushed jumpers.
Mitch needs better defensive communication and sharper rotations. Fourteen points is recoverable. Another half without adjustments isn’t.
#GoSpursGo #PorVida #SASvsCHI
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**The Rent Was Never the Problem**
I'd lived with my roommate for two years, and we had a system. She cooked on Sundays, I cleaned on Saturdays, and we never touched each other's shelf in the fridge.
Then one Thursday, I came home to find the apartment spotless. Too spotless. The dishes were put away, the floor was shining, and a plate of cookies sat on the counter with a sticky note: *Sit down. We need to talk.*
My stomach dropped. In two years, she had never cleaned on my day.
She came out of her room holding a suitcase.
"I got the job," she said. "The one overseas. I fly out Sunday."
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Reckon most AI agents would struggle if you checked whether they actually improve at your work over a month
OpenClaw, Hermes Agent and Prime Agent don't meaningfully learn from experience.
On Continual-ARC, our new benchmark at @letsunifyai, none of them were able to memorize anything of value and none were able to generalize to new tasks. Training a small 9B model's weights did both.
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I Fuck My Stepdad in the Back of His Truck
His cock was already hard when I climbed into the back seat of his truck, thick and heavy against the dark jeans he hadn’t fully unbuttoned. We were parked in the empty lot behind the closed warehouse, no cameras, just the hum of the engine and the dark windows fogging up. The second I locked the door he grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap, and had his mouth on mine while one hand slid straight under my skirt to grip my bare ass. I gasped into the kiss as his fingers found me wet and ready, two of them pushing inside me without warning while he ground his cock against me.
“You came fast,” my stepdad said against my mouth, voice rough.
“You told me to meet you here.”
He pulled his fingers out, spun me around so I was facing the front seats, and shoved my skirt up around my waist. He dragged my panties down my thighs and left them bunched at my knees. One hand fisted in my hair, the other spread me open from behind right there in the cramped back seat.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, breath hot against my neck. “Now.”
I went. The leather seat was cool under my palms as I braced myself. Behind me I heard his zipper and the rustle of his jeans. Then his hands gripped my hips hard, and the thick head of my stepdad’s cock dragged through my folds once before he pushed in deep, one long, relentless thrust that filled me completely in the tight space of the truck.
