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In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

Though Maks Chmerkovskiy’s Traitors career was short-lived, he has plenty of stories to tell. Who played the biggest role in his demise?! Would he ever step foot in that castle again? Plus, Maks’ Dancing With the Stars opinions have been in the news lately… Hear what he has to say about the latest drama.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

In a stunning new legal twist, Danity Kane alum Dawn Richard is taking on Sean “Diddy” Combs once again — and this time, the allegations reach all the way inside a federal prison. According to newly filed court documents on November 5, 2025, Richard's attorneys claim that Diddy tampered with a key witness in her civil case while incarcerated. The alleged incident, said to have occurred in September 2024, underscores what prosecutors have long warned: that Combs' influence and intimidation didn't stop at conviction. Her legal team wrote that “there is no indication that Combs' ability or willingness to act on his threats ever ceased,” arguing that even from behind bars, the Bad Boy mogul continued to manipulate the narrative and maintain control. Prosecutors in Diddy's federal case echoed similar concerns last year, citing a “pattern of witness tampering, obstruction, and coercion” when opposing his bail — which the court denied four separate times. Dawn Richard's lawsuit claims years of physical and emotional abuse, retaliation, and intimidation during her time under Diddy's label. She says the fear never ended — and that his alleged attempts to interfere from prison prove it. Meanwhile, Diddy's legal team continues to deny all wrongdoing, calling these civil suits opportunistic. But with each new filing, the walls around his empire seem to tighten. In this Hidden Killers with Tony Brueski breakdown, we go inside the new court filings, the psychological dynamics of control, and what this could mean for Diddy's appeal, Dawn Richard's case, and the larger reckoning shaking the entertainment industry.

It's a minisode this week as Andrew and JG mop up a missing track that has thus far not been covered, Bad Boy. Is it a decent cover version as cover versions are mostly left in the past? Can much be said about the performances? And just how short can one episode of Stuffology be?   Rankings: Track-by-track Ranking eMail: beatlesstuffology@gmail.com Twitter: @beatles_ology Instagram: beatlesstuffology JG's Blog: Judgementally Reviews… Andrew's Blog: Stuffology   Produced By: Spending very little time on it and JG McQuarrie

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

Not Another Spooky Podcast™ is a spooky podcast hosted by lifelong besties Mandy Spooks and Rabbit Loves Horror. Each week, we keep the spooky alive with cozy Halloween vibes, scary movies, haunted history, true crime, folklore, and pop culture—all served with best-friend banter.

Send us a textThe spark starts at a school desk with a kid who lived by the radio. From that early obsession, Dr. LaJoyce Brookshire built a career producing shows, shaping artists, and guarding images at the highest levels of music. We walk through those rooms with her—Bad Boy hallways, photo sets under the Brooklyn Bridge, tense moments that turned into trust—and unpack how advocacy, preparation, and presence can transform raw talent into a durable brand.The conversation isn't nostalgia; it's a field guide for creatives, publicists, and leaders who need to show up when the stakes are messy. Dr. Brookshire breaks down the lost art of artist development, explains why “no exposure before readiness” saves careers, and shares the Biggie media-training saga that evolved from friction to family. We talk about the emotional bill of grinding through grief, the cost of silence, and the power of calling your village early. Her litmus test for relationships—who deposits more than they withdraw—doubles as a compass for healthier teams and boundaries.We also confront representation and erasure. Too many women who built pop culture were left out of the retellings, so she co-authored Women Behind the Mic and launched Backstage Pass Careers to help students see the jobs behind the spotlight: publicity, A&R, promotions, styling, songwriting. Then we pivot to her health mission as the Good Doctor, teaching people to attain, maintain, and reclaim wellness with practical tools like food journaling and her 21-day detox program. The through line is clear: author your story, protect your energy, and build systems that let you keep your light bright without burning out.If this resonates, subscribe and share it with someone who needs a boost. Drop a review with your biggest takeaway, and tell us which lesson you'll apply this week.Support the show

Sean “Diddy” Combs, once the self-crowned king of luxury, has apparently been reduced to the lowest form of intoxication known to man: prison hooch. Reports claim the former mogul was caught with homemade alcohol inside Fort Dix Federal Correctional Institution — the kind of foul, bubbling concoction inmates brew in trash bags using fruit, sugar, and desperation. Forget Cîroc. Forget top-shelf anything. What Diddy's allegedly drinking behind bars is called pruno, better known as toilet wine. It's made by mashing fruit and ketchup packets, adding water, and letting it rot until the smell alone could peel paint. It's dangerous, disgusting, and — incredibly — one of the most common contraband “delicacies” in prisons across America. In this episode, Tony Brueski breaks down exactly how inmates make their booze, what they risk to do it, and how it all fits into the bizarre underground economy of prison life. From hand-sanitizer cocktails to coffee-ground highs, this is the unfiltered, unsanitized look at what really happens when the party never stops — even in federal custody. And as for Diddy? The man who once bragged about power and control now looks like every other addict who can't face silence without a fix. No entourages. No private jets. Just a bag of fermenting fruit under a bunk and the illusion that he's still the one running the show. Welcome to the new “Bad Boy” era — one that reeks of citrus rot and ego decay.

This week, the Bad Boy of Podcasting™ Byron McKoy is back and he has flipped his way through all of his 90s era Horror OST CDs to give us only the choicest cuts from the Bush-eraiest slashers! Discover bonus eps, merch and more on our Patreon! This week: An exciting game is played! Challenge coins, Canadian coins, and new dollars! And way more about Diablo Cody than one man should know! All this and so much MORE! Wanna get a shout-out on a future episode? Give us a rating on iTunes! It helps us, and it helps you feel good about yourself!

The 3 specific benefits you'll gain by listening to the end of this episode are: 1. Become awareness of the one most destructive pattern husbands show up in marriage with. 2. Know how to recognise the danger signs that lead up to an inevitable rupture. 3. Discover the one way your wife can help you in breaking this pattern. Want the Quickest & Easiest Path to Becoming the Marriage Transforming Hero of your relationship? Coaching - Heroic Husbands Don't Miss The Upcoming Intake to the brand NEW Heroic Husbands Training and Community platform: Community Platform - Heroic Husbands Do the Heroic Husbands 3 Masculine Leadership Characteristics Self-Assessment: Home - Heroic Husbands I want to hear from you! Click the link to send me a 90sec voice message with questions or suggestions for relationship topics you'd love me to cover. Send Mark voice message Now To connect with Mark's Queen and her incredible work: Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers podcast

The Brazilian Bad Boy has arrived!

Send us a textMike Marino – affectionately known to millions of his fans worldwide as New Jersey's Bad Boy – might as well be the element Carbon with his versatility. He's a comedian, an actor, a philanthropist, basically everything except a husband and father (at least that we know of) who's shared the stage and screen with names, somehow, even more household than his own.Mike entered this mortal realm in New Jersey where he grew up with his Italian family that he mines for material in his stand-up bits. He was a born thespian, so he entered the entertainment industry at an early age and even attended prestigious acting schools like the Herbert Berghof Studio and the American Academy of Dramatic Arts just to make sure their teaching were up to snuff. The Clio Awards recognized Mike's god given gift with a best actor nomination for one of the countless iconic television commercials he starred in. But Mike's not only been in advertisements, he's been in movies and shows ranging from Criticsized to The Tonight Show with Jay Leno to his very own web series Make America Italian Again, which you can ingest for free on his illustrious YouTube channel aptly named Mike Marino Live. Find Mike MarinoFacebookhttps://www.facebook.com/mikemarinoliveInstagramhttps://www.instagram.com/mikemarinolive/YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/mikemarinoliveTikTokhttps://www.tiktok.com/@mikemarinoliveXhttps://x.com/i/flow/login?redirect_after_login=%2FmikemarinoliveFind The Suffering PodcastThe Suffering Podcast InstagramKevin Donaldson InstagramTom Flynn InstagramApple PodcastSpotifyYouTubeThe Suffering Podcast FamilySherri AllsupSupport the showThe Suffering Podcast Instagram Kevin Donaldson Instagram TikTok YouTube

This is a Fan Fav episode. The men you attract and find yourself in relationships with reveal more about you, your wounds, your insecurities and the parts of you that need healing and growth. Looking externally for safety, love, and validation is not only an unhealthy way to move through relationships, it's also a toxic way of living that doesn't serve your higher purpose and it will never create the peace you're looking for. Not every woman has experienced seeing a man completely open, vulnerable, and exposed. Honestly speaking, sadly, not many women are able to deal with the rawness of men's emotions. Yet, there is something comforting from hearing today's guest, Lewis Howes, share about the emotional trigger and pain that men go through. Lewis went from the cheating ladies man, emotionally closed off, and easily triggered insecure jealous partner-type to a man looking forward to marriage in a committed loving relationship that has healed his some serious past traumas and emotional triggers. Lewis Howes is the bestselling author of the book, The Mask of Masculinity, ultra successful entrepreneur, host of the podcast and YouTube channel, The School of Greatness. In this conversation with Lisa, Lewis brings up some challenging questions that are worth sitting with and giving some extra time and attention as you either navigate through your current relationship or spend time alone before your next relationship. Check out Lewis Howes latest book, The Greatness Mindset: https://www.amazon.com/Greatness-Mindset-Unlock-Power-Today-ebook/dp/B0B6ML61NP Follow Lewis Howes: Website: https://lewishowes.com/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@lewishowes Twitter: https://twitter.com/LewisHowes/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lewishowes/ Original air date: 3-8-23 CHECK OUT OUR SPONSORS Vital Proteins: Get 20% off by going to ⁠https://www.vitalproteins.com⁠ and entering promo code WOI at check out.  SleepMe: Visit ⁠https://sleep.me/woi⁠ to get your Chilipad and save 20% with code WOI. Try it risk-free with their 30-night sleep trial and free shipping! OneSkin: Get 15% off with code LISA at ⁠https://oneskin.co ⁠ Shopify: Sign up for your one-dollar-per-month trial period at ⁠https://shopify.com/lisa⁠ Macy's: Upgrade your glam at ⁠https://macys.com⁠ ****************************************************************** LISTEN TO WOMEN OF IMPACT AD FREE + BONUS EPISODES on APPLE PODCASTS:  apple.co/womenofimpact ****************************************************************** FOLLOW LISA: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lisabilyeu/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/lisabilyeu YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/womenofimpact Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@lisa_bilyeu?lang=en Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Comedian Mike Marino, affectionately known as New Jersey's Bad Boy, brings his sharp wit and Italian American charm to our latest episode. Brandon Ficarra and I swap laughs over a hilarious mix-up with lost episodes and dive into the unpredictable world of podcasting. Mike shares candid insights on self-promotion, audience connection, and creative resilience—lessons that have shaped Brandon's comedic path and resonate with anyone navigating the entertainment industry. We explore the rich tapestry of Italian American traditions, from Sunday dinners filled with the aroma of homemade gravy to the lighthearted "art" of collecting espresso cups from our travels. Along the way, we pay tribute to the iconic comedians who paved the way with humor, humility, and heart. Our chat blends family tales, cultural quirks, and comedy gold—from staged Atlantic City arrests to my father's legendary tomato-sauce stash—while reflecting on the value of preserving those moments that keep us grounded. From Mike's upcoming performances to nostalgic nods to comedy greats, this episode celebrates humor, heritage, and the bonds forged through laughter and creativity.   HIS SOCIALS: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mikemarinolive Instagram: @mikemarinolive TikTok: @mikemarinolive X: @MikeMarinoLive Youtube:  @MikeMarinoLive    HIS WEBSITE: https://mikemarino.net/  

The Bad Boy and Me, at the 23rd Alice Nella Città marks social-media phenomenon and influential Content creator Noah Beck's debut as actor. The post “The Bad Boy and Me”, interview with the director Justin Wu and the actors Noah Beck and Siena Agudong appeared first on Fred Film Radio.

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Hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot follow up a recent episode paying tribute to the sun with another set of songs about a celestial body. This time, they share their favorite songs about the moon — along with picks from the production staff.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:The Beatles, "Mr. Moonlight," Beatles for Sale, Parlophone, 1964The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967Wire, "A Mutual Friend," 154, Harvest, 1979R.E.M., "Nightswimming," Automatic For The People, Warner Bros, 1992Songs:Ohia, "Blue Chicago Moon," Didn't It Rain, Secretly Canadian, 2002Credence Clearwater Revival, "Bad Moon Rising," Green River, Fantasy, 1969Janelle Monáe, "Many Moons," Metropolis: Suite I (The Chase), Bad Boy, 2007Brian Eno, "St. Elmo's Fire," Another Green World, Island, 1975Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, "Luna," Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Shelter, 1976Mitski, "My Love Mine All Mine," The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, Dead Oceans, 2023David Bowie, "Moonage Daydream," The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, RCA, 1972Thin Lizzy, "Dancing in the Moonlight - Live," Live and Dangerous', Philips, 1978Los Lobos, "Kiko and the Lavendar Moon," Kiko, Slash, 1992The Rolling Stones, "Child of the Moon," Jumpin' Jack Flash / Child Of The Moon (Single), Decca, 1968Nick Drake, "Pink Moon," Pink Moon, Island, 1972Willie Nelson, "Darkness on the Face of the Earth," ...And Then I Wrote, Liberty, 1962Emmylou Harris, "Luxury Liner," Luxury Liner (Expanded & Remastered), Reprise, 2003Emmylou Harris, "Crescent City," Cowgirl's Prayer, The Grapevine, 1994SOFT PLAY, "Punk's Dead," HEAVY JELLY, BMG, 2024The Beach Boys, "Surf's Up," Surf's Up, Reprise, 1971The Cars, "Drive," Heartbeat City, Elektra, 1984See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

A five-part drama about a family - and a society - divided by far-right populist extremism.When Louise a senior officer in the Garda Síochána sees her brother Frank on the news, taking part in an aggressive far-right protest she is shocked. Not least because she is and she had no idea Frank had been influenced by the populist extremists who hurl accusations of being 'traitors' at police and politicians alike.In the aftermath, Frank's face doesn't show up on CCTV. But when she threatens to have him arrested, he accepts the deal she reluctantly offers - she will cover for him if he promises to stay away from demos and protests.But then Louise learns that Frank is connected to a much wider network. He's in touch with organised extremists throughout Europe, Louise realises that Frank is on a path that could bring Ireland, and other countries, to the brink of chaos. The time has come to break up his network, whatever the family consequences. LOUISE KENNY … Niamh Algar FRANK KENNY … Jonathan Forbes KEVIN … Stephen Hogan TONY … Aidan O'Callaghan DERVLA … Karen Ardiff MICHAEL GRIFFITHS … Jonathan Harden BASTIAN … Nicholas Murchie JOE … James Downie SORCHA … Amy McAllister MARYAM … Lara Sawalha Directed by Eoin O'Callaghan A Big Fish/BBC N Ireland Production for Limelight

Actor and comedian Reggie Conquest used to play a game called "Catch a Girl, Freak a Girl" when he was a teenager. This spurs a conversation about games they would play growing up to see if a female was interested. | Jay was the odd man out on more than one occasion at hotel hookup parties. | Reggie has problems with lust that complicated his relationship. Bobby tries to teach Reggie safe ways to talk to women in his DM's without getting caught. Go to @Reggconquest on Instagram for all his dates and news! *To hear the full show to go www.siriusxm.com/bonfire to learn more! FOLLOW THE CREW ON SOCIAL MEDIA: @thebonfiresxm @louisjohnson @christinemevans @bigjayoakerson @robertkellylive @louwitzkee @jjbwolf Subscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of The Bonfire ad-free and a whole week early.  Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See https://pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Microsoft's push for high Xbox profit margins behind job cuts, publishing on PlayStation, and cancellation of projects like Perfect Dark, a Next-gen Xbox confirmed in development, Halo is coming to PS5, With PS6 Sony "cannot do the same thing they have been doing" says Shuhei Yoshida, and Starfield is a "good game" says former designer. Also: perfect games, hats, being financially irresponsible, favourite gaming eras, Barack Obama, non-lethal misfortune, and more! GAMES DISCUSSED: The Séance of Blake Manor, Dispatch, Ghost of Yōtei, Absolum, BALL x PIT, PowerWash Simulator 2.   SUPPORT Patreon CONTACT Website Discord Bluesky Threads Instagram Facebook FOLLOW TCGS on Bluesky David on Bluesky Sean on Bluesky Mat on Bluesky James on Bluesky WATCH Twitch YouTube LISTEN Spotify Apple Podcasts Pocket Casts CREDITS Music by Nick Parton Art by Dave Chong

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 12 Heaven s clock is ticking In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             There is no firestorm without a spark, no ocean without a raindrop         I opened the door and there stood Christina, looking pretty depressed. "Do you want to come in?" I asked. "I know you have company," she replied. "Can we talk outside?" It wasn't too chilly but I wasn't wearing too much either. "Of course," I walked onto the porch, leaving the door mostly closed behind me. "What's wrong?" "I've worked things out with Faith and the other girls," Christina paced nervously. "We are all going to keep quiet about what you learned and see how we can turn this to our advantage." I didn't say anything because she hadn't come to tell me the news of what had been the obvious move on her part so I was left wondering what was going on, then I saw it. I opened my arms to the side, palms forward, and waited. She saw the move and looked me over with obvious reluctance for what would come next. Finally, she stepped up to me and rested her forehead on my shoulder and let me encase her in my arms. It sucks to be alone, but it truly sucks being alone and being the one in charge even more. "God, Zane, I fucked up. I could have ruined Heaven's life," she sighed. "The others trusted me and I let them down." "You are not doing Heaven any favors by being paralyzed with doubt," I told her. "You had no idea who you were up against and even if you had, you would still have weighed what was best for Heaven against the risks and pretty much acted in the same manner." "You don't understand Heaven," Christina said. "You don't understand her home life." "Her home life is not my concern, Christina," I pointed out. "The Heaven here and now is my concern, though, and it is the concern of several more friends she's made since coming to this school, friends she wouldn't have if she stayed in a hole." "What if I fuck up again?" she worried. "So many girls are depending on me to keep the Chancellor at bay." "I fuck up all the time and I'm still here," I countered. "I know what you mean, though. Sometimes when these girls look at me like they expect me to have all the answers and I've got nothing, I want to run and hide." "We don't have that luxury. We chose to stand up and now we must carry on in our struggle. I don't know about you, but I wasn't raised to quit," I related to her. "I made a mistake, Zane. I don't make mistakes," she declared. "I'm confused; have we lost?" I questioned her. "No," she grumbled, "and that is not what I meant. I brought Faith in, I misread her, and we all suffered because of it. I was deceived." "Well, someone should remind Christina Buchanan from time to time that she's human, and a pretty smart woman at that," I replied. "You don't have to win every battle, only the last one." "That is what my grandfather said," she mumbled into my shoulder. "He sounds like a clever guy," I said softly. "He should go far someday." Since he was one of the richest men in America, I was probably right. "You can be a real jerk at times," she muttered, but I noted she wasn't moving. "I have to agree with you," I said, as I got up on my tiptoes and kissed her on the top of the head. I leaned back and tilted her head to me with a finger under her chin. "Christina Buchanan, would you marry me?" No one said anything for a minute. "Can I think about it?" she finally whispered. "Of course," I assured her. "How could I be in love with you if I couldn't wait for you?" "How can you love me when you don't even know me?" she asked. "That's why it is love and not like," I answered. "There are times you really piss me off but there is never a moment I don't want to be with you." "You don't like me?" Christina studied me. "Right now I like you just fine, but you can be a real pain at times. See, I know what's right and you refuse to know your place," I responded. "And what place is that?" she smiled. "Above me, smiling down," I leaned in for a kiss. "No," she shook her head. "No?" I pleaded. "We have a long way to go before I let you treat me like another one of your girls," Christina informed me. "Okay," I agreed. "No hard sell in my emotionally vulnerable state?" she mused. "You are safe with me, Christina," I assured her. "That's good to know, Zane. Now go inside before Rio blows a gasket," she smiled, slipped out of my arms, and walked toward her car. I still soaked up the marvel of her receding silhouette. Rio was leaning against the wall just inside the hallway when I got back in. "I don't get the two of you," she grinned. "I love her," was my only response. "That's good, because she's fucking nuts about you," Rio laughed. I couldn't decide whether she was kidding or not. Later, we lay together in bed, Rio partially over me where she alternated between listening to my heartbeat and kissing my shoulder. She also had a hand between her legs and was doing some serious vaginal stimulation. "Zane." "Yes?" I replied. "I had an abortion," she confided in me. "Oh, okay," was all I could manage to come back with. "'Oh.' Is that it?" she sounded a bit hurt. "I figure there is more to the story than you had an abortion. So are you going to tell me what it is?" I inquired. She mulled that over for a few seconds. "I did some really stupid shit, like getting shit-faced drunk at some parties with people I barely knew, and pretty much got used like a whore. I didn't really care, and eventually I got knocked up," she told me. "My parents, the big Pro-Lifers that they were, smuggled me out of state to a private clinic and aborted the kid. They never asked my opinion on the matter but I imagine that having a pregnant daughter who couldn't even name the father wasn't on their agenda," she recited bitterly. I wrapped an arm around her, rolled over on her, and kissed her gently on the lips. "I don't know what to say," I began. "I can't imagine what it was like to go through that." "Huh," Rio snorted. "My parents slapped me with anti-depressants and an implant, my 'friends' told me it was for the best, not being teen Mom material and all, and I treated myself like a whore." "Hell, I sucked and fucked the entire lawn crew once; I fucked my little brother's friends; and I became known as the girl who would ride bareback at my school. It is a miracle I didn't contract herpes or AIDS," she recited sadly. "I think I hated just about everybody." "You know that none of that matters to me; right?" I asked. "You are still that woman I woke up next to on day one." "To the bitter end," she recited. "To the bitter end," I affirmed, my promise to stand by her no matter what. "Why couldn't you be in love with me?" she sighed. "You are asking an eighteen-year-old how this love thing works?" I teased her. "I've been lucky enough to meet five women in the past two weeks I'd like to spend forever with, and I love the one I'm least likely to end up with. I'm clueless." "Me, Iona, Barbie Lynn, Christina and Heaven?" Rio guessed. I nodded, which made her snicker. "You really want to spend forever with Heaven? You are a glutton for punishment." "Heaven can be really nice," I defended my girlfriend. "She's got a permanent case of PMS. Hell knows what would happen if she actually had PMS," Rio teased me back. "So you don't want to spend any more time with her?" I inquired. "Fuck that," Rio giggled, "I like them brave, bold, and saucy in the saddle. I'd love breaking her down, or having her break me trying." "Fine," I announced after a moment's contemplation. "Fine?" she asked. "I'm not going to break my word to Jill but I can't wait to fuck you until we get back to campus, so how would you like to screw on Pastor Bill's desk before Sunday school?" I suggested. "I'd love to leave a little something extra on that gold-plated conman's desk," Rio purred. "Now, Zane, do you think you could bend the rules ever so slightly and finger-fuck me? I'm ever so horny," Rio pleaded. I figured it couldn't hurt too much; right? I rubbed and rubbed one hand down to her crotch where Rio had already pulled her soaked panties down to mid-thigh. With my other hand, I pushed up her top, exposing her ripe nipples, chain and all. I plucked a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue play along the stud before sucking in more of the breast, increasing the pressure on the nipple itself. Rio was well worked up already and now began to writhe beneath me. My free hand passed below her carefully groomed chevron-shaped pubic mound and along her clit. Her folds welcomed me like molten gold, so hot yet silky smooth to the touch. As she started to moan, Rio stuck the meat of her palm into her mouth and bit down in order to keep quiet. I spent a minute playing with her two studs in her labia before working two fingers deep inside her, twisting them, and seeking out her G-spot. "Gak!" Rio convulsed as I stroked it. Oh, yeah, I thought, as I began to seriously work it over. Rio's fluids were sloshing around my fingers, her other hand began pressing my whole mouth over her breast, and she kept bucking up against me. I now began to alternate between rhythmically tapping her special place and brutally finger fucking her, driving two fingers in and slapping her clit with my palm. "Uh, uh, uh, ugh, ugh, umm," Rio began panting, then her body arched and she screamed into her clenched fist. "Oh, fuck, that's good," she finally managed to get out. Before I could respond, she grabbed my head and drew me up for a fierce kiss. She tore at my lips and tried to steal my breath away. "Tell me you want me," she pleaded with a desperate hunger tinged with fear. "I want you, Rio, always," I responded with my own heat and need. Slowly the passion ebbed from Rio's eyes and a playful demeanor replaced it. "You are such a dumb blonde, Glenda," she sighed happily. Glenda had been the name that had allowed me admission to school in the first place, Glenn Zane Braxton, Glenda. I answered by pulling my fingers out of her cunt, taking a lick, then pushing them through her lips. Rio daintily sucked on them, pulling them in and cleaning them off before biting down like the little bitch she is and making tears come to my eyes. "What the fuck!" I hissed. "That's for not giving me your cock, Asshole," she snickered. When I looked ready to explode, she pouted her lips, rolled onto her stomach and stuck her bare ass up in the air for a spanking. I grunted and rolled over onto my side, away from her. "Good night, you witch," I sulked. There was some rustling behind me a minute later, then Rio snaked an arm around me and pressed her body to my back. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I act crazy at times." I rolled over to face her. "I know what I'm getting into, Rio," I comforted her. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt at times." I displayed my wounded fingers. She kissed my fingers, I kissed her lips, and we both finally went to sleep. Preacher William, Valerie, and the seeds of discord. Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday morning for breakfast already dressed for church. I'd convinced Rio to not try a hard sell with my aunt, instead playing it calm, cool, and collected. The real reason we wanted to get to church early was because I'd come up with the idea of screwing Rio on Pastor Bill's massive mahogany desk before class and she'd become infatuated with the scheme. Gaining Definition We had to remember our Bibles before eagerly heading out the door. Mine went back to my missionary days while Rio's was brand new, a gift from Jill. She'd lost her old one on the trip from Arizona to Virginia, or so she'd told Jill. In reality, she had torn hers apart page by page and stuffed it down the airplane toilet during the flight, her way of spreading the gospel. Once at the church, we split up, Rio and I getting together a few minutes later. I was unsure about the security cameras in the hallway but Rio shrugged it off. She followed the wires to the closet the system was kept in, picked the lock, and deleted the last two hours of footage before deactivating the whole system. I was clever enough to wipe off all our fingerprints before we made for the pastor's office. This time, Rio's improvised, lock picks weren't necessary as the secretary kept the door unlocked. We slipped past her station to the larger office beyond and I chased Rio around to the 'big chair'. "So, Bad Boy, are you going to make me a Bad Girl?" Rio taunted me. I stepped up between her thighs and got ready to feast on her succulent cunt lips when she held me up. "I don't think we have time for that," Rio grinned. She slipped out of her panties, which I quickly pocketed (having learned from the first Barbie Lynn incident), and hopped up on the desk facing me. I unbuckled my belt, fixed the button, and unzipped my pants. My cock came smoothly out of my boxers and I lined up with Rio's slit. Her juices were already flowing by the time my cockhead graced her full lips. "Oh, that's what I've been looking for," Rio moaned, as I pushed forward inch after glorious inch inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and came close to doing the same with her legs around my waist by the time I was fully into her. I got a few half-thrusts into Rio, our faces only inches apart, when I began to push her back down on the desk. "No, I want to look into your eyes," she told me. I nodded and started driving my cock in a strong steady rhythm. "Rio," I said softly. "Yes," she breathed heavily. "I like saying your name," I explained. "I like the sound of it and the way it makes me feel." "I, I was sure she was fighting for a snarky reply but then she smiled and said, "Okay." "Oh. God, Oh, Fuck," Rio gasped, as we began, getting her close to climax. I stopped when I first heard the voices. "What?" Rio panted. I pulled her off the desk and looked for a place to hide. There were three other doors out of the room. I took the closest, yanked up my pants, and dragged Rio to it. It turned out to be a large closet with vestments, coats, and a few changes of clothing inside. Before I could finish shutting the door, Rio put her hand in the way. Before I could inquire why, the main office door opened and in came Pastor Bill and Lance Wellington. They were yammering on about something or other; I really wasn't paying attention. All that changed after Pastor Bill took his seat behind the desk and swiveled it to the side. Lance came around the desk and knelt before our spiritual leader. His body blocked my visual but I heard a zipper being undone and some clothes being pushed aside. What Lance proceeded to do was clear enough, though. Rio was between me and the door; she looked over her shoulder and grinned evilly. Before long, she had my cock in her hand and was maneuvering it back to her cunt from behind. I moved my hips down, she arched up, and I slipped back into the hole I'd been in not a minute before. I stayed still while Rio began to ride my cock up and down. There we were, two very different couples separated by less than a dozen feet, both fucking in different ways. Lance was giving Pastor Bill oral attention in a manner that dictated long familiarity to not only cock-sucking, but blowing Pastor Bill in particular. Rio had one hand placed against the door sill in order to stop us from spilling out of the closet while the other was tucked against her stomach. The four of us were pushing toward climax but Pastor Bill was the first one to the trigger. I was still feeling the oily smoothness of my cock inside Rio's cunt while rubbing both breasts through her shirt and bra when Lance began chocking and sputtering. The bastard hadn't even warned Lance that he was cumming. Good ole Pastor Bill reached across the desk to grab two Kleenex. As he did so, his other hand came down to rest on a slick spot Rio and I had left on his desk. He looked at his hand with disgust and wiped it off his hand before handing a tissue to Lance. "Get going to class," Pastor Bill told his cock-sucking companion. "Of course, Pastor William," Lance responded as he cleaned his face. As he headed to the door, he turned to the preacher. "Do I have to do another marriage counseling session with Felicity? She is so damn annoying," he whined. "Lance, you are going to have to keep up appearances and that means spending the occasional night with her," Pastor Bill lectured him. "As distasteful as she is, she is the socially acceptable choice for your spouse if you plan to have a political career." "I wish this whole marriage thing was over with already," Lance sighed. "Then I could stick her in the house and get her out of my life." "Remember, a woman is a duty, but you know how to get your pleasure. Take your pill when you have to lay with her, and if nothing else, use her back door," he chuckled. "I suppose so," Lance conceded, "but I'll have to shut her up. She blathers on and on incessantly and her voice is so grating." "Well," Pastor Bill laughed, "you can always use her mouth too." Lance snorted and left the room; Bill followed a minute later. For our part, the whole exchange between Pastor Bill and Lance got Rio hotter and hotter. She was rocketing back against me until I was afraid the slapping of our flesh would alert our host to our presence. Once he was gone, Rio went off. "Fuck me, damn it," Rio exulted. "I'm going to rape their asses." I wasn't sure how that would work. It wasn't like Rio's or my word would go all that far. I decided to spin her back around and kick her leg up over my arm so I could fuck her while gazing into her eyes. The first thing I noticed was the sheer joy etched all over her face. The second thing I noted was her phone in hand, set on record. There was going to be some severe damage over this and I had to do damage control, but first I had to screw Rio to orgasm. "Ah, ah, ah," Rio moaned. "You are churning me up inside, you fucking brute. This is so fucking good." "And the video?" I inquired. "Fucking brilliant," she panted, "My best idea yet." I drilled Rio several more strong strokes and she gripped me tightly and sexually exploded on me. She kept squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles as I came in her as she was still cresting her wave. "Oh, Zane," she wept tears of joy on my shoulder, "You make all this other shit bearable." "No problem, bro," I sighed happily, "but we need to talk about the video." "Yeah," she snorted, "you have a plan. I'm going to bypass me having a temper-tantrum and get straight to you making me happy with how clever you are." "We find more ways to bring Felicity over to our side, then hit her with this when she's wavering," I detailed. "We still need credibility and that's going to take Barbie Lynn on our side. Once we get Felicity, we can get Mrs. Wellington too. That gives us access to everyone in the church." I set Rio onto her feet and handed her panties too her. Rio shimmied into them and grinned. "Now I'm all sloshy inside. Is that thing a damn fire hydrant?" "You weren't complaining a minute ago," I countered. "I'm not complaining, but all those bitches in class are going to know I've been fucked," she snickered. "Who are you going to blame?" I wondered. "Pastor William, our glorious shepherd; I can describe just what his cock looks like now," she grinned manically. "I think we are back to that whole 'credibility' issue," I reminded her. "You aren't going to let me have any fun," Rio pouted. "Well, work on this; I'm pretty sure Lance isn't the only guy here that the pastor is using. Lance was a tool, nothing more," I told her. "It could be fun to find out who his other toys are." "I hate you for having a better idea than me," Rio giggled, "but I love your deviant mind more." "I love you too, Baby," I said as I brushed her cheek. "Let's get to class before they get to ridicule us for arriving late." Rio grabbed my hand and sprinted with me out of the office. We were late to class but only just. This time I'd studied so Mr. Coleman wasn't able to humiliate me, though some wise-ass taunted me about being on a women's committee. "Yes, I do," I confirmed, "and what committee are you on?" "Athletics committee," he sneered. I gave him a shit-eating grin right back that gave him pause. "So I hang out with a bunch of MILF's, which is a pretty red-blooded American male thing to do, while you hang out with a bunch of guys, which is pretty homo-erotic," I chuckled. There was a deafening silence in the room. We had broken up for church service and a few guys were almost out the door. The target of my aggression was first stunned, then angry. "Mr. Braxton, that is quite enough out of you," Mr. Coleman snapped. "I'm sorry about that, Mr. Coleman. I thought he was ribbing me about my committee so I teased him back about his; I wasn't serious," I lied. Andy, the guy who'd given me a hard time, elected that moment to get in my face. "That wasn't funny, Braxton," he snapped. Mr. Coleman remained conspicuously silent. "Gosh, Andy," I quipped, "I don't know where to begin. How about, we are in a House of God and shouldn't be raising a fist against one another." "If that doesn't work, do understand that you get the first punch, then I break you like a twig," I continued with eagerness written all over my face. "You are an elementary school teacher and I have years of martial arts experience." Andy suddenly paled. "Mr. Braxton," Coleman growled again. "How dare you threaten somebody?" "Um, Mr. Coleman, Andy got in my face, so what exactly are you getting on my case about? Wouldn't the situation be better served if you stopped him in the first place?" I said. "Andy should be able to take a joke better," another guy in my class, Christopher Gilbert, joined in. "Besides, Zane's right; the wives on the committee are attractive and their husbands are lucky men." That seemed to end the matter because Chris Gilbert was the son of somebody and carried weight in this crowd. We continued to depart but I felt obliged to stop Chris. "Thanks, but I'm not sure why you just backed me up there," I questioned. "Maybe you're not such a bad guy," he grinned. I had to think that over. I barely knew Christopher Gilbert. He was 23, son of a big real estate guy, he was a property manager, whatever that was. "I have to appreciate the timing of your epiphany," I joked. "It came to me late Thursday night when I had a security issue at one of my properties," he grinned. Oh, crap. His daddy must own the mall where I had that little altercation. "Sorry if I cost you a good night's sleep," was all I could say. "Let me say that, 'damn, you're fast,' and it would have been mean of me to let Andy get his ass handed to him in front of all his friends," Chris related. "He's really not a bad guy either." "I'll keep that in mind," I nodded. We were making our way to the church hall when Rio, Iona, and Barbie Lynn intercepted us. "Hey, Ms. Masters," Chris said to Barbie Lynn. He looked at the other two girls. "Christopher Gilbert, this is Rio Talon and Iona Becket, two of my classmates and closest friends," I introduced my buddies. "So, Chris, how do you know Barbie-licious?" Rio smirked. "Huh?" Chris said. "Rio has an intense sense of humor, Chris," I intervened. "Pay her no mind." Before Rio cold make things worse, I placed an arm behind her and pinched her ass. "Behave," I warned her. "Okay, Zane," Chris chuckled. "Good luck with that one. To answer your question: I know Ms. Masters from a few years back at a youth retreat. We were both counselors. Take care now." He turned and walked off to his section of the tabernacle while the girls and I went off to ours. "So, Barbie, were you hot for Chris back at camp?" Rio persisted. "Chris? Nah, he had a girlfriend back then; they both went to the University of Virginia. I think they broke up right before they graduated but I'm not sure," Barbie Lynn informed us. "Besides, I had a fianc too." "Had? Have you tossed him over for Zane?" Rio teased. I sighed and Barbie Lynn blushed. "Nah, Shugah, I tossed him over for you," Barbie Lynn whispered into Rio's ear. "Just for that tantalizing tease, no Honey Glaze for those hot crossed buns of yours," Rio bantered right back. "Am I the only one who remembers we are in a church?" lectured Iona. "No, you are not," Christina surprised us. "Now stop trying to make a scene and sit down with the rest of us." We dutifully obeyed because three of us respected Christina and I had one of Rio's arms twisted behind her back. At the end of service there was no problem getting the gang to go down to the space between the pews and the podium where the important people gathered. I caught Pastor William shooting me a hooded look but I blew him off. I was here for someone else, as was Barbie Lynn and Rio. Iona was tagging along to make sure we kept out of too much trouble. "Hey, Sahara," I greeted the pastor's wife, who hovered near but wasn't part of the action. "Why, hello, Zane," she smiled. "Did you enjoy the service?" "I'm still a little fuzzy on the message of seeking wisdom in God's word instead of Man's technology," I grinned. "After all, I have an app that gives me helpful Bible verses on demand." "I think you missed the point, Zane," she shook her head with mirth. "We need to trust the Word of God over the simple technological solutions that fail to take in the moral implications of the results." "Wow, when you say it that way, it makes sense," I applauded. Sahara blushed and gave me another smile. Rio and Barbie Lynn had closed in on Felicity, allowing Iona and I to come up behind Mrs. Wellington. I put my hand on the small of her back and positioned myself at her side. "Hello, Mrs. Wellington," I greeted her. I knew her first look at me would define a lot about how she felt about last night. "Zane," she beamed at me. "How are you doing today?" "Better now," I grinned. "I just wanted to say that I'm downloading those files we discussed when I get to campus this afternoon." "Oh," Mrs. Bainbridge sneered, "is Mr. Braxton working on a special project already?" "Zane," Rochelle Wellington smiled to her rival sweetly, "send Kendra a copy of the notes you showed me. Kendra, Zane has a talent for 3-D imagery that the committee will find quite useful. I thought you might find it nice to have our newest member showing some interest." "Oh, it is his interest that I'm worried about," Kendra commented, with a pretty obvious look toward Sahara. Before I could respond to that jab, I felt a hand on my shoulder trying to pull me around. "Pastor William wants a word with you," Lance informed me. "Okay," I shrugged, then turned back to Kendra. "Mrs. Bainbridge, I admit that it is my fault that I find Mrs. Penny to be kinder, more compassionate, and more spiritually understanding than you. She is a gentle soul who better relates to what a young man needs." "Pastor William wants to see you now," Lance insisted. "That's nice, Lance. I'm talking to your mother," I said dismissively. "Rochelle, thank you for agreeing to mentor me; I appreciate you helping me understand this Church and this community by taking some of your valuable time to listen to my ideas." "Ladies, have a nice Sunday. Okay, Lance, let's go see what Pastor Bill wants now," I told him. "His name is Pastor William," Lance corrected me somewhat angrily. "No, his name is William Penny and he happens to be a pastor," I jibed. Lance's response was stymied by our arrival at Pastor Bill's circle of cronies. "Ah, Glenn," Bill greeted me. "I would like to invite you to dine with my wife and I tomorrow night." I was smart enough to know that wasn't really an invitation, but still, "I'd like to but this week is our first round of testing for the semester so I'm not sure I can break free," I answered. "You find time enough for other things, like jail," he lectured me in a personally degrading matter. "Pastor William, as you will learn about me, people who cross me or threaten the ones I hold dear, I beat bloody and leave broken on the ground," I smiled evilly right back. The confusion that threat caused was evident because I hadn't been quiet. "Jesus loves the Peacemaker," Pastor Bill bantered back. "Winners write the history books," I countered. "That is not very Christian of you," Mr. Wellington, the Mayor, pointed out. "Jesus Christ ended up nailed to a cross; Emperor Constantine, who converted the whole Roman Empire to Christ's worship, got to build his own city," I responded. "I won't be as famous but I'll do more and get to bury my enemies before I die," I added. "Are you sure you were a missionary in Thailand?" another church elder asked. "Oh, I was a missionary all right, but not a very good one. I left the hard work to my Uncle Tim and Aunt Jill," I informed them. "Did they convert many heathen souls to the World of our Lord?" a third man inquired. "It is not that simple. They taught people to read English and got them in the practice of reading the Bible," I explained. "They have over a thousand years of culture to work against and many of the tenents of Buddhism are close to our own Christian virtues so it is hard work." "So that would be a 'No'," Pastor Bill gloated. "Really?" I grinned. "When Uncle Tim went missing, 200 of his flock risked floodwaters in an eventually futile effort to save him. How many of us would risk drowning to save you, Pastor William? I would say that when lives were on the line, his flock did their Christian duty." I noticed Jill standing on the edge of the group listening, her eyes close to tears. Hey, I hated Tim, but I wasn't going to let these spineless bastards degrade the man in front of his widow, no matter how I felt. "I'm sure we would all rise to the challenge," Mr. Wellington pontificated. "Then you are as good a man as Uncle Tim," I trapped him with his own words. "Your Uncle Tim gave everything, including his life," Pastor Bill said with a smug, superior smile. "His willingness to give should be an example for all." "I'm already giving. The Festivities Committee's budget seems a bit anemic so I'm going to be funding some of their efforts," I enlightened him. "That is not how tithes are normally handled," Pastor Bill corrected me. "I'm not a normal guy," I grinned. "Pastor, I'll look over my schedule and call your house to let you know if I can swing dinner tomorrow. It has been a wonderful chat but I have to be going now." I turned and left them there, confident I hadn't made any friends among Bill's inner circle. The price of their friendship was way more than I was willing to pay and it wasn't just monetary. My girls swarmed around me, even Jill. "Thank you, Zane," Jill said softly. "Tim would have been proud." "Jill, I said that for you, not him. You stood by him and that shouldn't be trampled on by people who don't know any better," I comforted her. "I was getting ready to cry out 'Blood and Souls for my Lord Arioch," Rio grinned. "Why did you antagonize them?" Iona wondered. "They are used to bullying people and getting their way. I let them know I was more than willing to fight," I told Iona. "He also wanted the women to see what he was doing," Barbie Lynn said. "I saw a few females, Felicity included, who thought a great deal of how Zane handled the situation." "Girls love watching men fight over them," Rio laughed as we exited into the parking lot. "Is everyone coming to our place for lunch?" Jill asked. I took a quick look around the girls who nodded their approval. "Sure thing, Jill; we will be at home in an hour," I answered. Getting back to campus and into casual clothes wasn't a problem, nor was lunch with Jill. We sat around and shot the shit for an hour afterwards but school work demanded that we head back to school to do some actual classwork. I went by Raven's to pick her up because she'd left me a text (by way of Iona) that she'd made some progress over the weekend. "We really should study in the library," Raven told me as we headed to my room. "The last time I checked, the library didn't have a snack bar," I told her. Raven was less than convinced and a bit nervous until we opened the door to the bottom of the steps leading to the Solarium where I lived and the voices of multiple girls welcomed us. "You have company?" she questioned me. "All freshmen are welcome in my room, Raven. You'll see," I informed her. "Is there going to be anyplace for us to study, Raven began to confound me, then we came to the point where you could see past the side of the stairs into the Solarium. "Oh, God," she muttered at the scope of the room, "you, you have pool tables!" she ended up in a near squeal. "I love pool!" She took a few steps forward into the room before looking back at me. "What is all this? Where did this all come from?" "I was given the entire Solarium as my room, sort of, and I decided to convert most of it to a common area for the freshman class," I said. "How long has this been going on?" she wondered. "We did it yesterday," Iona said from the closest sofa. She put down her laptop and walked over to us. "Zane paid for the stuff and we students put it in. Let me show you around." "You do that, Iona," I told her, as I gave my diminutive friend a hug, "I'll be in my room." Iona led Raven deeper into the complex of entertainment while I headed to my room, which seemed to be the quietest place to study today. I passed around the Chinese silk screens that shielded my private area from the rest of the Solarium and saw my new monster-sized bed. I also saw the tall, honey-blonde Amazon reclining on it, looking my way. "Come here, my Love-Monkey," she said in a deep, husky voice. I'm sure my mouth gaped open. "Ah, I don't believe we've been introduced," I managed to finally say. She smiled and patted the bed beside her. "You are seriously hot and I'm positive I'd remember you if we'd met, but I don't and I do need to study so I'm going to ask you to please leave," I groaned. "Trust me, I really don't want to be asking you that either." I heard laughter from the far side of the bed and Rio slowly raised her body into sight. "Bro, the look on your face is priceless," she chuckled. "So this is really your room?" the other girl inquired. "I told you it was," Rio grinned. "Yes, it is," I responded as well. "In fact, this entire floor is mine, mainly because the Administration has nowhere else to stick me." "Rio, what's going on here?" I turned to my other friend. "Honest, Boss," she beamed, "I found her when I got home. She's my new dorm mate, your replacement." "You were her first roommate?" the newcomer asked. "For all of one night," I confessed. "Then everyone realized she had boobies, and I didn't, and I developed this current life of seclusion." "This is your version of seclusion?" she questioned. "What can I say?" I sighed. "I'm a man of creature comforts. That still doesn't explain you on my bed. Rio?" "She is Valerie Palmer, a new addition to the school," Rio started, "but that's not the cool part. She's a member of the Stormriders motorcycle gang." Seeing my lack of name recognition, Rio added, "They are a big deal in the West, Colorado, Wyoming, New Mexico, Nevada, and Arizona, of course." "Nice to meet you, Valerie." I knelt on the bed and extended my hand. "I'm Glenn Zane Braxton, but everyone calls me Zane. Welcome to FFU, and what brought you to us?" "Dad is a born-again Christian and he wanted me to come here, so here I am," she shrugged. Now, to me that made no sense, as she should have been eighteen, thus her own person, but who was I to press into her personal matters. "Damn it, Zane, I keep forgetting you were living in a cave for the past two years," Rio shook her head. "Her grandfather is Daniel 'Damien' Palmer." Again, I didn't know who that person was. "My grandfather is doing three life sentences," Valerie said with a degree of weariness. "Fine. I should take it the Stormriders are not a motorcycle club, then," I grinned at her. Valerie's eyes and mine locked for several seconds. "Are you arrogant, stupid, or really unconcerned?" Valerie asked me. "A little of all three," Rio chimed in. "You should never ask a man if he's arrogant because if he is, he won't know it," I responded. "I'm smart enough to get into this university, but them I'm dumb enough to be the only guy at this university," I continued. "I can honestly tell you I really don't care who you were before you came here. It is none of my damn business. If you want to be friends, I'm game." Valerie nodded. "Oh, and Rio is a nutjob, but if you hurt her, I'll make you suffer, I swear it." "Is that supposed to scare me, rich boy?" Valerie said, becoming very serious and sitting up, "because I'm not impressed." "I didn't say it to impress you, Valerie," I met her gaze, "I believe in fair warning. I don't care if you are damaged goods or you are one stone-cold, bad-ass bitch; you mess with Rio and I'll take her pain out of your hide." "Rio, I thought you told me this guy was cool," Valerie said to Rio while still looking at me. "Best guy in the whole God-damn world," Rio beamed. "Zane, have you ever stabbed somebody?" Valerie quizzed me. "On purpose or by accident?" I asked. "How do you stab someone by accident?" Valerie wondered. "You toss their ass into a stand of bamboo so hard the stalks break and they get impaled," I answered. "I take it you've done it on purpose." She shrugged. "Do you fight much?" she changed tact. "More than I should," I replied, "but I ass in where I don't belong too much." "Me too," Valerie nodded, "on the 'I fight more than I should' thing." "Well, I would rather talk shit upfront than spill blood later," I pointed out. "Like warning me about Rio," she nodded. "Please believe me, she's a nut and will get on your nerves, so please don't toss her out a window or down the stairs because I'm actually attached to her," I grinned. Rio flopped on the bed. "I should be mouthing empty denials but Zane's pretty much right," Rio snickered, "and if he hadn't fucked me silly on the preacher's desk this morning, I'd be in his face about this bullshit." "You had sex on your preacher's desk?" Valerie smiled. "Zane, what are these girls, what the hell?" Raven went off. "What kind of bedroom is this?" "Raven, you know Rio and this is her new roommate Valerie. Valerie, this is Raven," I groaned. "Hey, Raven," Valerie greeted her. "So do you normally walk into Zane's bedroom too?" "No," Raven blushed. "He invited me over to do some work on our English project." Iona stepped in behind Raven and waved to Rio. "Iona, Valerie; Valerie, Iona," I sighed. "Wait!" Valerie raised her hand and looked back to me. "Are you gay? Because I see a lot of girls strolling into your room and none of them have been identified as your girlfriend yet." "Technically, that would be Heaven," Iona volunteered. "She's a senior." "Can we get back to everyone being in Zane's room?" Raven grumbled. "And what is he doing with a bed as big as my entire room back home?" Valerie appraised the room. "Got it," she laughed. "You are sleeping with her (Iona) and her (Rio), but not you (Raven)." "Of course I'm not sleeping with him," Raven shot back. "I took a Purity Pledge, as should all of you." "I'm not a virgin," Valerie responded. "Me, either," Rio waved. "I am," Iona raised her hand. "That's nice," I directed. "Rio, Valerie, and Iona, please leave. I've invited Raven to my room so we can do actual classwork because I occasionally like to pretend I'm in college for an education." "On it, Zane," Rio snickered. "Come on, Valerie, let's go check out the hot tub. I wanted to show you to Zane so he could put you on his 'To Do' list." Iona shook her head and left. "I've got a boyfriend," Valerie clarified. "Thank God," I muttered, which drew looks from all three women. After Rio and Val left, Raven kept staring at me. "I, does this happen to you often?" she finally asked. "Yes, but I've learned to adjust," I pointed out. We sat down on the bed, Raven pulled out four library books on the period we were looking into, and we began going through them and taking notes. "Is Heaven really your girlfriend?" Raven asked after a while. "Yes, but it is more complicated than that. I love another girl but I don't know if she loves me, and I spend time with a dozen other girls here, plus I have friends at a Sorority House off campus," I explained. "And you sleep with Rio, who isn't a virgin, and Iona, who is," she stated, and I confirmed with a nod. "I was wrong. If you can keep all that straight in your head, you have a good grasp of details. We are going to do fine on this term paper." "Thank you, Raven," I smiled at her, and for a change, she smiled back. Gust Front I would have liked to spend the night with Iona and Barbie Lynn but Iona informed me that Coach Dana Gorman had tested her security code earlier in the day and I figured something was up; nothing good for me and my friends. Sure enough, at 12:10 in the morning, my little buzzer by the bed that informed me that a key code was being entered woke me up. I silenced the alarm (no sense in letting them know that I had it) and waited in bed. Shortly thereafter, the Coach and two female security guards came strolling in. "Alone?" Dana quipped. "You asking me out?" I grinned. "Get up; we need to check the bed, if that is what you call this thing," she motioned to my sleeping platform. I dutifully got out of bed. "What are you doing?" she snapped when she realized I was naked. "Getting out of bed like you asked me to. I sleep in the nude, or didn't you already know that?" I yawned. "Put some clothes on," she ordered. I picked up my robe and put it on while they stripped back my sheets and looked for bodily fluids under the dark light. I had been at my Aunt's the past two nights, so yes, my bed was still fresh. Unsatisfied, Dana and her two buddies began roughly going over my place. When they finally discovered nothing (my hiding places were specifically designed), the two officers turned and left. "I'll be keeping an eye on you, Zane. You can expect this to be a regular occurrence," she promised. I simply stared. We remained looking at one another for a minute because she knew I was up to something. "That's right, step out of line and make my job easier," she noted. Again I kept my silence. It would have been easy to take this personally but I'd told her this was War and I took that seriously. I doubted I was the sole beneficiary of their attention so I had to get ready to respond to their next move. "Nothing to say?" she asked. I kept staring. "Say something, damn it," she growled. "Good night, Coach," I obliged. She shook her head, turned, and walked away. When I saw the door close behind her I went back to my room and took out my phone. I made three calls to the concerned parties and a final call to Iona, to have her wipe my call log. I can't say I slept well that night. Showering in the morning was troublesome enough on normal days but this morning, Rio decided to invite Valerie to join us. I did my best to pretend to ignore her, which wasn't easy. Valerie was around six feet with milky skin where the sun didn't reach and tanned where it did. Her hair was golden-blonde and she was trimmed, not shaved. Her eyes were grey with a hint of blue around the edges; he breasts were a solid C without a hint of sag. There sure were a lot of blondes going to this school. I could see the mental calculations going through her head as she walked in and the other girls eyed her. In the hierarchy of this place, I didn't hold a place; proximity to me showed a girl's status among the crowd. Opal was top dog, but Rio and Iona were marked by their close relationship with me as well. Valerie clearly thought about walking away from it all to spare herself the drama and the grief. She countered that with the knowledge that she had to fit in somewhere in this school, and as non-traditional as she was, her best bet was with us. She answered that internal struggle by taking the shower one down from me, next to Opal. Opal expressed her dominance to Valerie by corralling me into a body massage and a show of mutual affection. I thought Valerie was unimpressed with those actions but as we got into it, I sensed she was intrigued by the notion of having sex without actually having sex, and the sexual arousal that came with it. As I settled in front of the sink to brush my hair, shave, and brush my teeth, Valerie took the sink beside me. "You don't seem to mind all these naked bodies around you," she noted. "Why should I? I enjoy them and they enjoy me. I like making them happy, and my presence certainly makes their lives more difficult so I'm glad to help," I explained. "So, do things ever go to the next level?" Valerie asked. "Not here, and not with most of these women; they are virgins and happy about that fact. They want to be virgins on their wedding nights and I respect that," I answered. "Rio makes you out to be some sort of sex-crazed stud monster," Val informed me. "Rio's not a virgin and her only plans for marriage involve her being a black widow to her old, rich husbands," I grinned. "Is she, bi-sexual?" Valerie whispered. "Yes, I can verify that she is," I replied quietly. "Has she hit on you yet? Wait, silly question, have you thrown her out of your bed yet?" "This morning I found her sucking on my nipple through my nightshirt," she smirked. "Rio needs constant reminding of where the boundaries are," I informed Val. "You two talking about me?" Rio came bouncing up. "Is there a three-way in our future? Who gets tied up?" Valerie groaned in response. "Rio, there is such a thing as personal space and acceptable roommate behavior," I told Rio. "Things like spontaneously feeling her up while she sleeps are Bad!" "God, damn it!" Rio squalled, "But did you see the size of those bad boys? They are huge and puffy and I swear, they were calling out to me across the room." "In my long and illustrious career with the female nipple, they have never talked to me. If you don't behave, I'm going to have to tie you up at the next orgy and make you watch," I warned. I couldn't threaten to take away something she had, like her piercings; that would make her dig in her heels. Instead, I went after the things she was looking forward to. "Don't forget to secure her hands over her head so she can't diddle herself," Valerie got into the sport of things. "Good point," I agreed. "Major buzz-kill, you two. Valerie, you are trying to make your first day here no fun at all," Rio teased. "Which reminds me; Valerie, has Rio warned you about Handmaiden's Duty?" I inquired. Rio looked offended that I would say such a thing while Val looked confused. "It is a tradition here that requires all freshmen to perform a task of a non-damaging nature for any and all upperclassmen. They cannot grab you in class or a dorm room, but anywhere else is fair game," I informed her. "My first task was to be a bench for someone to sit on," Rio grinned. "Mine was to kiss a girl," I nodded. "Kiss her? Cordelia damn near passed out, you kissed her so long and deep," Rio teased me. "The first one was very nice and chaste," Iona stepped up and added. "It was the second one that curled her toes and started the stampeded on Zane." "What do I do if a girl asks me to kiss her?" Valerie worried. "Tell her you are waiting for your herpes to clear up," Rio volunteered. "It isn't likely to happen," Iona came across with sounder advice. "Homosexuality is frowned on at this campus." "I'd tell you to kiss them and enjoy the moment, but I'm a guy," I shrugged. "I'm still not sure what is normal for this place," Valerie related. "Rio and Zane are aberrations," Iona offered. "Most of the girls here are fundamentalist Christian virgins who are looking to get married once they graduate this place." "What is your story?" Val asked Iona. "I was pretty much the girl I just described until I met these two," she smiled. "Now I feel that I have, options." "Options like prison time," Rio laughed, "or becoming a sex toy at an S&M club." "I was thinking more like taking a summer and roaming the country," Iona glared Rio. "Maybe I could teach you to ride a motorcycle and you can come with me," Valerie offered. "That would be wonderful!" Iona brightened up. "When could we start?" "This afternoon, if you like," Val responded. "My ride is in the parking lot." "You have a motorcycle, here?" Rio exclaimed. "Rio, it is hard to be in a motorcycle gang without a chopper," Valerie pointed out. "On that note, I have to go," I sighed. New girls were starting to migrate in, meaning I had to retreat to my room. "Take care, everyone." The crapstorm fell on us as we left the dorm. All kinds of upperclassmen snatched up freshmen as they appeared and shadowed Pro-Christina students they couldn't grab. Rio and I were able to shove off of Valerie before she was identified as being with one of us, so she made it to the Dining Hall unmolested. I didn't have to do anything too heinous, carry three backpacks while reciting the Gospel of Luke from memory (ugh). They made Rio sing 'Onward Christian Soldier' because it was the only religious song she'd admit to knowing. She did a horrific hack-job of it too. They had Iona going through the descendants of Noah; she knocked them back flawlessly, Brainiac. It got better at the Dining Hall door where Rhaine oversaw the removal of every electronic device from the incoming students, no phones, tablets or laptops, nothing capable of rapid communicat

Week 8 State of the Slate on today's Fantasy Footballers DFS & Betting podcast! Borg & Betz get you set for Week 8 DFS previewing the lines of the main slate and which salaries standout. They also review their cash & small field GPP process and what steps to take moving forward. Welcome to “DFS and Sports Betting For The Rest of Us.” Take your DFS and Betting Fantasy Football game to the next level on PrizePicks, DraftKings, FanDuel, and Underdog Fantasy. -- Fantasy Football Podcast for Oct 21st, 2025.Connect with The Fantasy Footballers:Visit us on the WebSupport the ShowFollow on XFollow on InstagramJoin our DiscordLove the show? Leave us a review wherever you listen Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

After his sentencing, Sean “Diddy” Combs will face extremely restrictive conditions during a five-year supervised release period following his roughly 50-month prison term. These conditions include mandatory outpatient treatment for both substance abuse and mental health, adherence to all prescribed medications, and enrollment in a domestic violence intervention program. He is also permanently barred from owning or possessing any firearms or destructive devices. The supervision is designed to tightly control his movements and behavior, ensuring compliance through regular check-ins and monitoring.Beyond the behavioral conditions, Combs will also be subject to deeply invasive oversight measures. He must submit to warrantless searches of his person, residence, vehicles, and electronic devices at any time. He is prohibited from contacting any victims or witnesses involved in his case and must comply with strict financial transparency requirements, allowing authorities to review his records and transactions. These post-release conditions reflect the government's intent to keep him under a microscope long after his prison term ends, signaling that his punishment and scrutiny will continue for years.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:Sean 'Diddy' Combs faces strict conditions after his 50-month prison sentenceBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

The Rickey Smiley Morning Show crew dove into a mix of breaking headlines and celebrity stories that had everyone talking. A federal judge in San Francisco blocked Donald Trump’s controversial plan to cut Democratic-backed programs during the government shutdown, calling the move politically motivated. The RSMS crew spoke about Diddy’s post-prison life. The Bad Boy mogul faces strict conditions, including mandatory outpatient treatment and possible medication monitoring, as part of his supervised release following his four-year sentence. In entertainment, Nia Long opened up about finding peace and co-parenting with her ex, Ime Udoka, after their highly publicized split, sparking a fiery debate among the RSMS crew about forgiveness and public humiliation. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The RSMS crew spoke about Diddy’s post-prison life. The Bad Boy mogul faces strict conditions, including mandatory outpatient treatment and possible medication monitoring, as part of his supervised release following his four-year sentence. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Bridget, Caitlin, and Hilda are back to wrap up "Quicksilver," book 1 in Callie Hart's Fae & Alchemy series. And we can't say this enough: They downplayed the steaminess of the first hook-up, which was insanely hot. And it gets hotter pretty quickly. Absolutely 4 out of 5 chili peppers. But what about the other plot elements? Well you'll have to listen to get the rest of their thoughts and final ratings.  Join our Patreon for exclusive behind-the-scenes content and let's be friends!Instagram > @Booktokmademe_podTikTok > @BooktokMadeMe

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The Diddy trial was a spectacle from start to finish—a high-profile showdown where the government aimed for glory and ended up proving how not to prosecute a celebrity. The feds went all in with RICO, trying to turn a violent, manipulative mogul into a mob boss on paper. But that overreach cost them. The jury saw chaos and cruelty, not a criminal enterprise. They saw a man guilty of terrible acts, but not guilty under the exacting standards of RICO law. In their quest to make headlines, prosecutors turned what could've been a straightforward conviction into a legal circus that left jurors confused, skeptical, and unwilling to stretch the law just to punish someone they despised.And that's the cruel irony—Diddy's not innocent, he's just the beneficiary of bad prosecution. The government got lost in its own ego, mistaking outrage for evidence and ambition for precision. The jury didn't exonerate him—they simply upheld the rule of law, even for someone who clearly didn't deserve its protection. In the end, Diddy walked on the biggest charges not because he was clean, but because the feds were sloppy. Justice followed the letter of the law, not the emotion of the crowd. It's a bitter lesson in how even the guilty can walk free when prosecutors try to play heroes instead of doing their damn jobs.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

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GBH's Adam Reilly and The Bay State Banner's Ron Mitchell join for Press Play media analysis. They talk about Pete Hegseth's effort to muzzle press Pentagon access, Trump's claim that flag burning no longer falls under first amendment-protected speech, Bari Weiss at CBS News, and other media headlines.NBC Boston's Sue O'Connell on the O'Keefe family's wrongful death lawsuit against Karen Read, plans for a refresh of the Kowloon, and Amazon's Melania Trump documentary coming to theaters in January.Boston Medical Center's Dr. Katherine Gergen Barnett reacts to a Washington Post op-ed by six former U.S. surgeons general arguing RFK Jr. is putting American's health at risk.Boston Baroque performs for Live Music Friday. We talk with Sarah Radcliffe Marrs and Christina Day-Martinson, plus guest conductor Christian Curnyn (who The Guardian has called “The Bad Boy of Baroque").

Today: Boston Baroque joins for Live Music Friday.Their season opens this weekend with two shows at NEC's Jordan Hall tomorrow and Sunday. Led by a man The Guardian once called “The Bad Boy of Baroque,” all the way from the UK – Christian Curnyn. Also here: Boston Baroque Executive Director Sarah Radcliffe-Mars and Concertmaster and associate artistic director, a familiar face to this show, Christina Day-Martinson. 

The East Coast-West Coast hip-hop feud of the 1990s, primarily involving Tupac Shakur, Sean "Diddy" Combs, and The Notorious B.I.G., remains one of the most infamous sagas in music history. What began as a personal falling-out between former friends Tupac and Biggie after a 1994 shooting at Quad Studios in New York escalated into a deadly rivalry. Tupac believed Diddy and Biggie were involved in the ambush, fueling his anger and intensifying the conflict. After being bailed out of prison by Death Row Records' CEO Suge Knight, Tupac fully aligned himself with the West Coast and released the infamous diss track "Hit 'Em Up," publicly attacking Biggie and Bad Boy Records. As the feud gained national attention, gang affiliations on both sides deepened the animosity. Suge Knight's provocations and media sensationalism only fueled the escalating tension between Death Row and Bad Boy.The rivalry ultimately culminated in the tragic murders of both Tupac and Biggie. Tupac was shot in Las Vegas on September 7, 1996, after a violent altercation with Orlando Anderson, a known gang member, and died six days later. Less than six months later, on March 9, 1997, Biggie was gunned down in Los Angeles after attending a party. Both murders remain officially unsolved, although recent developments, including the indictment of Duane "Keefe D" Davis in connection with Tupac's death, have revived hope of uncovering the truth. The legacies of Tupac and Biggie continue to influence hip-hop, serving as stark reminders of the violent cost of fame and the dangerous intersection of music, street life, and power.(commercial at 11:54)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Bridget, Caitlin, and Hilda are finally getting around to covering "Quicksilver," book 1 in Callie Hart's Fae & Alchemy series. And since book 2 "Brimstone," comes out November 18, now is the perfect time to listen and refresh your memory on what the book is about, and whether or not Kingfisher should be on your book boyfriend list.  Join our Patreon for exclusive behind-the-scenes content and let's be friends!Instagram > @Booktokmademe_podTikTok > @BooktokMadeMe

Diddy may be sitting in a cell after his criminal conviction, but his real problems are only just beginning. The civil cases stacked against him—ranging from assault and trafficking to racketeering—are like financial grenades waiting to explode. Prison might have taken his freedom, but the lawsuits are coming for his wallet, reputation, and empire. With his income frozen, legal bills soaring, and plaintiffs lining up, Diddy faces a perfect storm of financial destruction. Every civil case uses his conviction as leverage, every filing drains more money, and every new accusation keeps his name in the headlines. He can't charm or intimidate from behind bars, and the “Bad Boy” image that once made him untouchable is now his biggest liability.While he fights appeals and clings to what's left of his empire, the civil courts are dismantling everything he built. Revolt TV's crumbling, his business partners have cut ties, and his assets are being targeted from every direction. Even if he wins a few cases, the cost of defending them could ruin him. Bankruptcy won't save him, since most of these claims can't be erased, and the IRS and creditors are already circling what's left. In the end, the criminal sentence may prove easier than the long, slow bleed of civil court—where Diddy's money, legacy, and reputation will be stripped away piece by piece until there's nothing left but the shell of who he used to be.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Diddy may be sitting in a cell after his criminal conviction, but his real problems are only just beginning. The civil cases stacked against him—ranging from assault and trafficking to racketeering—are like financial grenades waiting to explode. Prison might have taken his freedom, but the lawsuits are coming for his wallet, reputation, and empire. With his income frozen, legal bills soaring, and plaintiffs lining up, Diddy faces a perfect storm of financial destruction. Every civil case uses his conviction as leverage, every filing drains more money, and every new accusation keeps his name in the headlines. He can't charm or intimidate from behind bars, and the “Bad Boy” image that once made him untouchable is now his biggest liability.While he fights appeals and clings to what's left of his empire, the civil courts are dismantling everything he built. Revolt TV's crumbling, his business partners have cut ties, and his assets are being targeted from every direction. Even if he wins a few cases, the cost of defending them could ruin him. Bankruptcy won't save him, since most of these claims can't be erased, and the IRS and creditors are already circling what's left. In the end, the criminal sentence may prove easier than the long, slow bleed of civil court—where Diddy's money, legacy, and reputation will be stripped away piece by piece until there's nothing left but the shell of who he used to be.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com

Whitney Phillips, Grammy-nominated songwriter and member of the ensemble cast of the Netflix show Hitmakers, talks about life as a modern-day pop writerPART ONEPaul and Scott dive into the idea of a "perfect song" and discuss some examples of songs they think just might fit into that elusive category.PART TWOOur in-depth conversation with Whitney PhillipsABOUT WHITNEY PHILLIPSWhitney Phillips is a Grammy-nominated songwriter and vocal producer known for her genre-blurring versatility and sharp pop instincts. Originally from Seattle and now based in Los Angeles and Nashville, she has spent over a decade shaping global hits and collaborating with some of the world's most iconic and emerging artists—including Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber, Jennifer Lopez, Teddy Swims, Selena Gomez, Anderson .Paak, John Legend, NeedToBreathe, Lil Wayne, Christina Aguilera, Fifth Harmony, Kylie Minogue, Bebe Rexha, and Celine Dion. She co-wrote the Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 single “Stuck with U” by Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande—the first major hit to emerge from the pandemic era and a groundbreaking proof of concept that chart-topping songs could be written entirely over Zoom. She also contributed “Love U Different” to Bieber's Justice, which earned a 2022 Grammy nomination for Album of the Year. In 2019, her song “Bad Boy” with K-pop powerhouse Red Velvet made history as the first K-pop track to debut on Spotify's New Music Friday U.S. playlist, marking a pivotal moment in the genre's global crossover.A proud member of the Recording Academy and a vocal advocate for songwriters' rights, Whitney has spoken on Capitol Hill, testifying in support of creators and playing a key role in the fight to uphold increased streaming royalties for songwriters. She is also a member of the cast of the Netflix show Hitmakers, which follows an ensemble cast of elite songwriters as they travel the world attending writing camps for today's biggest artists—offering an inside look at the stories, stakes, and creative alchemy behind the hits.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

The judge slams down the gavel on Sean 'Diddy' Combs' fate; he's sentenced to 50-months in prison...as the music mogul's mercy pleas fail in court. But the "freak off" king's legal battles are far from over! Jennifer Gould reports. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot celebrate 50 years of Patti Smith's “Horses” with a classic album dissection. They also review the new album by Margo Price.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:Patti Smith, "Gloria," Horses, Arista, 1975The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967Margo Price, "Don't Let the Bastards Get You Down," Hard Headed Woman, Loma Vista, 2025Margo Price, "Red Eye Flight," Hard Headed Woman, Loma Vista, 2025Margo Price, "Wild at Heart," Hard Headed Woman, Loma Vista, 2025Margo Price, "Love Me Like You Used to Do (feat. Tyler Childers)," Hard Headed Woman, Loma Vista, 2025Margo Price, "I Just Don't Give a Damn," Hard Headed Woman, Loma Vista, 2025Patti Smith, "Free Money," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith & Lenny Kaye, "Ballad of a Bad Boy," 25974, Mer, 2006Patti Smith, "Piss Factory," Piss Factory (Single), Mer, 1974Patti Smith, "Hey Joe," Hey Joe (Single), Mer, 1974Ramones, "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue," Ramones, Sire, 1976Television, "Little Johnny Jewel," The Blow Up, ROIR, 1982Patti Smith, "Distant Fingers (Demo)," Land (1975-2002), Arista, 2002Them, "Gloria," Gloria (Single), Decca, 1974Patti Smith, "Redondo Beach," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith, "Birdland," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith, "Kimberly," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith, "Break It Up," Horses, Arista, 1975Jim Morrison & The Doors, "An American Prayer / The End," An American Prayer, Elektra, 1978Patti Smith, "Ask the Angels," I Never Talked to Bob Dylan, Stoned, 1977Patti Smith, "Land," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith, "Elegie," Horses, Arista, 1975Patti Smith, "My Generation," Horses, Arista, 1975TV on the Radio, "Wolf Like Me," Return to Cookie Mountain, 4AD, 2006See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.