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The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

"I rented my property out to HAP tenants and they caused over €12k worth of damage"... On this episode of the Podcast - we hear from two landlords... one who was stung by 3 different HAP tenants and says they cannot be trusted with private property.. This episode is a real eye opener

From the Probabilities Archive: Joe R. Lansdale, in conversation with Richard Wolinsky and Richard A. Lupoff, recorded August 2, 1994 during the author tour for the Hap and Leonard novel, “Mucho Mojo,” recorded in the KPFA Studios. Joe R. Lansdale writes a broad spectrum of fiction, from his successful Hap and Leonard series of noir mysteries, to fantasy and horror short fiction, to western novels and short stories, as well as a variety of genre mash-ups. His latest Hap and Leonard mystery, Hatchet Girls, according to Wikipedia, is the 27th in that series. There are forty non-series novels, plus over forty short story collections, including the most recent to date, In the Mad Mountains, stories inspired by H.P. Lovecraft. There are five books in his Drive-In series, three in his Ned the Seal series, plus various chapbooks. He's also written for television and film, including episodes of Love, Death and Robots, and a Hap and Leonard TV series, which ran on AMC+ for three seasons, starting in 2016. A new interview coming soon.       The post Joe R. Lansdale, Prolific Genre Author (Part One: 1994 Interview) appeared first on KPFA.

Send us a textSteve Marchese has worn a number of hats along the way. He started off with a small company before his 2nd venture that landed him in the Wall Street Journal, Time, People, and Fortune magazine! All of that has led to his current endeavor as CEO of Lightstim!Steve and Hap talk all about Red Light Therapy! They discuss the benefits, the struggle to get approvals, how to use it, and what it can do for you!There is a lot to be learned and lots to take in! This is a must listen for all that want to look, feel, and live a better and healthier life!!!Steve has extended a 10% Discount for anyone or business that wants to get started on RED LIGHT Therapy by using promo code KINGHAP through the holidays!!!!!Check out Lightstim and take advantage of the 10% discount here! Code KINGHAPhttps://lightstim.com/Follow lightstim on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/lightstimThis episode was recorded live on the network infront of Happy Hour V.I.P.sIf you want to be part of the live tapingsfollow us on Twitchhttps://m.twitch.tv/thehappyhourscorwww.TheHappyHourSocialClub.comAS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY OATMEAL CREAM PIE PROTEIN! Save 30% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/KINGHAPLiquid I.V.WOW..... SUGAR FREE LIV ENERGY!!!https://glnk.io/koyv/kinghap*PROMO CODE KINGHAP SAVES 25%

U nedelji koja će ostati upamćena po sramoti, analiziramo najmučnije scene iz Srbije. Dok jedna majka, Dijana Hrka, sama i dostojanstveno traži pravdu ispred Skupštine, država odgovara organizovanjem skupa u Ćacilendu - muzičkog festivala bez trunke empatije. Pretresamo kako je masovni protest u Novom Sadu doveo do istorijskog "izvinjonjo" momenta Aleksandra Vučića i zašto to izvinjenje nije potrajalo ni 24 sata. Ekipa Njuza pokušava da pronađe logiku tamo gde je odavno nema.

A message from Anastasia:For anybody who ventures outside, may you always remember that the beauty you seek in the wilderness is simply a reflection of the good that exists within YOU. Hap-pee trails, friends!" - AnastasiaEpisode Description:Part 1 of 3, The Trail That Started It All: Anastasia, Founder of Kula ClothBefore she created one of the most talked-about pieces of backpacking gear on the market, Anastasia was just another hiker chasing sunsets, trail miles, and the quiet lessons the outdoors has to offer.In this first part of our 3-part series, Anastasia opens up about her hiking and backpacking journey, from her very first trip and the moment she fell in love with the backcountry, to the adventures that tested her limits and shaped the way she sees the world.She even shares a hilarious story about a desperate backcountry moment that led to her “borrowing” toilet paper from a fellow hiker, a story that might just have planted the first seed for what would later become Kula Cloth.We talk about the trails that left a mark on her heart, the humbling days that taught her resilience, and how those experiences inspired the creativity and innovation behind one of the most unique gear brands in the outdoor world.Whether you're new to the trail or thousands of miles in, this conversation will remind you why we hike, not just for the views, but for the laughs and lessons along the way.Subscribe now so you don't miss Parts 2 and 3 of this inspiring (and hilarious) series!

There was a fall in the number of rental properties available within the Housing Assistance Payment (HAP) limit in September, with the latest Locked Out of the Market report from the Simon Communities showing just 24 rental properties were available under HAP limits across 16 areas last month. That's a 25% drop since June, with only 11 areas offering no HAP housing at all. Dublin accounted for 21 of the 24 HAP eligible homes found nationwide, while Sligo and Leitrim had the lowest number. But what does the situation look like here in Clare? To find out more, Alan Morrissey was joined live on the line by Niall Garvey, CEO of Midwest Simon.

Keith Maguire, former Housing Assistance Payment recipient, discusses his experience of the market as a report highlights a shortage of properties within HAP limits.

Send us a textSABR Seymour Medal Winner, National Book Critics Circle Award Finalist, New York Times Notable Book Of the Year Winner, Time Magazine Top 10 Book Of the Year winner, and NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLING AUTHOR, Jane Leavy joins King Hap to talk about her career, Baseball, and NEW BOOK........”Make Me Commissioner, I know whats wrong with baseball and how to fix it!”On the eve of the World Series, King Hap calls in the Closer!! Jane joins Hap to Talk MLB, rule changes, Old school vs New school, and much much more!!!In the amazing career of Jane Leavy, she has seen and covered it all from baseball to the Olympics. She has been given so many awards and is just so much fun to talk to. Hap and her could have went on for hours!!This episode is a must listen for any baseball fan!!!Follow Jane on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/leavy5943?Check out her websitehttps://janeleavy.com/Pick up her new book https://a.co/d/5dLsPirThis episode was recorded live on the network infront of Happy Hour V.I.P.sIf you want to be part of the live tapingsfollow us on Twitchhttps://m.twitch.tv/thehappyhourscorwww.TheHappyHourSocialClub.comAS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY OATMEAL CREAM PIE PROTEIN! Save 30% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/KINGHAPLiquid I.V.WOW..... SUGAR FREE LIV ENERGY!!!https://glnk.io/koyv/kinghap*PROMO CODE KINGHAP SAVES 25%

Je ziet ze pas tot ze tevoorschijn komen: de trechterspin wacht in zijn holletje (dat eruit ziet als een soort trechtertje) tot een prooi langskomt. Die spin vangt zijn eten dus niet met een plakkerig web, maar gebruikt zijn web als een soort deurbel. Bij beweging loopt er een prooi langs. Hap!

Many people are at risk of being evicted and made homeless after the Government's announcement this week that it will exempt small cabin homes on family land, such as back gardens, from planning rules…The plan has come too late for Andrea's guest, who demolished his timber chalet-style home last month. Brendan McDonagh from Brittas lost an eight-year battle to keep a timber chalet-style home he built on his parents' land in Brittas, in the foothills of the Dublin mountains. He was fined €2,000 in the District Court.Brendan and his family did not qualify for HAP, and built their log cabin as a place for him, his wife and two children to live.Since the demolition, their friends have rallied around them to set up a GoFundMe for the family.Brendan joins Andrea to discuss, as well as Town Planner Derek Whyte.

Non ci sono mai abbastanza storie scritte da Joe R. Lansdale con protagonisti i nostri due adorabili minchioni Hap e Leonard.Stavolta i nostri non indagano sugli orrori del loro amato/odiato Texas ma piuttosto decidono di trascorrere una tranquilla giornata percorrendo il viale dei ricordi."Hap & Leonard-Sangue e Limonata" è un romanzo mosaico sull'infanzia, l'adolescenza e pure la vecchiaia dei nostri investigatori improvvisati preferiti.

Diverse Voices Book Review host Hopeton Hay interviewed Joe Lansdale, author of HATCHET GIRLS, his 14th Hap and Leonard mystery novel. In this podcast episode, Joe Lansdale discusses his prolific writing career, the inspiration behind the Hap and Leonard series, and how his personal experiences and the unique setting of East Texas shape his storytelling.Joe R. Lansdale is the author of nearly four dozen novels, including Rusty Puppy, the Edgar-award winning The Bottoms, Sunset and Sawdust, and Leather Maiden. He has received nine Bram Stoker Awards, the American Mystery Award, the British Fantasy Award, and the Grinzane Cavour Prize for Literature. He lives with his family in Nacogdoches, Texas.Diverse Voices Book Review Social Media:Facebook - @diversevoicesbookreviewInstagram - @diverse_voices_book_reviewX - @diversebookshayEmail: hbh@diversevoicesbookreview.com

Send us a textSeason 4 kicks off with a bang!!!   John J. Lennon joins King Hap during his 24th year into his 28-years-to-life sentence inside The Sing Sing Correctional Facility! The guys talk about what landed John in prison, MURDER, DRUG SALES, GUN POSSESSION and more!!!   John has since reformed himself and has become the most accomplished prison journalist in the country. His book, "The Tragedy of True Crime Four Guilty Men & The Stories that Define Us" hits bookstores on Sept 23rd! Hap read this book cover to cover and loved every page!Hap also asks the questions about the murder he commited, standing 2 trials, life in Sing Sing, & his plans for when he is a free man. (Eligible for parol in 2029)Check out John's Website https://johnjlennon.net/Check out John's event at Harvardhttps://www.harvard.com/event/john-j-lennonThis episode was recorded live on the network infront of Happy Hour V.I.P.sIf you want to be part of the live tapingsfollow us on Twitchhttps://m.twitch.tv/thehappyhourscorwww.TheHappyHourSocialClub.comAS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY THE NEW CREATINE GUMMIES! Game Changer!!! Save 25% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/?aff=364

U najnovijoj epizodi Njuz Podkasta EP203 zaranjamo u epicentar haosa: otkriven je tajni plan Aleksandra Vučića za gašenje N1 i Nove S! Detaljno analiziramo ekskluzivni snimak koji je objavio KRIK i pitamo se da li je ovo kraj slobodnih medija u Srbiji. Pored toga, vraćamo se na uzavreli avgust i proteste "Srbija protiv nasilja". Komentarišemo najbizarnije trenutke – od Vučićeve povrede na staklu i tuče naprednjaka u Veterniku, do viralnih scena sa momkom sa fajtalicom. Zaranjamo u fenomen "Ćacilenda", analiziramo hapšenje Tome Mone i Vesićevu bolest, i ne zaobilazimo sramotu sa pismom Gardijanu. Na kraju, bavimo se opasnim napadom vlasti na Univerzitet i Filozofski fakultet i Đukinom idejom o pobedi "stranačke pešadije".

Naseer Memon comes back on TPE to discuss the floods in GB/KP, the rains in Karachi, the development models in Pakistan, issues of governance, population control, housing, elite capture and more.Naseer Memon is a development professional and a consultant on climate change induced natural disasters, community resilience and public policy.Mr. Naseer Memon is the Chief Executive of Strengthening Participatory Organization (SPO) and the Chairperson of National Humanitarian Network (NHN). Mr. Memon is a renowned development professional, who has been working with prominent organizations in humanitarian and development sector, academia and corporate sector of Pakistan for more than 15 years. Mr. Memon has represented NHN on various important forums nationally and internationally i.e. Humanitarian Country Team (HCT), World Humanitarian Summit (WHS) Network of Southern NGOs etc. He has also remained a member of the Review Committee of Central Emergency Response Fund of UNOCHA. Mr. Memon remained as a Member on the Technical Group for the development of a Core Humanitarian Standard and coherent standards architecture. The Group is convened by HAP, People In Aid and the Sphere Project on the development of a Core Humanitarian Standard (CHS) and a coherent standards architecture for the sector.The Pakistan Experience is an independently produced podcast looking to tell stories about Pakistan through conversations. Please consider supporting us on Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceTo support the channel:Jazzcash/Easypaisa - 0325 -2982912Patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceAnd Please stay in touch:https://twitter.com/ThePakistanExp1https://www.facebook.com/thepakistanexperiencehttps://instagram.com/thepakistanexpeperienceThe podcast is hosted by comedian and writer, Shehzad Ghias Shaikh. Shehzad is a Fulbright scholar with a Masters in Theatre from Brooklyn College. He is also one of the foremost Stand-up comedians in Pakistan and frequently writes for numerous publications. Instagram.com/shehzadghiasshaikhFacebook.com/Shehzadghias/Twitter.com/shehzad89Chapters:0:00 Introduction1:30 Climate Change, Development and Floods17:47 Katchi Abadis, housing crisis and over-population 23:48 What is development? Different models of development36:00 Elite Capture and Governance 41:00 Roadmap to fixing Pakistan and Disaster Management48:37 Dam and Water Scarcity 53:52 Audience QuestionsJoin this channel to get access to perks:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC44l9XMwecN5nSgIF2Dvivg/join

Main Topic:  How to Write a Book That Grows Your Business and Honors Your Spirit (Help soul-led entrepreneurs see how writing a book can amplify their work without losing authenticity or feeling salesy.) PATREON: Thank you to our existing patrons for believing in our work offline and here in the podcast.  Become a patron of the arts at Patreon.com/valerieihsan for books, writing instruction, coaching, and planning. Also, the Planner Plays and Monthly Reflections are always free for all members on my Patreon page. But I don't list them as Public", so click correct tier for updated links, dates, and cancellations.  Go to Patreon.com/strangeairstories for short stories in the paranormal mystery genre.   Magic Mind Mental Performance Shot and Sleep Shot. Up to 48% off your first subscription or 20% off one time purchases with code VALERIE20 at checkout You can claim it at: https://magicmind.com/VALERIE20   Segment 1 (Announcements/Author Updates): (Valerie): I've been getting a lot of hits from the universe in the form of repeated messaging that I need to triple down on the the learning in public. I just can't wait until my life and mission statement is perfect before I show up online with a lesson neatly tied with a bow. First, that just prevents me from posting anything. Second, I'm hearing a lot lately that people aren't looking for gurus anymore. They don't want perfection. They can't relate to that. They want to watch the messy middle, and when I heard that (again), the realization hit. I write memoirs about how I got through something and what I learned along the way. I read memoirs so that I can see how they got through something. I want to be inspired by watching (reading) them pull themselves out of the mire and accomplish something difficult, because I want to do that too. "We just want to see real women figuring it out." (Tatyana Gosh) So, I'm going to start really showing up online with the messiness of humanity, and without the lessons already learned. My goal is everyday on IG. A reel, post, or story. Preferably multiples. • I met with colleague yesterday, another coach, and she said something that I immediately wrote down: If I show up imperfect, that doesn't mean bad. I've been so focused on trying to rewrite my limiting belief around perfection = professional, that I didn't take it a step further. Why do I think that if I'm imperfect, I'm bad? Side note: "Who doesn't like a badass woman?" (Tatyana Gosh) (Erick):  What are you reading? Valerie: Just finished:   The Let Them Theory: A Life-Changing Tool That Millions of People Can't Stop Talking About (Mel Robbins) Creative Act (Rick Rubin) and Anne Abel's new book High Hopes (out in September .. She'll be on the podcast again in October). (Not ready to give up on them, but struggling to finish them:) Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman; The Year of the Puppy (Alexandra Horowitz) ;  The Teller of Small Fortunes Julie Leong  Erick:  Devil in a Blue Dress (Walter Mosely); Hap and Leonard (stories) (Joe Lansdale)   Segment 2 (Resources/Tips/Tidbits): Tidbit #1:  Tidbit #2:    Segment 3 (Main Topic):   Notes: The problem with traditional “business book” advice Focused on funnels, not fulfillment Often strips the soul from the message Too rigid for creative, intuitive entrepreneurs “If the book reads like a sales page, it's probably not honoring the deeper mission.” What it really means to write a soul-aligned book that supports your business The book becomes a bridge between your inner truth and outer impact Writing from your why positions you as an authority with depth—not just expertise “People buy from those they connect with. Your book is a bridge, not a billboard.” Ways your book can grow your business authentically Builds credibility + trust with aligned clients Deepens your brand story and your core message Expands your reach without burnout (your book travels when you can't) “You're not marketing. You're storytelling. And that's magnetic.”   Let your business offer inform your book—not dictate it Use client patterns and questions to uncover themes Let your unique framework or transformation process shape the content (not just regurgitate) Bonus: You may create your next offer through writing the book Writing How-To Books (Three Story Method series) Avoiding the trap of performance Write with your audience in mind, not for their approval Let go of “shoulds” and write from soul-led service • Examples of what alignment looks like in practice Including rituals, reflections, or creative practices in your book Speaking directly to your dream client as if you're in sacred conversation Closing encouragement: You don't have to choose between success and soul. Your book can hold both. The more you write from your essence, the more magnetic your business becomes “When you write to be liked, you dilute your magic.” Project Runway fails are usually because they didn't stay "true to themselves as a designer" and it show.  

Main Topic:  From Reserved to Ravishing: Writing Spicy Scenes That Still Feel True to You (with guest HR Cole) PATREON: Thank you to our existing patrons for believing in our work offline and here in the podcast.  Become a patron of the arts at Patreon.com/valerieihsan for books, writing instruction, coaching, and planning. Also, the Planner Plays and Monthly Reflections are always free for all members on my Patreon page. But I don't list them as Public", so click correct tier for updated links, dates, and cancellations.  Go to Patreon.com/strangeairstories for short stories in the paranormal mystery genre.   Magic Mind Mental Performance Shot and Sleep Shot. Up to 48% off your first subscription or 20% off one time purchases with code VALERIE20 at checkout You can claim it at: https://magicmind.com/VALERIE20   Segment 1 (Announcements/Author Updates): (Valerie): no go on a workshop I pitched; working to get quotes for shipping companies (it's not as straight forward as I thought); thinking about content and documenting our trip and the prep of it (memoir) (Erick):  What are you reading? Valerie: Just finished:  Creative Act (Rick Rubin) and Anne Abel's new book High Hopes (out in September .. She'll be on the podcast again in October).  The Let Them Theory: A Life-Changing Tool That Millions of People Can't Stop Talking About (Mel Robbins) (Not ready to give up on them, but struggling to finish them:) Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals by Oliver Burkeman; The Year of the Puppy (Alexandra Horowitz) ;  The Teller of Small Fortunes Julie Leong  Erick:  Devil in a Blue Dress (Walter Mosely); Hap and Leonard (stories) (Joe Lansdale) Hope (H.R. Cole):  Into Thin Air (John Krakauer) Segment 2 (Resources/Tips/Tidbits): Tidbit #1:  Tidbit #2:    Segment 3 (Main Topic):   Notes: H.R. Cole is a Pennsylvania native who completed her first (handwritten) fantasy novel at the age of twelve. She's remained an avid writer and has one published middle grade novel and a successful health journalism career. Cole lives with her husband, dogs, and cats in mountainous Upstate New York.   www.hrcole.com   http://www.instagram.com/hidden.gems.books    Plot where it goes, and the choreography of the scene, what are my non-negotiables? Use it showcase character traits that show up in intimate times. What do I want to portray in this scene?   1. Goal (character development) (ex: kindness? Make a list of how to showcase kindness.)  2. True to self 3. True to character (make a list of words that are appropriate)(Are they seasoned lovers or innocent?)   Fight scenes and sex scenes have some similarities. Common mistakes: Boring, gloss over, not relevant   What makes a good sex scene? Humanize the character Describe details without words that shock you or take you out of the story. Natural. Aligned with personal experience.   Don't feel the speed bump going into the scene.   Follow the Golden Rules of writing just as you would in any other scene. Use the same language in the spicy scenes as the rest of the book.   Shorter sentences in action scenes. Sure. But use the same type of language.   Go through the process of char dev for a reason. Know your character. It pays off when you get to the more complicated scenes (fight, action, sex). Inherent traits. Did I stay true to this character? Did I learn something about a character? Nice place to set up the psychology of a character. Vulnerable scenes are where we learn about the character. Character insight no where else.   What about flashbacks in the scene? (Sentence of thought, convey emotions/doubt)   Getting feedback on spicy scenes: assess the comfort levels of critique partners, warn ahead of time, what's the best way to send this to you. Make it part of your group culture.    Romantasy (fantasy with a strong romantic plot); The Chalice and the Blade series (romantic fantasy)(instead of fantastical romance); tough marketing term because romantasy doesn't necessarily have an HEA.   Spice levels up front in marketing copy. Keywords: romantic fantasy    Be proud of your sex scenes. It's okay to explore it.   And don't forget: Go to valerieihsan.com to schedule a free consultation to see if Aligned Author is right for you.   Get 48% off the Magic Mind : https://magicmind.com/VALERIE20 and use Valerie20 at checkout. #magicmind #mentalwealth #mentalperformance   Find Us:   Valerie's Linktree: https://linktr.ee/valerieihsan (Find Passion Planner discount codes here.) Erick's Linktree link: https://linktr.ee/erickmertzauthor

In this episode of The Psychedelic Podcast, Paul F. Austin speaks with Mariah Gannessa, founder of Four Visions, a plant medicine platform rooted in sacred reciprocity and indigenous partnership.  Find full show notes and links here: https://thethirdwave.co/podcast/episode-317/?ref=278 Mariah shares her decade-long apprenticeship with the Inga people of Colombia and her journey creating Four Visions as a reverent bridge between Amazonian healing traditions and modern seekers. The conversation explores the Four Visions of the Yahé tradition, the nuances of cultural appropriation vs. cultural exchange, and the responsibilities of Western entrepreneurs engaging with indigenous medicines. Mariah also discusses how Four Visions reinvests in indigenous communities and why the concept of sacred reciprocity is central to her mission. Join Paul F. Austin and Mariah Gannessa on August 21st at 10am PT / 1pm ET for Hapé 101 for Practitioners, Coaches & Guides, a free live webinar hosted through the Psychedelic Coaching Institute. Whether you're new to hapé or looking to deepen your practice, you'll gain practical, respectful guidance on working with this sacred Amazonian snuff—personally and professionally. Mariah Gannessa has spent the last decade immersed in the healing cultures of the Amazon and has dedicated her life's work to the plants and indigenous peoples of the rainforest. Her healing journey during her decade-long apprenticeship in study and service with the Inga tribe of Putumayo was a catalyst for her evolution as an entrepreneur, philanthropist and musician. Mariah acts as a bridge in the sharing of plant medicines with the world in order to support humanity's healing. She is the founder of Four Visions, a global leader in supporting indigenous communities through direct commerce partnerships, donations, and sponsoring charitable initiatives. In partnership with her teacher, world-renowned healer and Ingano Botanist, Taita Juanito, she founded MAGIC Fund, spearheading projects to preserve the Amazonian peoples, their cultures, and lands. Her work in service is fully inspired by a vision to leave a legacy of a better Earth for future generations. Highlights: How the Four Visions of Yagé shape healing Redefining sacred reciprocity in a globalized world A Western entrepreneur's path through plant medicine apprenticeship Why cultural exchange is not always appropriation The role of reverence in spiritual entrepreneurship Bridging Amazonian wisdom with Western healing needs Building a mission-driven e-commerce platform Plant allies for the heart, grief, and dreaming Remembering ancestral wisdom in a disoriented world The medicine path as both business and spiritual devotion Episode Links: Four Visions MAGIC Fund Hapé 101 for Practitioners, Coaches & Guides Episode Sponsors: Psychedelic Coacing Institute's Intensive for Psychedelic Professionals in Costa Rica - a transformative retreat for personal and professional growth. Golden Rule Mushrooms - Get a lifetime discount of 10% with code THIRDWAVE at checkout

The Fool's last days with Fitz pass in thoughtful silence as Fitz reflects on his choices. The Fool departs for Buckkeep and Fitz is morose. Hap finds his way back home with hard news and Fitz thinks about borrowing money from Chade. When he is packed, a messenger comes with an urgent scroll.  We're reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, book 1 of the Tawny Man Trilogy in The Realm of the Elderlings.

We got a great one today, someone I've wanted to have on the show since year 1. Jim  Mickle is in the house. Jim is a director and writer, known for his bold genre-blending style. After graduating from NYU's film program he made his directorial debut with the micro‑budget horror Mulberry Street (2006), followed by the vampire western Stake Land (2010). In 2013, he released his unsettling family cannibal remake (that legit gave me nightmares) We Are What We Are. Jim then ventured into noir-thriller territory with Cold in July (2014), starring Michael C. Hall and Don Johnson before transitioning to television by co-developing and directing SundanceTV's Hap and Leonard (2016–2018). He then created, produced, and directed the Netflix fantasy series Sweet Tooth (2021–).Jim has built a career on doing things his own way — often by learning things the hard way, but always with heart, vision, and grit.In this episode, Jim dives deep into the evolution of his career — from his early days making guerrilla style films to becoming a Netflix show runner. He discusses how he learned to navigate the TV industry, the painful transition from indie DIY to studio systems, and how the business has transformed for filmmakers over the last 20 years. He also gets into his longstanding mentorship with Larry Fessenden and much more on this very special episode of The Nick Taylor Horror Show.Key TakeawaysSet the Date — Make a Movie.Human psychology is complicated, but sometimes it's very simple. Just the act of picking a shoot date can mean everything. The moment you schedule a day to film something, your mind orients toward a tangible goal and the idea of filmmaking stops being a vague “someday” idea and becomes real, scheduled, and tangible. In 2005, Jim and his longtime collaborator set a hard deadline by which they'd start shooting something—even if it was just the two of them filming in a kitchen. That commitment led to Mulberry Street, a gritty, ultra-DIY feature shot in their own neighborhood with friends and minimal gear. It may not have been perfect—but it was finished. And it launched Jim. Sometimes, all you need to launch a career is a simple commitment in your Google Calendar.Find Your Fessenden.Larry Fessenden—who's been on this show in one of my all-time favorite episodes—is a prolific creator and mentor. Jim credits him as a key figure in his career and someone he reached out to early on for advice. That connection evolved into a long-standing creative partnership: Larry went on to produce several of Jim's films and helped him navigate both the craft of filmmaking and the maze of Hollywood. More than just a collaborator, Larry became a guiding presence—part mentor, part indie godfather—who shaped Jim's growth as a filmmaker. Every filmmaker stands to benefit from a relationship like that. So reach out to that filmmaker you really admire because you never know what may happen.Slow and Steady Wins the Race.After four indie features, Jim transitioned to television gradually — starting with Hap and Leonard (which nearly crushed him) before eventually helming Netflix's Sweet Tooth. That slow progression helped him adapt to larger crews, higher stakes, and network politics without losing his creative voice or burning out. Each project taught him how to scale. Jim warns against trying to move too fast.In the Nat Geo documentary Jaws at 50, Spielberg talks openly about the PTSD he experienced from making Jaws. For years afterward, he'd visit the Universal lot and climb into the actual Orca boat and cry—literally to cry out the trauma he'd been carrying from the experience. He even had nightmares for half a decade. And while the grueling experience of making Jaws turned him into Spielberg, that...

Hap Gill takes us on a fascinating journey from his early days "bashing the Nash" to becoming a pioneer in comprehensive dentistry and communication. With characteristic honesty, he shares how a transformative experience at the Pankey Institute opened his eyes to occlusion and patient care, whilst his unexpected background as a dating coach revolutionised his approach to patient communication.From team management crises to clinical breakthroughs, Hap reveals the mindset shifts that transformed both his practice and his patients' lives, proving that being brave enough to step outside your comfort zone can lead to extraordinary results.In This Episode00:01:45 - Early career struggles and "bashing the Nash"00:05:00 - Discovery of the Pankey Institute00:07:00 - First day revelation: "Design your ideal day"00:08:40 - Born brave or shaped by upbringing?00:09:20 - Growing up in Hounslow with teacher father00:11:45 - Privilege and parenting perspectives00:17:40 - Career advice: Communication trumps clinical skills00:23:25 - Dating coach secrets applied to dentistry00:34:35 - Team management crisis: Three resignations in one week00:40:30 - Blackbox thinking00:49:45 - Clinical stories and treatment philosophy00:57:20 - Occlusion aha moments: Anterior guidance revelation01:06:25 - Biggest case: RTA patient reconstruction01:11:05 - Best lecture ever01:16:25 - Fantasy dinner party01:21:40 - Last days and legacyAbout Hap GillHap Gill qualified as a dentist in 1991 and spent his early years working in NHS practice before discovering comprehensive dentistry through the Pankey Institute. Based in Richmond, he runs a private practice focused on restorative dentistry, occlusion, and exceptional patient communication. Known for his innovative approach to treatment planning and team management, Hap combines clinical excellence with business acumen, drawing from diverse experiences including an unexpected stint as a dating coach.

Midwest Simon is calling for the Ukrainian Offer a Home scheme to be extended to all citizens in Ireland. The Simon Community's latest Locked Out of the Market report has found there are just 32 properties available across 16 study areas nationwide within the limits of the Housing Assistance Payment. In Ennis, there are just two properties available to rent, neither of which is within HAP limits. CEO of Midwest Simon Niall Garvey has been telling Clare FM's Seán Lyons the Government isn't treating the housing situation as a crisis.

Mike Allen, Director of Advocacy with Focus Ireland, discusses home building figures, HAP reform and apartment sizes.

Fitz and Hap settle into their summer routine but with more interest to save money for the boy's apprenticeship. At the market, they meet Jinna, a hedge-witch, and an offer of hospitality at Fitz's cottage is extended. Hap leaves on a money-making journey, Jinna visits the cottage, and a secret is inadvertently revealed.  We're reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, book 1 of the Tawny Man Trilogy in The Realm of the Elderlings.

Fitz heads back to his cottage to speak with Starling and confront her. They argue but put it aside to speak of the political issues embroiling the Six Duchies regarding the Old Blood and Wit. Restating that he is done laying with her while she is married, Fitz sparks Starling's anger. She lashes out at both Fitz and Hap on her way out.  We're reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, book 1 of the Tawny Man Trilogy in The Realm of the Elderlings.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

From Chade's visit, Fitz has become a bit restless. He has taken it upon himself to do a bunch of chores around his cottage until Starling and Hap come back. When they do, Hap doesn't seem very pleased. Fitz and Starling get reacquainted, and he sneaks out at night to talk to his boy, Hap. Fitz finds out about Starling's secret and dreads the future confrontation.  We're reading Fool's Errand by Robin Hobb, book 1 of the Tawny Man Trilogy in The Realm of the Elderlings.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Craig and Jose talk about his company, Aztlan Herbal Remedies, and the path he took to become an indigenous herbalist. Then we all participate in a Hapé ceremony!Get your tickets now for The Woopsie Daisy Tour! - https://punchup.live/craigconantFollow Jose!IG - https://www.instagram.com/aztlanherbalremedies/TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@indigenousherbalist/Website - https://www.aztlanherbalremedies.com/Buy his stuff! (Delivery throughout the United States)Follow Craig!TikTok - https://tiktok.com/@craigpconant/IG - https://instagram.com/craigpconant/Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/craigpconant/Merch - https://craigconantstore.com/Shout out to Trace Minerals for their clean products:https://www.traceminerals.com/Small Business Plugs: Need a natural, holistic facial or some Ayurvedic healing?Contact Cynthia at Ritual Skin and Soul:https://instagram.com/livecynplyayurveda/https://instagram.com/ritualskinandsoul/Check out Brian Johnson's Art!He did the 3 Skeletons Skateboards + The New Podcast Studio:https://www.instagram.com/brianjohnsonstudios/Kettlebells South Bay - https://www.instagram.com/kettlebellssouthbay/PV Coin Exchange - https://palosverdescoinexchange.com/Deadlight Visions Graphic Design - https://instagram.com/deadlightvisions/Donny Honcho's Healthy Pet Products - https://linktr.ee/localdogdaddySwank Hank's Handmade EDC - https://swankhanks.com/Glitch Pudding, Acrylic Artist - https://instagram.com/glitchpudding/Hoobs Glass Art - https://www.hoobsglass.net/The Pet's Choice Animal Groomers - https://www.instagram.com/thepetschoice_wilmington.ca/Craig's Holistic Doctors:Dr. Jay - https://www.instagram.com/100yearsjay/PBC Health - https://www.instagram.com/pbchealthwellness/Robert Kiyosaki - Liabilities to Assets - https://youtube.com/watch?v=A8vD_XO0vUUHealing affirmations:Emmet Fox - Prayer Is Not A Way Of Asking, But Of Receiving - https://youtu.be/Tf4yVNtMOgw?si=fQGIg-SGgbF8nBuSLouise Hay - https://youtu.be/lz16YqpWkz4Wayne Dyer - https://youtu.be/44ImQV46lF4Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life - https://youtube.com/watch?v=14JxE7i0EPcLouise Hay Sleep Meditation - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mz8bHR4o7E0Craig's favorite healers:Esther Hicks (AKA Abraham Hicks)Joe DispenzaBruce LiptonDr. SebiAlso shout out to these light workers giving out that lost knowledge:Dr. Delbert BlairDolores CannonSantos Bonnaci

L'arrivée des beaux jours rime souvent avec barbecue. Mais derrière ce plaisir convivial se cachent des risques pour la santé, bien documentés par la recherche médicale.Le principal danger réside dans la formation de composés chimiques toxiques lors de la cuisson à haute température. Lorsque les graisses de la viande fondent et tombent sur les braises, elles génèrent de la fumée. Cette fumée contient des hydrocarbures aromatiques polycycliques (HAP), substances classées cancérogènes probables par le Centre International de Recherche sur le Cancer (CIRC). Ces HAP se déposent ensuite sur les aliments.De plus, la cuisson de la viande à des températures élevées entraîne la formation de amines hétérocycliques (AHC). Ces molécules se créent lors de la réaction entre les acides aminés et les sucres présents dans la viande. Elles sont elles aussi considérées comme cancérogènes.Mais ce n'est pas qu'une théorie. Une étude majeure publiée en 2005 dans la revue Cancer Epidemiology, Biomarkers & Prevention par le Dr Kristin Anderson, épidémiologiste à l'université du Minnesota, a suivi plus de 62 000 femmes. Résultat : celles qui consommaient régulièrement de la viande bien cuite au barbecue avaient un risque de cancer du sein augmenté de 54 % par rapport aux femmes qui en consommaient peu ou pas.Les risques concernent aussi d'autres cancers : colorectal, pancréas, prostate… Plusieurs études épidémiologiques ont montré une corrélation entre une consommation fréquente de viande grillée et une augmentation de ces cancers.Autre point préoccupant : les HAP ne se contentent pas d'augmenter le risque de cancer. Ils peuvent aussi avoir des effets sur le système cardiovasculaire et entraîner des inflammations chroniques. Quant aux AHC, ils peuvent endommager l'ADN des cellules, un mécanisme clé dans le développement tumoral.Faut-il pour autant bannir le barbecue ? Pas nécessairement. Il est possible de réduire ces risques en adoptant quelques précautions :éviter de carboniser les aliments,cuire à une température plus modérée,mariner la viande, ce qui réduit la formation d'AHC,privilégier les légumes grillés, beaucoup moins concernés par ces composés toxiques.En résumé, la cuisson au barbecue expose à des substances cancérogènes connues. La recherche médicale, comme l'étude de l'université du Minnesota, démontre que leur consommation répétée augmente significativement le risque de cancer. En adaptant ses pratiques, on peut cependant continuer à profiter de ces moments en limitant les dangers. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for May 21, 2025 is: hapless • HAP-lus • adjective Hapless means "having no luck." It's a synonym of unfortunate. // The documentary follows a hapless victim of false allegations. See the entry > Examples: "The New York Yankees had a nice, feel-good return to their spring training home this weekend by beating up on the hapless Tampa Bay Rays." — Kristie Ackert, Athlon Sports, 19 Apr. 2025 Did you know? Hapless means exactly what you'd expect it to mean: "without hap"—hap being another word for fortune or luck. Hap comes from the Old Norse word for "good luck," which is also the source of happen and happy. English has several words to describe those lacking good fortune, including ill-starred, ill-fated, unlucky, and luckless, a word formed in parallel to hapless by adding the suffix -less. Ill-starred suggests bringing calamity or the threat of a terrible fate ("the ill-starred year the Great Depression began"). Ill-fated refers only to being doomed ("the ill-fated voyage of the Titanic"). Unlucky and luckless usually apply to a person or thing notably or chronically unfortunate ("an unlucky slots player," "some luckless investors swindled in the deal"). Hapless is often imbued with a touch of pity, humor, or both for those to whom it refers, as in "a hapless goalie who couldn't block a shot to save his life."

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

Dy ndër aktorët më të njohur e të dashur të humorit, Visjan Ukcenaj dhe Cubi Metkaj, vijnë së bashku në një Entertainment Show si asnjëherë tjetër. “Hap Ç'ju” vjen në Top Albania Radio me plot risi dhe humor, me të ftuar në studio njerëz të thjeshtë të përditshmërisë sonë, personazhe jo VIP. Nuk do të mungojnë telefonatat me personazhe të ndryshme nga dy aktorët tanë të humorit. “Hap Ç'ju” sjell aktualitetin, argëtimin, të qeshurat, si dhe gafat nga emisionet e ndryshme në televizion, ashtu siç nuk i keni parë ndonjëherë.

On this episode Jeff told us how he'd to spend over €16,000 to repair damage to his rented property after HAP tenants destroyed it on two occasions. He believes landlords should have the legal right to refuse to take HAP tenants.

Naseer Memon comes on The Pakistan Experience to discuss why Sindh is protesting the new Canal Project and why there should be no more new canals on Indus.On this deep dive podcast, we discuss the new six canals, the Cholistan Canal Projects, Water Availability, the Indus River System, Water Dispute with India, Karachi's issues, Mangroves, History of Resistance in Sindh, Kalabagh Dam, Sukkur barrage and more.Naseer Memon is a development professional and a consultant on climate change induced natural disasters, community resilience and public policy.Mr. Naseer Memon is the Chief Executive of Strengthening Participatory Organization (SPO) and the Chairperson of National Humanitarian Network (NHN). Mr. Memon is a renowned development professional, who has been working with prominent organizations in humanitarian and development sector, academia and corporate sector of Pakistan for more than 15 years. Mr. Memon has represented NHN on various important forums nationally and internationally i.e. Humanitarian Country Team (HCT), World Humanitarian Summit (WHS) Network of Southern NGOs etc. He has also remained a member of the Review Committee of Central Emergency Response Fund of UNOCHA. Mr. Memon remained as a Member on the Technical Group for the development of a Core Humanitarian Standard and coherent standards architecture. The Group is convened by HAP, People In Aid and the Sphere Project on the development of a Core Humanitarian Standard (CHS) and a coherent standards architecture for the sector.The Pakistan Experience is an independently produced podcast looking to tell stories about Pakistan through conversations. Please consider supporting us on Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceTo support the channel:Jazzcash/Easypaisa - 0325 -2982912Patreon.com/thepakistanexperienceAnd Please stay in touch:https://twitter.com/ThePakistanExp1https://www.facebook.com/thepakistanexperiencehttps://instagram.com/thepakistanexpeperienceThe podcast is hosted by comedian and writer, Shehzad Ghias Shaikh. Shehzad is a Fulbright scholar with a Masters in Theatre from Brooklyn College. He is also one of the foremost Stand-up comedians in Pakistan and frequently writes for numerous publications. Instagram.com/shehzadghiasshaikhFacebook.com/Shehzadghias/Twitter.com/shehzad89Chapters:0:00 Introduction1:30 What are the six canals?5:25 Understanding the Cholistan Canal Project7:48 Water availability10:00 Understanding the indus River System19:24 Water dispute with India24:20 Quality of Water and Manchar Lake31:48 Canals ka issue Karachi ka bhi issue hay42:00 Kya Pani Samandar mai Zaya hojata hay?47:09 Mangroves55:30 Why does the state not care about Sindh?1:00:05 Sindh Card wala propaganda kyon maan leyte hain log?1:06:00 Why is there such a history of resistance in Sindh?1:20:00 Zardari, PPP and the future of this canal project1:25:45 Political alternatives to PPP in Sindh1:28:00 Kalabagh dam1:33:00 Indus Water Treaty1:36:30 Potential Solutions and Alternatives1:42:00 Sukkur Barrage1:45:12 Audience QuestionsJoin this channel to get access to perks:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC44l9XMwecN5nSgIF2Dvivg/join

In this episode, I will introduce you to the best ways to find more qualified leads.   You will learn the Who, Why, When and How to find more qualified leads.   The question is, what is the most effective way to achieve this goal? Most of you would reply that getting referred is the first step, and yes, that's true. I will refer to these referrals as introductions. The next question I have for you is, do you ask for those introductions?   I have to share the statistic that only 11% of salespeople ask for referrals, and 91% of customers are willing to give them.   Sales professionals are always looking for strategies to give them a competitive edge. Leveraging introductions can help you get in front of the decision-maker faster. Let's dive into why and how to earn those introductions so we increase that 11% of us asking to a higher percentage.   Why Introductions Matter Introductions play a pivotal role in building trust. When clients recommend meeting you, they lend their credibility and experience to your offering, creating a bridge of trust between your business and potential customers. This trust often translates to higher conversion rates and faster closing times. The Impact on Revenue Introductions are not just about leads but about sustained sales growth and financial gain. Top sales professionals understand this and actively cultivate relationships that lead to introductions. Incorporating this strategy into your sales process increases your opportunities to do business with others with a shortened sales cycle. Building Strong Relationships Authentic relationship-building is a cornerstone of successful sales. Sales professionals must go beyond making a sale and focus on providing value and creating experiences clients want to share. This respectful art, which requires authenticity, empathy, and exceptional service, is the key to benefiting from introductions.     Give Before You Receive One key point is to give before receiving. I encourage you to introduce others in your network without immediate expectations. This builds goodwill and strengthens relationships, making others more inclined to return the favor.   How by Leveraging Technology  Platforms like LinkedIn are one way to find leads and nurture relationships that result in those introductions. Optimizing your LinkedIn profile and actively participating in professional networks can enhance visibility and establish connections that lead to more opportunities. Marketing Your Message Marketing your message is another crucial component of introductions. It's important to communicate what problem you are solving for your current clients. Sharing content with your network that can benefit them helps establish you as an expert in your industry.     When -Schedule The Time The best way to gain more introductions is to schedule time on your calendar to identify those key opportunities. Meet someone for coffee, lunch, or a Hap y Hou. Every day, schedule time on your calendar to see where someone you know can introduce you to someone you can help. It's at least worth a conversation. I don't know if we are fit, but it might be worth a 10-minute conversation to see if I can help.   Introductions are a game-changer. Introductions can be more effective as more people search for ways to grow their income. By building genuine relationships, leveraging platforms like LinkedIn, and marketing your message, you can unlock the true potential of introductions.   My challenge for you this week is to set an Introduction goal. Challenge another co-worker or your team to seek one introduction a day or a goal for the month. Tracking your progress can keep you engaged.     Do me a favor; if someone can benefit from this, share it with them. Let's spread the inspiration and knowledge within our sales community.   I'll see you in the next episode.   Connect with Lisa: https://www.linkedin.com/in/lisathal/ http://threewordmeetings.com http://threewordpodcast  

On maybe the most fun episode of the live chat, King Hap has a lot of questions about MLB, UFC, WWE , BOXING, FITNESS, & a lot more…Hap also gets a lot of questions from the VIP Chat room who are always listening and participating LIVE! Be sure to give it a listen!This episode was recorded live on the network in front of Happy Hour V.I.P.sIf you want to be part of the live tapingsfollow us on Twitchhttps://m.twitch.tv/thehappyhourscorwww.TheHappyHourSocialClub.comAS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY OATMEAL CREAM PIE PROTEIN! Save 15% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/?aff=364Liquid I.V.WOW..... NEW MOCKTAILS!!!

It is that time of the year!!!   FANTASY BASEBALL SEASON!!!!King Hap and Taco go position by position to help you prep for your own drafts! King Hap is a multiple time fantasy champion and is featured on Fantasy Sports talk weekly. Hap gives his SLEEPERS and his annual "KING HAP STAY AWAY ORDERS" as well.Taco a HHSC board member is a cohost on Wednesday nights live sports programming and holds multiple championships in all fantasy sports and formats!The guys gather with the VIPs in the chat room and break it down like ONLY THE HAPPY HOUR SOCIAL CLUB CAN!AS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY OATMEAL CREAM PIE PROTEIN! Save 15% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/?aff=364Liquid I.V.WOW..... NEW MOCKTAILS!!!

Top healthcare leaders from HAP, Independent Health, Johns Hopkins Health Plans and Prealize Health explore how predictive analytics and artificial intelligence (AI) revolutionize risk management and care delivery. The discussion delves into real-world applications of AI-driven predictive analytics to enhance patient engagement, improve outcomes, and reduce costs. Learn how leading health plans use AI to identify high-risk populations earlier, optimize care pathways, and improve patient outcomes. If you're interested in the future of healthcare innovation, this is a must-listen! Key Takeaways: How health plans are leveraging AI to transition from segmentation to personalization The role of unified data lakes in driving insights and improving member experiences Real-world examples of AI in chronic disease management, risk stratification, and end-of-life care The power of AI-driven predictive models in enhancing underwriting accuracy How Generative AI is transforming customer service and operational efficiency Our expert panel includes: Bethany McAleer – Chief Actuary & Chief Analytics Officer, Johns Hopkins Health Plan Amin Serehali – SVP & Chief Data & Analytics Officer, Independent Health Mike Treash – SVP & COO, Health Alliance Plan Dean Noble-Tolla – Chief Product Analytics Officer, Prealize Health https://www.brightspotsinhealthcare.com/events/predictive-analytics-proactive-healthcare-leveraging-ai-to-transform-risk-management-and-care-management/ This episode is sponsored by Prealize Health Founded by two industry thought leaders from Stanford University and through continuous partnership with Stanford, Prealize is a leading provider of AI-driven predictive analytics and insights to health plans, specialty care management companies, healthcare technology companies, employers, and providers across the nation. Committed to transforming healthcare from reactive to proactive, reducing healthcare costs and enabling more people to live healthier lives, Prealize and its partners positively influence the health trajectory of millions of people. www.prealizehealth.com

On This episode of the live chat, King Hap has a lot of questions about NFL coaching moves ,NFL Playoffs,  all Sports , fitness and some combat sports. Hap also gets a lot of questions , as always from the VIP Chat room listening and participating LIVE! Be sure to give it a listen!This episode was recorded live on the network infront of Happy Hour V.I.P.sIf you want to be part of the live tapingsfollow us on Twitchhttps://m.twitch.tv/thehappyhourscorwww.TheHappyHourSocialClub.comAS ALWAYSThe Happy Hour is brought to you by the official Top Shelf Alcohol of the Happy Hour!CLEARWATER DISTILLERY https://shop.clearwaterdistilling.com/PROMO CODE KINGHAPSAVES 10% and free shipping over $100OLD SCHOOL LABSAmazing Supplements made for Amazing people!TRY OATMEAL CREAM PIE PROTEIN! Save 15% site wide with promo code Kinghaphttps://shop.oldschoollabs.com/?aff=364Liquid I.V.WOW..... NEW MOCKTAILS!!!