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ATTACK ON TITAN: MORE THAN AN ANIME.

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  Photocredit: Pinterest. Hey, Movie Lover! It's been a while in this genre. Mara's Classic Movie Collection (which I began with the year) has suffered minimum published reviews and heaps of uncredited movies. These days, I just rant about my latest watched(s) on my status updates. So far, the movie industry has been thriving and enjoying good reviews, and frankly, I've been more thrilled than disappointed by 2025's catalogue of culture shifting releases. Photocredit: Game Rant. It's not too late to make an epic comeback with an epic series that is too golden to be simply ranted on. It isn't relatively new but hey, classics are always new. On that note, I give you... ATTACK ON TITAN (前進する巨人) This is an anime written and illustrated by Hajime Isayama. What started as a silent manga with blade wielding comic characters soon became a voiced, dubbed and subbed anime. The real name sans interpretation is Shingeki No Kyojin which means literally, The Advancing Giant. ...

FIRST NIGHT OF FOREVER ❤‍🔥❤‍🔥❤‍🔥

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Special thanks to Dami Joshua and an anonymous friend for sponsoring this dream. I appreciate.   _Morning; February 16_ "3, 2, 1...," she counted gently with her eyes closed. Then she let out a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, Christy. Don't you like it?" a pretty podgy woman with rosy cheeks and a matronly look about her asked. She was dressed in a royal purple suit; an attire befitting the mother of the bride. Christina studied her stone studded wedding dress with a lacey bodice and feathery skirt. The shoulder straps were creamy and held her delicately. The area around her waist was as tight as her lungs. Still, they made her very comely. "If you want, we can change it right away..." "Oh, mumkin. It's beautiful! It's just... I can't breathe," Christina said with a chuckle. "I understand, dear," her mother said and stroke the skirt of the wedding dress. " I felt the same way on my day. I was...

Photogenik

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A mina stood, like a statue, staring at the yellow wall of PhotoGenik studio. She had just been turned out of that building. Amina turned her gaze to the sky. It was as gloomy as her face. The cheerful sun had been hidden behind a humongous cloud. Amina wondered how long the cloud would take to clear off the sun's path. Minutes, hours, never? Ding-ding! Amina looked at her phone. Her message read, "Freelance for photogra..." Amina grunted in frustration. She was in the action of swiping away the message when another one came in. It was from her mother, "Come home. We'll try again." "She knows," Amina muttered. It was because of her mother she was in front of the studio anyway. Her father had absconed to Europe with his mistress. Her mother had been diagnosed with a scary disease... Amina hated to recall its name. 'Twas up to her to find bread for what was left of the family. She had decided to go with her passion, photography. As crazy as it se...