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This sexy set has included top, pants, skirt and hat. It comes in 16 colors [including fatpack] and fitted to Maitreya and Petite, Flat Chest, Legacy and Perky, ebody Reborn AND JUICY Boobs!
This set is exclusive to Anthem Event
This event runs from July 03 till July 30
And will be available at UNA. Main store after the event
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SAXO - Dirty Body V2 Unisex (Tintable)
This amazing set is bom and fullbody, has dark and soft versions included and you can use them both together to create a darker version too.
This set is exclusive to LEVEL Event
This event runs from July 01 till July 25
And will be available at SAXO Main store after the event
skin [Heaux] Hanna - Dark Brows - Icy *VE @ N21
sweater Lunar - Baby Redux Sweater @ Store
top Lunar - Kini Bikini Top Summer of '22 @ Store (eBody + Colour Update)
undies Vincue / Mely Undie @ Store (eBody Update)
garters CryBunBun - Heartacle Garters @ Store
pose - sc - lennox @ The Warehouse Sale
[Heaux] EvoX Essentials - Nosey Blush
(Enfer Sombre*) Ebody Skin - Porcelain
[Eternus] Rectangle backdrop (White Burgundy)
Courtney Barnett - I’m Not Your Mother, I’m Not Your Bitch
Outfit: *B.D.R* - KiuKiu Outfit @ InWorld
Glasses: Dish. - Glasses on Rope - Exclusive! @ Harajuku
Outfit: Amataria - Lana Set [Fatpack] @ InWorld
Dogs: [Rezz Room] - Great Dane Adult ~Animesh @ InWorld
Pose: PosEd - Real Friends Bento Pose @ InWorld / MP
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Blog:https://myslphotocreations.blogspot.com/2021/02/861.html
Basic Bitch - EC Twins & ODA LOVES YOU
NOX. Deadly Sins [Lust OMEGA] (full face)
~Shiny Stuffs~ Black & White CATWA Applier Set (lashes)
.euphoric ~Hope Eyes Applier ~[Catwa]
E.BEAUTY - KYLIE SKIN CATWA [CARAMEL]
E.BEAUTY - BODY SKIN APPLIERS ALL TONES // MAITREYA [CARAMEL]
LA VIE - Glitter Mailtreya SPARKEL ( Gold & Silver )
Cynful Mina Piercings - Collarbone - Maitreya Lara
Dirty Secrets - (CANDY) Right Nipple Barbell Piercing
Dirty Secrets - (CANDY) Left Nipple Barbell Piercing
Moon Elixir - Commander - Maitreya - Top
Moon Elixir - Commander - Maitreya - Thong
Moon Elixir - Commander - Maitreya - Skirt
Moon Elixir - Commander - Maitreya - Gloves
Moon Elixir - Commander - Maitreya - Boots
Shortly after this was taken I gave a Hell's Angel a Dirty Sanchez at a motel in Vegas! Best Summer Ever!!
My Sexy Slut Kea dancing for her Master on date night.
☑DIRTY PRINCESS- Officer Dirty Princess > EPIPHANY Gacha Police Costume
☑DIRTY PRINCESS- Witch Bitch Princess > EPIPHANY Gacha
Thank you with Photo together My friends ICHICA
☑DIRTY PRINCESS- Officer Dirty Princess > EPIPHANY Gacha Police Costume
☑DIRTY PRINCESS- Witch Bitch Princess > EPIPHANY Gacha
"You know you love it when we “oh oh oh”
I want it dirty, with the lights on, filthy, vile, and obscene
I wanna show you what a bitch I can be"
You won't be kissing me unless you kill for me
Look her straight in the eye and she starts to float obove the leaves!
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Director Tom Holland killed me after few minutes in a first movie
A film about my human life would make Chucky’s saga very groovy
Charles Lee Ray deserves a chance like Joker got in Hollywood
Maybe one day my biographical script will resurrect in Bollywood
Don Mancini in a screenplay Child's Play didn’t have enough balls
My life is much more than the gory story about crappy doll
* A plot one year before Charles (Chucky) was shot by policeman...
Little old me had a great life in Nevada in a city Reno
I worked in Italian nightclub & Casino as a bouncer
I had free booze, food and I watched sexy striptease dancers
Finally I had a dream job, it was simply the best
She was the most desirable pussy for rent
Miss harlot never charged me a single cent
Stories were circulating that one rich businessman from China
Was crazy about her vagina, in the end he impoverished
Because Charlotte was a greedy bitch
Many customers often waited in a line
She chose always wealth one like Richie Rich
Who can pay her a fortune and buy her expensive wine
This life sounds too good to be true…
One night I become totally insane out of the blue
I had hectoliters of whiskey in my blood
Holy fuck I forgot I also smoked a lot of crack
Personally I don’t remember a shit, but according to witnesses
I was pissed off because D.J. played Madonna’s hit Papa don’t preach
Chucky shouted to cloddish D.J. Stop! Give me that stupid cassette
I will cut it like a peach, I'm gonna teach you a lesson
I hate pop music! Cut the crap, stop with boring music, are you handicap?
My life is Rock 'n' Roll it is a balm for my soul
Bouncer smashed music equipment Pioneer
In a mass fight lunatic bouncer also broke few noses,
Chucky become madman with red face like roses
I lost my dream job, I don’t blame drugs or booze
Soon or later I knew I will fucked up and loose
Chucky was like stranded fish in a tidal pool,
Goddammit, everyone left me stranded including Charlotte
I knew I couldn't trust that dirty harlot
Thanks to the Miranda Rights I got clumsy free lawyer
He looked in the police station like lousy Tom Sawyer
In short I failed and I have been jailed
P.s. Bouncer Chucky recommend you a 2 cool songs: Iron Maiden - Charlotte The Harlot, Megadeth - Crush 'Em.
* This scene was shot inside abandoned nightclub that was part of Casino in city Zadar. It was burned in accident long time ago.
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I finally came unhinged in the dentist's office -- one of those ritzy pediatric practices tricked out with comic books, DVDs and arcade games -- where I'd taken my 3-year-old daughter for her first exam. Until then, I'd held my tongue. I'd smiled politely every time the supermarket-checkout clerk greeted her with ''Hi, Princess''; ignored the waitress at our local breakfast joint who called the funny-face pancakes she ordered her ''princess meal''; made no comment when the lady at Longs Drugs said, ''I bet I know your favorite color'' and handed her a pink balloon rather than letting her choose for herself. Maybe it was the dentist's Betty Boop inflection that got to me, but when she pointed to the exam chair and said, ''Would you like to sit in my special princess throne so I can sparkle your teeth?'' I lost it.
''Oh, for God's sake,'' I snapped. ''Do you have a princess drill, too?''
She stared at me as if I were an evil stepmother.
''Come on!'' I continued, my voice rising. ''It's 2006, not 1950. This is Berkeley, Calif. Does every little girl really have to be a princess?''
My daughter, who was reaching for a Cinderella sticker, looked back and forth between us. ''Why are you so mad, Mama?'' she asked. ''What's wrong with princesses?''
Diana may be dead and Masako disgraced, but here in America, we are in the midst of a royal moment. To call princesses a ''trend'' among girls is like calling Harry Potter a book. Sales at Disney Consumer Products, which started the craze six years ago by packaging nine of its female characters under one royal rubric, have shot up to $3 billion, globally, this year, from $300 million in 2001. There are now more than 25,000 Disney Princess items. ''Princess,'' as some Disney execs call it, is not only the fastest-growing brand the company has ever created; they say it is on its way to becoming the largest girls' franchise on the planet.
Meanwhile in 2001, Mattel brought out its own ''world of girl'' line of princess Barbie dolls, DVDs, toys, clothing, home décor and myriad other products. At a time when Barbie sales were declining domestically, they became instant best sellers. Shortly before that, Mary Drolet, a Chicago-area mother and former Claire's and Montgomery Ward executive, opened Club Libby Lu, now a chain of mall stores based largely in the suburbs in which girls ages 4 to 12 can shop for ''Princess Phones'' covered in faux fur and attend ''Princess-Makeover Birthday Parties.'' Saks bought Club Libby Lu in 2003 for $12 million and has since expanded it to 87 outlets; by 2005, with only scant local advertising, revenues hovered around the $46 million mark, a 53 percent jump from the previous year. Pink, it seems, is the new gold.
Even Dora the Explorer, the intrepid, dirty-kneed adventurer, has ascended to the throne: in 2004, after a two-part episode in which she turns into a ''true princess,'' the Nickelodeon and Viacom consumer-products division released a satin-gowned ''Magic Hair Fairytale Dora,'' with hair that grows or shortens when her crown is touched. Among other phrases the bilingual doll utters: ''Vámonos! Let's go to fairy-tale land!'' and ''Will you brush my hair?''
As a feminist mother -- not to mention a nostalgic product of the Grranimals era -- I have been taken by surprise by the princess craze and the girlie-girl culture that has risen around it. What happened to William wanting a doll and not dressing your cat in an apron? Whither Marlo Thomas? I watch my fellow mothers, women who once swore they'd never be dependent on a man, smile indulgently at daughters who warble ''So This Is Love'' or insist on being called Snow White. I wonder if they'd concede so readily to sons who begged for combat fatigues and mock AK-47s.
More to the point, when my own girl makes her daily beeline for the dress-up corner of her preschool classroom -- something I'm convinced she does largely to torture me -- I worry about what playing Little Mermaid is teaching her. I've spent much of my career writing about experiences that undermine girls' well-being, warning parents that a preoccupation with body and beauty (encouraged by films, TV, magazines and, yes, toys) is perilous to their daughters' mental and physical health. Am I now supposed to shrug and forget all that? If trafficking in stereotypes doesn't matter at 3, when does it matter? At 6? Eight? Thirteen?
On the other hand, maybe I'm still surfing a washed-out second wave of feminism in a third-wave world. Maybe princesses are in fact a sign of progress, an indication that girls can embrace their predilection for pink without compromising strength or ambition; that, at long last, they can ''have it all.'' Or maybe it is even less complex than that: to mangle Freud, maybe a princess is sometimes just a princess. And, as my daughter wants to know, what's wrong with that?
The rise of the Disney princesses reads like a fairy tale itself, with Andy Mooney, a former Nike executive, playing the part of prince, riding into the company on a metaphoric white horse in January 2000 to save a consumer-products division whose sales were dropping by as much as 30 percent a year. Both overstretched and underfocused, the division had triggered price wars by granting multiple licenses for core products (say, Winnie-the-Pooh undies) while ignoring the potential of new media. What's more, Disney films like ''A Bug's Life'' in 1998 had yielded few merchandising opportunities -- what child wants to snuggle up with an ant?
It was about a month after Mooney's arrival that the magic struck. That's when he flew to Phoenix to check out his first ''Disney on Ice'' show. ''Standing in line in the arena, I was surrounded by little girls dressed head to toe as princesses,'' he told me last summer in his palatial office, then located in Burbank, and speaking in a rolling Scottish burr. ''They weren't even Disney products. They were generic princess products they'd appended to a Halloween costume. And the light bulb went off. Clearly there was latent demand here. So the next morning I said to my team, 'O.K., let's establish standards and a color palette and talk to licensees and get as much product out there as we possibly can that allows these girls to do what they're doing anyway: projecting themselves into the characters from the classic movies.' ''
Mooney picked a mix of old and new heroines to wear the Pantone pink No. 241 corona: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Mulan and Pocahontas. It was the first time Disney marketed characters separately from a film's release, let alone lumped together those from different stories. To ensure the sanctity of what Mooney called their individual ''mythologies,'' the princesses never make eye contact when they're grouped: each stares off in a slightly different direction as if unaware of the others' presence.
It is also worth noting that not all of the ladies are of royal extraction. Part of the genius of ''Princess'' is that its meaning is so broadly constructed that it actually has no meaning. Even Tinker Bell was originally a Princess, though her reign didn't last. ''We'd always debate over whether she was really a part of the Princess mythology,'' Mooney recalled. ''She really wasn't.'' Likewise, Mulan and Pocahontas, arguably the most resourceful of the bunch, are rarely depicted on Princess merchandise, though for a different reason. Their rustic garb has less bling potential than that of old-school heroines like Sleeping Beauty. (When Mulan does appear, she is typically in the kimonolike hanfu, which makes her miserable in the movie, rather than her liberated warrior's gear.)
The first Princess items, released with no marketing plan, no focus groups, no advertising, sold as if blessed by a fairy godmother. To this day, Disney conducts little market research on the Princess line, relying instead on the power of its legacy among mothers as well as the instant-read sales barometer of the theme parks and Disney Stores. ''We simply gave girls what they wanted,'' Mooney said of the line's success, ''although I don't think any of us grasped how much they wanted this. I wish I could sit here and take credit for having some grand scheme to develop this, but all we did was envision a little girl's room and think about how she could live out the princess fantasy. The counsel we gave to licensees was: What type of bedding would a princess want to sleep in? What kind of alarm clock would a princess want to wake up to? What type of television would a princess like to see? It's a rare case where you find a girl who has every aspect of her room bedecked in Princess, but if she ends up with three or four of these items, well, then you have a very healthy business.''
Every reporter Mooney talks to asks some version of my next question: Aren't the Princesses, who are interested only in clothes, jewelry and cadging the handsome prince, somewhat retrograde role models?
''Look,'' he said, ''I have friends whose son went through the Power Rangers phase who castigated themselves over what they must've done wrong. Then they talked to other parents whose kids had gone through it. The boy passes through. The girl passes through. I see girls expanding their imagination through visualizing themselves as princesses, and then they pass through that phase and end up becoming lawyers, doctors, mothers or princesses, whatever the case may be.''
Mooney has a point: There are no studies proving that playing princess directly damages girls' self-esteem or dampens other aspirations. On the other hand, there is evidence that young women who hold the most conventionally feminine beliefs -- who avoid conflict and think they should be perpetually nice and pretty -- are more likely to be depressed than others and less likely to use contraception. What's more, the 23 percent decline in girls' participation in sports and other vigorous activity between middle and high school has been linked to their sense that athletics is unfeminine. And in a survey released last October by Girls Inc., school-age girls overwhelmingly reported a paralyzing pressure to be ''perfect'': not only to get straight A's and be the student-body president, editor of the newspaper and captain of the swim team but also to be ''kind and caring,'' ''please everyone, be very thin and dress right.'' Give those girls a pumpkin and a glass slipper and they'd be in business.
At the grocery store one day, my daughter noticed a little girl sporting a Cinderella backpack. ''There's that princess you don't like, Mama!'' she shouted.
''Um, yeah,'' I said, trying not to meet the other mother's hostile gaze.
''Don't you like her blue dress, Mama?''
She thought about this. ''Then don't you like her face?''
''Her face is all right,'' I said, noncommittally, though I'm not thrilled to have my Japanese-Jewish child in thrall to those Aryan features. (And what the heck are those blue things covering her ears?) ''It's just, honey, Cinderella doesn't really do anything.''
Over the next 45 minutes, we ran through that conversation, verbatim, approximately 37 million times, as my daughter pointed out Disney Princess Band-Aids, Disney Princess paper cups, Disney Princess lip balm, Disney Princess pens, Disney Princess crayons and Disney Princess notebooks -- all cleverly displayed at the eye level of a 3-year-old trapped in a shopping cart -- as well as a bouquet of Disney Princess balloons bobbing over the checkout line. The repetition was excessive, even for a preschooler. What was it about my answers that confounded her? What if, instead of realizing: Aha! Cinderella is a symbol of the patriarchal oppression of all women, another example of corporate mind control and power-to-the-people! my 3-year-old was thinking, Mommy doesn't want me to be a girl?
According to theories of gender constancy, until they're about 6 or 7, children don't realize that the sex they were born with is immutable. They believe that they have a choice: they can grow up to be either a mommy or a daddy. Some psychologists say that until permanency sets in kids embrace whatever stereotypes our culture presents, whether it's piling on the most spangles or attacking one another with light sabers. What better way to assure that they'll always remain themselves? If that's the case, score one for Mooney. By not buying the Princess Pull-Ups, I may be inadvertently communicating that being female (to the extent that my daughter is able to understand it) is a bad thing.
Anyway, you have to give girls some credit. It's true that, according to Mattel, one of the most popular games young girls play is ''bride,'' but Disney found that a groom or prince is incidental to that fantasy, a regrettable necessity at best. Although they keep him around for the climactic kiss, he is otherwise relegated to the bottom of the toy box, which is why you don't see him prominently displayed in stores.
What's more, just because they wear the tulle doesn't mean they've drunk the Kool-Aid. Plenty of girls stray from the script, say, by playing basketball in their finery, or casting themselves as the powerful evil stepsister bossing around the sniveling Cinderella. I recall a headline-grabbing 2005 British study that revealed that girls enjoy torturing, decapitating and microwaving their Barbies nearly as much as they like to dress them up for dates. There is spice along with that sugar after all, though why this was news is beyond me: anyone who ever played with the doll knows there's nothing more satisfying than hackin
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