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Looks Like they have already started to roll out the digial ID system early. I am not able to access My google based emails and X/Twitter anymore without giving them my phone number and other things. So if you don't see anymore updates there. That is why. That is something I refuse to do. As this is just the first step of the digital ID system. Just remember I warmed everyone about the censorship and the shutting of accounts on social media way back in 2011/12 and boy was I right. Look at what people in the UK and other countries have right now. So heed my warning. Sign up to the digital ID or not. That is your choice. Just don't ever say you weren't warned.

In the quiet town of Firenze, where cobblestone streets whispered with history, lived an 18-year-old Italian woman named Georgina. She was a vision of soft beauty, her skin like creamy alabaster, her hair a waterfall of darkest chestnut, and her eyes the hue of olive leaves after rain. Her figure was as slim as a willow, her breasts small but perfectly formed, as if sculpted by an artist’s touch.

Georgina worked in an office, a life confined to desks, ledgers, and fluorescent lights. She was shy; her voice barely audible, her hands always hidden in the folds of her skirts....more>

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Looks Like they have already started to roll out the digial ID system early. I am not able to access My google based emails and X/Twitter anymore without giving them my phone number and other things. So if you don't see anymore updates there. That is why. That is something I refuse to do. As this is just the first step of the digital ID system. Just remember I warmed everyone about the censorship and the shutting of accounts on social media way back in 2011/12 and boy was I right. Look at what people in the UK and other countries have right now. So heed my warning. Sign up to the digital ID or not. That is your choice. Just don't ever say you weren't warned.

In the sun-kissed ports of Seville, where the scent of orange blossoms perfumed the air and the river Guadalquivir flowed like liquid silver, a legend was born, one that would shake the very foundations of the Spanish monarchy. Her name was Alejandra, daughter of Don Diego de la Cruz, the most skilled swordsman in all of Castile and personal bodyguard to King Philip IV.

The shilouette of The Dragon on the horizon, froze blood in veins. Alejandra’s most daring heist was the capture of a fat and slow Spanish galleon laden with gold, silver, and treasures from the Incas. The crew had never seen a woman fight like she did, her sword blurring through air, her feet dancing across planks slippery with blood. Her bare breasts swinging and bouncing with each move. By sunset, the ship was hers, and so was its cargo....more>