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I’ve hesitated to write this because it feels surreal, but with the recent resurgence of the maxwellhill discussions, I can’t shake a few personal memories. In 2010, when I was younger, I was in New Hampshire with my grandmother, who was battling cancer at the time. Through circumstances I won’t go into here, we briefly met Ghislaine Maxwell in a public area, while she was taking pictures with some people. She was unexpectedly warm, hugged my grandmother after a brief convo about cancer, and even commented positively on my alternative style. At the time, it felt like a small, human moment with a celebrity, nothing more. In 2015, years later, I saw her again from a distance at a TerraMar-related presentation. I was there with my ex. We didn’t speak to her, but I clearly remember recognizing her and feeling that odd sense of familiarity. Later on i realised that this was indeed THE Ghislaine we met all the way back then. Then in 2020, I joined Reddit. On an old account, I ended up in a ...

Yo reddit, pure chaos incoming. My bestie (25) has been drooling over dwarf dick for years: “I need to get railed by a little person, it’s my nastiest fantasy”. We laughed, until her bday — she gets wasted and begs: “Find me a dwarf escort or we’re not friends”. We did. Pro gigolo, 4'5", cocky as fuck, great reviews. Hotel room, we bounce, leave them to it for 3 hours. She comes back limping, grinning like she won the lottery: “Best dick ever. He rearranged my guts. 12/10”. Two weeks later — 3am meltdown text: “I’m late. Tits exploding, puking. We raw-dogged… he said little guys shoot blanks lol”. Tests: double lines. Gyno: preggo af. Now she’s spiraling: “50% chance the kid’s a dwarf too! How do I explain my son’s 4'2" at prom? I’ll look like I’m babysitting my own baby!!” Then 10 sec later: “But imagine… tiny toes, tiny hands, I could stuff him in my purse. Cute as fuck tho 👶🍆” She’s waiting on genetic test like it’s a lottery ticket. Options: abort or raise the ...

James and I both started working at Keystone Data Analytics in 2019, right before the pandemic. We were pretty good friends. Every Friday, we went out for drinks with a few of the other software engineers. But like most tech companies, Keystone went fully remote in 2020, and James and I lost touch. James always kept his camera off in meetings. For four years, I didn’t see his face. Then one morning, he turned his camera on by mistake. What I saw was so horrible, I’ll never forget it. “Does anyone have any blocks?” Aisha asked, during our morning standup. “The time-series graphs don’t look right,” James said. “I think there’s something going on with the date logs.” I was the one who’d written the logging code, so I told James I’d look into it. Keystone developed data analytics platforms for government organizations. We’d recently signed a billion-dollar contract to build a new platform for a CIA research project. Everything about the project was very hush-hush. We were all forced to ob...

I've worked as a bank teller for about three years now and I've had some wild interactions but this one from last week takes the cake. Guy walks in around 2pm on a Tuesday. No appointment, no phone call ahead, nothing. He walks straight up to my window and says he needs to withdraw $10,000 in cash. Right now. I smile and ask if he called ahead to arrange the withdrawal. He looks at me like I just asked him to solve a calculus problem. "Why would I need to call ahead? It's my money." I explain, as politely as possible, that we're a smaller branch and we don't keep that much cash in our drawers or even in the vault most days. For large cash withdrawals, we ask customers to give us 24-48 hours notice so we can make sure we have the funds available. Standard banking stuff. Every bank does this. He is not having it. "So you're telling me I can't access my money that I deposited in your bank?" I try to explain that he absolutely can access his...

It’s easy to forget how intense experimental flying was in the 1960s. The U.S. was trying to understand what happened to big aircraft at the edge of Mach 3 (three times the speed of sound), testing new materials that glowed from heat and shapes that seemed too sharp to be real. Sitting right in the middle of that race was the XB-70 Valkyrie, a six-engine research bomber that climbed like a rocket and flew faster than anything of its size had ever done. On April 30, 1966, one of those test flights turned into a problem no engineer had imagined. Test pilot Al White and USAF Col. Joe Cotton took off from Edwards Air Force Base on a mission meant to push the Valkyrie to Mach 3 for half an hour. But just after lifting off, they noticed the landing gear wasn’t behaving normally. A short-circuit froze the nose gear halfway into the compartment, and because the gear was jammed against the door, the tires were shredded. When the pilots tried lowering the gear again, the hydraulic system wouldn...

Tw: not kid friendly story. So if ur under 18, don’t read this. Perhaps this story is for those men out there who struggle with lust and are, or aspire to be a dad/husband. Growing up being the eldest daughter, I was soo close with my dad, I viewed him as the perfect man, and that he has no flaws. Little by little that perfect image started to fade away, but as I grew older, I realized that not everyone is perfect, and even our parents are human too. But his red flags become clearer and clearer as time moved on: putting all the responsibility of raising me and my siblings on my mom, being emotionally unavailable, and so much more. when I was 15, while I was on my dad’s phone, I decided to check his YouTube history cause I was curious, aside from endless videos of politics, I saw a sexual video of a girl, my heart sank. Idk why but I litteraly began trembling, like I was not supposed to find this out. From that day, I never looked at him the same way again. This man, the same “religiou...