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DESCRIPTION:Getting one over your teachersI Don't Get It: Flying a PlaneGuess the SongF'd Up Families: RhiannonLINKS:Follow us @lukeandsassyscott on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tiktok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get involved in the podcast by sending in your voice notes to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@lukeandsassyscottpodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ on InstagramCREDITS:Hosts: Luke O'Halloran and Scott O'HalloranProduction: EarsayProducer: Mike Liberale (Podcast Mike Media)Manager & Sales: Mushroom Group

On the show today, Glen Powell hosted Saturday Night Live this weekend, and he brought along a surprise guest to cement his ‘underdog’ status.Plus, The Golden Bachelor finale took place this week, and we need to discuss that beautiful and nightmare-ish filming location. Plus, we are only just now learning about the fallout of the finale, and what happened next.And Meghan Markle has tipped off a publication about why she asked Kris Jenner and Kim Kardashian to delete pictures of her from their Instagram grids, as the drama between these famous women escalates, we think we know what’s really causing it.WHAT TO LISTEN TO NEXT?Meghan Markle’s Surprise Role, The Golden Bachelor Scandal & Sydney Sweeney’s Box Office Disaster. Listen on Spotify or Apple.THE END BITS Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Ksenija Lukich Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Full episode of Label Spill out now at https://www.patreon.com/whitecentipedenoiseTaylor is back to talk shop about the challenges and solutions of running an international underground distro in 2025, including tariffs complications in the USA, packaging tips, buying second hand collections, and much more. Label Spill is an ongoing series on WCN TV focusing on the behind the scenes of running a noise label.Label Spill is an ongoing Patreon exclusive series about behind the scenes of running a noise label.https://screamandwrithe.com/Support the show

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Let's talk about a moment you'll face in entrepreneurship the opportunity that pays, but doesn't align. You know the feeling, it's money you could use, but something just doesn't sit right.We'll explore why your resistance to a "good opportunity" is actually your higher standards speaking, how to discern between decisions that are risk-calculated versus fear-based, and the true cost of accepting things below your standard (spoiler: it's not just about the money). I'll also share how entrepreneurs are alchemists who can turn any experience into profit—and why that means we get to be selective about what we accept.Key Topics Covered:Why resistance to an opportunity might mean your standards have levelled upThe trade-off trap: what you're really saying no to when you accept below-standard workHow to know if an opportunity serves your vision or drains your energyThe difference between fear-based decisions and discernment-based decisionsThree framework questions to ask yourself before accepting ANY opportunity • Why saying no is actually a declaration of your valueThe entrepreneur's secret weapon: turning experiences into content and profitRisk tolerance and the freedom that comes with strategic patienceReal-world example: the workshop with a $100 budget vs. your $500 speaking feeTIMESTAMPS:0:00:00 - Intro: The Opportunity Dilemma0:01:00 - You're Being Tested as You Level Up0:02:00 - The Real Question: Why Does This Not Feel Right?0:03:00 - The Burnout Trap: Loving How Every Dollar is Made0:04:00 - The Past Self vs. Expert Self: Setting Standards0:05:00 - Risk Tolerance & the Power of Saying No0:09:00 - The Decision Framework: Three Questions to Ask Yourself0:11:00 - The Real Story: Why Discernment Matters More Than Desperation

The Time Riders: Part 8 A Date With Death. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Into the pit. Domitia was brought through the streets, which were lined with huge crowds watching her somberly. She was attended by at least twenty soldiers, who walked in silence around her. Accompanying them were her former sister Vestals and the Pontifex Maximus, one of the greatest priests in Rome and head of the state religion. It was he who ultimately was in charge of the Virgins, both choosing them and stripping them of their office if the need arose. He walked ahead of her, his face grave. Domitia wore a simple white tunic now, but all other signs of her former life were gone. Her magnificent braids were undone, and her brown hair hung down her back shamefully. The colors she'd been allowed to wear were missing. In times past, disgraced Virgins had been excoriated, possibly just beaten with a rod, but now, in the height of mighty Rome's power, the punishment was death, for endangering the city. But no one was insane enough to spill the blood of a Vestal Virgin, disgraced or not, so her execution was not so direct. She would be sent underground into a small chamber, with a stock of food and supplies, and locked in there until she starved to death, or succumbed to sickness. They weren't killing her, per se; she was merely shunned until she died. Such was the way of Imperial Rome. Her condemnation and pronouncement of her fate had already been declared, at the beginning of this long walk, meant to be a show of penitence before the face of all Rome. And as humiliated and crushed as she was, her foremost thought was about Bonosus, and his magnificent cock. Even now, being led through the streets, her cunt was wet and ached to feel him buried inside her. Before she knew it, they had arrived at their destination, a small area in the north of the city, with a plot dug into the ground. Stopping at its edge, she looked down inside; the walls were lined with wood, probably to prevent a collapse, and there seemed to be a small stool and a cot within. She heard hysterical sobbing from nearby, and turned her head to see her mother, her birth mother, Pompeneia, weeping from behind the barricade of guards and calling out to her. Domitia's heart ached for a moment, but then she turned her gaze back to the den prepared for her. Her fate was sealed. She glanced over to look at her sister Vestals, but they refused to look at her, staring ahead resolutely. She could see tears in dear Silla's eyes, though; she had hurt the Sisterhood badly, and this was how she was to pay for it. So be it. With all the dignity she could muster, Domitia swallowed her fear and stepped forward, turning and climbing down the ladder, descending roughly ten feet until she reached the earthen floor. There were small candles burning on some stone surfaces, allowing for dim light. She looked upward, and the last thing she saw was the face of the Pontifex Maximus looking down at her, his expression unreadable, before a heavy door was slammed down and locked, cutting off all light and all sound from above. She shuddered at the sound, her stomach twisting in knots. She knew that there was no way out. The door would be weighted, and guards set outside for weeks, to prevent anyone from trying to rescue her. Despite her fear, she looked around, noting the small amount of food supplies left for her, and a small, narrow hole dug in one corner where she was to relieve herself. It wouldn't do to have a Vestal Virgin stinking of shit, even a disgraced one, and even in death. The silence was almost terrifying. She slumped into the small chair left for her, shivering and biting her lip as she felt that her cunt was still wet, the sticky lips parting slightly as she spread her legs. Thoughts of Bonosus returned to her, and she couldn't help but reach down beneath her tunic and begin rubbing her fingers over herself. The fear she felt melted away as she tickled her throbbing clit and teased her warm nether lips. Domitia closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. If she was to die in this hateful place, it would be while cumming, thinking of that magnificent cock, spurting inside her one last time; The wall opposite her creaked and opened, the stout wooden boards pulling away. Domitia almost yelped in shock, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She stared in astonishment as a tall blonde woman came inside, carrying a torch. Following her was Nanu, a slave-girl that Domitia would have sworn belonged to her parents. "Well, hello, Domitia," the blonde woman said, smiling at her. "I'm Lady Aurora Horatia, Bonosus' mistress. Are you ready to get out of here?" Domitia nodded, but then paused, reconsidering as her fingers plunged in and out of her molten cunt. "Can you; give me just a moment here?" the former Virgin asked sheepishly. Into the Arena. Mark winced and squinted as the great gate opened, allowing light to flood into the dark tunnel. The grinding and heaving of the gears that moved the iron-reinforced barriers echoed loudly, and his heart pounded in anxiety. He was almost hyperventilating, and he could feel the blood racing through his veins. Maybe taking the adrenalin tab he'd finally found stashed behind a loose brick wasn't such a good idea. And no instructions, either. He reminded himself to punch himself in the face when he saw himself again. Hey, at least he knew he survived. He felt himself shoved roughly out into the arena, looking around in bewilderment as tens of thousands of people all shouted and jeered at him. Part of the huge stadium was cast into shadow because of the giant canvas awning that covered a full third of its seating and the arena in the center. He thought it was called the Velarium, but he wasn't sure. The roaring noise of the crowds hurt his ears, and he felt dizzy. The tab's effects apparently hadn't evened out in him yet. Maybe he should have taken it earlier? Wearing his itchy burlap loincloth, a rope belt, sandals and nothing else, Mark wandered slowly toward the center of the sandy field, his cudgel in hand. The echoing sounds of the crowd were maddening, and he felt almost dizzy. What was the purpose of this damn tab, anyway? Guards approached him. His urge was to run, but where would he go? Trembling, he stood his ground and waited for them. One of them grabbed him roughly and spun him about to face something, shoving him to one knee. Mark gasped, but then looked up and paused. On the other side of the giant stadium, sitting in a shaded box, was a man wearing purple, surrounded by guards and other dignitaries. It had to be the Emperor. The most powerful man in the world. If only he knew which one it was. Maybe he could've gotten an autograph. He chuckled bitterly at his joke, but the guard holding him told him to shut up and slapped him across the back of the head. Mark's eyes snapped open and fury flared through him. He surged to his feet and his shoulder-block knocked the guard backwards, to the astonishment of the audience. The guard and another one nearby drew their weapons and were about to kill him, when trumpets blared from all around the perimeter of the Colosseum. Mark looked around warily, seeing the reaction of the crowds as the two guards withdrew. Drums sounded out now, and more trumpets. He looked over at the emperor, his eyes going wide as he noticed a familiar, stunning blonde woman in a seat next to him and watching Mark with a smirk. Kneeling beside her was Nanu. "Jesus, Becky, there's a million people in Rome; how many did you fuck?" he muttered, scowling. He heard the gates clanking open again and spun to face them, his heart racing again. From the dark tunnel strode a stout, bald man wearing leather armour on his shoulder and a metal-studded skirt, carrying a shield and wielding a small axe. "What is this, fetish night at the Colosseum?" Mark complained loudly as the man began to run toward him. Mark braced himself, watching warily. His earlier anxiety was being replaced by anger, and a desire to either flee or fight. He'd just trust to his adrenalin and hope that his future self knew what the Hell he was doing. The gladiator ran up and swung at Mark, who ducked and came up behind his foe. Before the man could turn, Mark struck him across the back of the head with his cudgel. The man crashed to the ground face-first. The crowd was yelling in outrage and astonishment. Apparently, that wasn't supposed to happen. The man showed no signs of rising, merely stirring feebly and groaning, a huge goose egg rising on the back of his head. Hastily, Mark leaned down and pulled the round wooden shield off the man's arm and pried the axe from his grip. He stood up, trying to control his breathing. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked around, making sure no one was approaching him from any other direction, but nobody seemed to be forthcoming. Where was his next foe? It dawned on him that he hadn't been expected to last beyond this first fight. They were probably scrambling to figure out what to do next. Doubtless they'd be finding another gladiator to throw at him. He chanced a glance up at Becky, but she sat still, simply watching him. He didn't blame her; she was supposed to have turned on him, after all. He did notice that she was keeping one leg crossed over the other and bouncing her thighs subtly. Maybe the hormones weren't completely out of her system yet. Or it could have just been normal horny Becky. Who knew at this point? A few seconds later, the gates on another section of the concave wall that surrounded him opened slowly, and out strode a tall man, wearing only a loincloth like himself and greaves, but carrying a weighted net in one hand, and a trident in the other. "Trident!" Mark exclaimed to himself, remembering. "That's what those fucking things are called! Now I can; Hey!" Mark had gotten distracted and only barely jumped out of the way of the retiarius, who thrust his trident, trying to skewer his foe. Mark angrily struck at the man's head with his axe, but he raised the haft of the weapon to block and Mark's axe broke on it. The crowd cheered wildly as it saw what happened. Mark stared dumbly at the splintered handle of his weapon, the iron head missing entirely, having spun off to land in the dust several inconvenient feet away. "What the shit?" Mark shouted angrily as he dodged another attack, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. The trident's tines glanced off the face of his shield, coming perilously close to ripping open his side. "You mean I can't kill anyone? I'm timelocked from killing someone, even if they're trying to kill me?" He dodged again and scrambled for his cudgel, lying next to the first man he'd knocked unconscious. The man he was fighting was quick, though, and lunged in, jamming his weapon forward and trying to impale Mark through his stomach with it. Mark blocked with the shield, shuddering in panic as he felt the tines burst through the wood and punch out the back side, dangerously close to his belly. But the trident was caught now, and now the two men wrestled back and forth desperately, with the retiarius trying to free his weapon and Mark doing everything he could to prevent that exact thing. Suddenly he realized that he was doing exactly the wrong thing, and simply let go of his shield. The gladiator now held his trident awkwardly, weighed down as it was by the shield embedded on it, and with no safe recourse to get it back. He flailed at Mark with the weighted edges of his net, threatening to break smaller bones if he got in too close. Mark dashed for the cudgel again, and this time his opponent couldn't quickly follow him. Mark picked it up and tried putting the man on the defensive, skirting around him, looking for an opening to strike. The man glared at him balefully, swinging the net if Mark got too close. He's not armored and he can't use his weapon; Mark reminded himself. He flung his cudgel at the gladiator's face and surged in while the man was trying to block the unexpected projectile. His trident was weighted down with Mark's shield, so he was using the net frantically to avoid being struck. Mark plowed into the man and took him down to the ground, using his advantage in height and weight. His foe wheezed as he landed hard on his back, beginning to thrash as Mark straddled his chest and pummeled at him. A lucky punch got through and Mark snapped his foe's head to the side with a right across the jaw. He went to sleep. The crowds were shouting again angrily as Mark stood, recovering his stupid club and taking the man's net, since the shield was wrecked, and the trident was no use since he apparently wasn't allowed to kill anyone. How did time lock know, anyway? He bent over, trying to control his breathing and his pulse. His head was spinning again from the anxiety. What the Hell was his future self thinking, leaving that damn tab to use? What sort of advantage and futuristic superpower was panic? You're pumping adrenalin; it makes runners faster, it makes them run longer; it makes people stronger in a crisis; He opened his eyes and stood, turning around and looking at the thousands upon thousands of people who hated him. Fuck those people. He turned and looked at the emperor and held the weighted net in the air, scowling at the sovereign. "That all you got, asshole?" he shouted, feeling himself get angrier and more aggressive with every moment. Becky could barely hear what Mark was yelling over the noise of the crowds, but she shifted somewhat uncomfortably when she felt the mood of the man next to her darken. "So that's how he wants to play it, hmm?" muttered the emperor, resting his cheek against his hand. "Uppity thing, this boy of yours, Lady Horatia." "Oh, he is no longer mine, great emperor; this behavior, reprehensible as it might be, is unknown to me. Please dispose of the upstart as you see fit," Becky replied, knowing better than to be perceived as defending Mark. "You can count on that, my lady;” he replied, nodding absently as he made some vague motion to a signaler. "If you will excuse me, sire, I must depart for a moment," Becky said, trying to not sound urgent. The emperor looked at her quizzically for a moment: "You would miss his doom?" She made a show of blushing: "His life and death mean nothing to me now, but all this excitement has undone me, sire. I must go and relieve myself, because it wouldn't do to piss myself in your presence." "Very well, then," he said, nodding. "But try to be back soon." Becky stood and bowed before exiting the emperor's spectator box, taking Nanu with her, pulling her along by the wrist. "My lady, is now a good time to see to such functions?" asked the Egyptian girl as she followed the blonde woman. "Is Bonosus not in great danger? I thought you meant to rescue him." "I can't rescue him sitting next to that pompous ass, now can I?" Becky hissed as she strode down one of the hallways. "And keep your voice down; I don't want people to know what we're doing." "Sorry, mistress," Nanu replied, blushing. She allowed herself to be dragged along for several seconds before asking her next question. "What are we doing, exactly?" "You'll see soon enough," Becky said grimly, her blue eyes flashing as she pushed through the throngs of people in the hallways that ran around the length of the Colosseum. "I hope you wore your cock-sucking lips today;” The huge man lumbered towards Mark; he was well over half a foot taller than Mark, and a whole lot heavier. Beneath his layer of fat, he was obviously muscular and very strong. He carried a shield in one hand, a wicked sword in the other. His loincloth was made of tough leather, covered in metal studs. His wide belt was also braced with metal. His right arm was protected from shoulder to wrist by a cauldron and gleaming steel plates. On his head was an intimidating helmet, the face mask looking like something out of "Mad Max: Fury Road," with a peaked top that sported what looked like a curved metal blade or sail. It looked like he was wearing a can opener on his head. "Fuck;” Mark whined to himself as he stood his ground, trying to figure out how he was going to keep from getting killed. He held his cudgel and his net, trying to look threatening, but the gorilla coming at him didn't seem to care. He jumped out of the way as the Samnite slashed with his sword. He tried to move in, but was sent flying backwards when the gladiator suddenly slammed the front of his shield into him. Landing on his back, Mark only had a split second to roll out of the way as the point of his foe's sword drove down into the dirt where'd he'd only just been. He kicked at the man's leg, but it held, and he scrambled away, looking to put some distance between them. "Hey, Jason Voorhies!" he called out, waving his club in the air. "Over here, candy-ass!" The gladiator turned his head to look at him while trying to wrench his blade from the hard-packed earth. He finally did so and stood upright, rolling his shoulders and striding forward again. He slashed with his blade, but Mark dodged once again and then threw his net over his foe. The Samnite got caught in it, but didn't go down, trying angrily to remove it. Mark jumped on his back and began hammering away with his stupid little club. The giant staggered about, flailing wildly to dislodge his smaller foe. The jeering from the crowd was punctuated with increasing amounts of laughter at this ridiculous spectacle. Mark hung on for dear life with one arm wrapped around the man, his other hand whacking away at the foe's helmet. But his own net was preventing the blows from being fully effective, despite the metallic ringing of his strikes. Unable to reach the pest on his back or use his weapons, the huge man simply fell backwards, hoping to crush Mark. It wasn't graceful, and it wasn't pretty, but it did stun Mark long enough to stop him from hitting his foe with his cudgel. "Oh fuck;” Mark wheezed as the Samnite rolled off him and struggled to get up while removing the netting. Mark slowly crawled away, shaking his head to stop the world from spinning. The jellied tissue that was once his lungs was on fire, and strained to get oxygen circulating through him. He heard his foe growl in frustration, and then he felt himself getting grabbed by the scruff of the neck and the back of his loincloth before being hauled completely off the ground; The crowd went wild as the gladiator threw Bonosus bodily to the ground, as if trying to crush his bones with the impact. He picked him up again and dashed him to the hard-packed earth, having given up on removing the net. Mark protected himself from the slams as best he could, but it wasn't helping much, given the strength of the man who was mauling him. The fourth time getting slammed to the ground was about Mark's limit, and the world had become nonsense around him; everything sounded like it was being played in drunken slow motion. His vision swam, and he really just wanted to take a damn nap. He shook his head trying to clear it, remembering that Becky had bought him time, so he'd best not waste it getting rag-dolled by this shit stain. While the Samnite was reaching down for him, Mark managed to roll onto his back and kicked up, hard, between the gladiator's legs. His foot found the man's crotch, and while the force of the blow was lessened by the net's interference, his foe still groaned, and his knees bent. Mark kicked again, and then once more, having finally staggered his foe. The man sank to his knees, holding his crotch. Mark couldn't see his face, but he was obviously in a great deal of pain. Mark staggered to his feet, ignoring the crowd's jeers and screams, focusing only on his foe. The gladiator was now protecting his crotch with his hands, so Mark couldn't kick him there, so he slammed the bottom of his foot into the larger man's chest, knocking him on his back, where he lay moaning. Mark stamped on his crotch for good measure. "Stop, dammit!" wailed the man. "Quit kicking me in the cock!" "Fuck you!" Mark spat, scowling. His chest was on fire and his entire body throbbed in pain. "You were trying to kill me, fuckface! Why should I give a shit what you think?" "I'll stop, I'll stop!" the man pleaded, writhing under the net and totally at Mark's mercy. "Just don't wreck my cock, I was gonna fuck tonight!" "Yeah, right," Mark sneered. "Who were you gonna fuck?" Mark spun as he heard an ululating war cry, and his eyes widened as he saw a woman running toward him, carrying a whip in one hand and a sword in the other. Her spiked hair was wet with blue woad paste, and her eyes were mad with battle lust. "Her;” the Samnite indicated. Becky and Nanu were both on their knees, mouths bobbing back and forth on the cocks of the men they had leaning back against the wall, groaning and pumping their hips. Neither of the men could believe their luck; they thought this would be another boring day for measly pay. From up here, they couldn't even see the action down in the arena well. Sulus and Catullus, two former merchant marines, were charged with keeping the Velarium in place during the spectacles. Their extensive experience with canvas sails made them ideal for this tedious but essential work. At least, that's what they were told, despite the thirty asses a day they received proclaiming otherwise. So imagine their good fortune and delight when this patrician woman and her slave-girl happened to wander on up, espy the two men, and offer to suck their cocks, without even charging them anything! Talk about Saturnalia in Quintilis! Nanu moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of the cock she was sucking on, holding it by the base of the shaft, her eyes closed. This seemed like an odd time to be doing something like this, but Lady Aurora had been quite firm that it was part of the plan. So be it. Besides, that strange little patch her new mistress had affixed to the skin under her arm was making her so horny right now. Kneeling beside the slave, Becky's free hand reached out and took hold of Nanu's, giving it a squeeze. They continued pushing their wet mouths along the lengths of the throbbing shafts, both girls getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment. Nanu pulled her mouth off the cock for a moment, sucking in air and breathing heavily as she massaged it with her tiny hand. Her face was flushed as she looked over at her new mistress, her eyes glazed with desire. Becky nodded her assent. Nanu stood quickly and lifted the long trails of her garment, exposing her ass and cunt to the man she'd been servicing. She turned around and leaned back against him, squirming her ass against his cock, making him moan loudly. With great need, she grabbed hold of his tool and speared herself down on it, sighing loudly before beginning to wiggle back and forth on him, shivering as he slid in and out of her. Becky rose to her feet soon after, moving around to face Nanu and leaning forward, with her hands on the slave-girl's shoulders and looking into her eyes. The marine got behind Becky and gripped her hips, pushing inside her. Becky moaned into Nanu's mouth as she kissed her, their tongues tangling hungrily while their tits squirmed and rubbed together. The men held tight and fucked the two women as hard as they could, looking to cum as quickly as possible. Hips smacked against asses and moans grew louder. Becky and Nanu now panted through an open-mouthed kiss, their hands groping one another in need. The Egyptian girl pressed back as hard as she could on the cock she was impaled on, while Becky ground in eager circles, yearning for release. Seconds later they were wailing into one another's mouths, shuddering in ecstasy as the men groaned and began pumping cum inside their wanton pussies. Becky and Nanu were relentless, milking the men for all they were worth, until they slumped to the stone floor, almost insensate from the orgasms these strange women had given them. Straddling the marines now, and facing into one another, Becky and Nanu continued kissing and fondling, even as they moved slowly up and down on the rigid poles they'd been fucking. "Umm, mistress;” Nanu said dreamily, lost in Becky's blue eyes. "I know, my love," Becky murmured, giving Nanu many light kisses on the lips, as if she was unable to help herself. "But we must; smooch; get ready to; do our part; smooch; and rescue Mark;” Nanu pulled back from the kiss and looked up in confusion. "Mark?" "Bonosus," Becky corrected herself, waving it off. "I'll explain later. Now help me get ready;” The crowd was howling with laughter as Mark ran around the arena in a panic, chased by the gladiatrix, who cracked her whip at him, screeching for him to get his ass back there so she could kick it. Mark didn't need oppositional defiance disorder to ignore her demands. The tip of that whip was cracking awfully close behind him. The Samnite he'd downed earlier grunted and flopped down again as Mark stamped on his back while running over him. "Don't try to get up, asshole, you promised!" Mark shouted angrily. "If you do, I don't care if she's trying to kill me, I'll come over there and kick you in the balls so hard you'll be spitting them out!" "Okay! Okay!" the man shouted back, lying on his stomach and waiting. "But I hope she catches you and rips your skin off to wear as a cloak!" "Oh, go sit on a Doric column!" Mark grumbled, deking to the left to try to throw her off. At this point, the crowd was chanting something, what he could only Assume Was Her Name "Achilleia! Achilleia!" "What is that, Latin for Psycho Hose-Beast?" Mark complained loudly, noticing that he had not gained any ground on his foe. He only had the stupid cudgel, whereas she had a wicked sword and a goddam whip. He had the distinct impression he couldn't tire her; she had the look of a woman on a murder mission; her eyes were wild with bloodlust, the scream escaping her lips singing of his gory doom. "She's the greatest female gladiator in Rome!" called out the Samnite, still watching from his confines beneath the net. "She's been more than a match for many men who have fought her!" "Singing my praises doesn't get you more cunt than normal, Rullus!" Achilleia snapped, still chasing her quarry. Gods, this slave could run! Pity she had to kill him, he was well-built and had a great ass! She pressed harder, now swiping with her sword, since using her whip slowed her down some. Like most gladiators, she was wearing little armour, only leather greaves, a leather loincloth, an abbreviated leather cuirass that exposed her midriff but held her tits in place, and a leather cauldron and brace on one arm. A steel fillet around her forehead glittered with glass beads, off-setting her wild blue death-hawk hair. She whooped in triumph as the tip of her sword tore open the back of his loincloth and it fell away, leaving Mark completely exposed as he fled for his life. The crowd was laughing hysterically again. "Dammit, I hate freeballing when I'm running!" he shouted angrily, grimacing as his balls slapped around his thighs. "You have no idea how uncomfortable this is!" "Stop running then, coward!" Achilleia taunted, enjoying the view even as she tried to kill him. "I only offer the bliss of death! One red kiss of my blade across your throat, slave, and you; Off!" Done with running, Mark stopped very suddenly and braced himself, hunkering down so that Achilleia plowed into him, completely unprepared. She staggered backward and Mark whirled and grappled onto her, preventing her from using her weapons. The gladiatrix snarled and tried to knee him in the crotch, but he kept his legs judiciously in the way. They tottered and staggered about, vying for control, until they tripped over the Samnite, who was helpless to avoid them. "Oh Fuck!" he wheezed as they landed on him and then rolled off, still tussling. "Welcome to my world, dickface!" Mark shouted back at him, still wrestling with Achilleia, who meant to murder him repeatedly. Out of desperation, and with the effects of the tab still coursing through his blood, he picked her up bodily and threw her to the ground, her sword clattering away. He dropped to his knees instantly, smacking her in the face with his scrotum. "Teabag!" he shouted before whirling around and grappling onto her, trying to subdue her. He hated the thought of punching a woman, but she was trying to eviscerate him, so an exception might be in order. Achilleia was a veteran of the gladiator pits, however, and not so easily dealt with. She recovered and thrashed around, screeching and trying to claw her foe's eyes out. He swatted the whip from her hands before she could strike him with it. Mark found her increasingly difficult to manage, using his weight on top of her body to keep her in place. That plan went south, however, when she wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking back and forth, until she was on top. They rolled around in the dust while the crowd went insane. Mark had her arms gripped tightly, out to the sides, which forced her body down closer to his. The wild look in her eyes chilled his blood, and she tried to bite his neck repeatedly, to tear his throat out. He countered frantically by using his head to shove hers away from his tender skin, and the result must have looked ridiculous, the two of them pushing and sparring with their heads. "Gurr, let; me; kill; you!" Achilleia hissed, struggling to maintain her balance over her stronger foe. "I'll make it quick, I promise!" "It'll feel good, I promise!" Mark sneered, butting the side of her head to knock it away. "Why would I make this easy for you?" "Gonna; rip you; a new;” Achilleia strained, pushing down harder. She then paused, her eyes going wide with shock. "What; gods, do you have a hard-on?" Mark used the momentary pause to roll her over, her arms pinned beside her head. Achilleia's eyes were still wide as she goggled up at him. Unfortunately, yes, he was hard again. Either he was developing some sort of danger fetish, or the hormones weren't quite as out of his system as he thought. They struggled and thrashed, with the look of shock on Achilleia's face becoming one of irritation, then a weird determination. She wasn't fighting about so much, and she seemed to be pushing with her hips, almost pumping with them. She glared and bit her lip. The roaring of the crowds was slowly abating as they watched the proceedings on the arena floor. What was happening? Seconds ago, the gladiatrix had been trying to kill the slave, now they were; what were they doing? Mark kept her pinned beneath him, and couldn't help but join her in squirming as they glared into one another's eyes. Achilleia was undulating her hips now, her upper body virtually motionless. Mark grimaced at the feel of the toughened leather around her middle grinding on his hard-on. "Dammit;” Achilleia growled. "Let go of my god-rotting hand so I can move my loincloth!" Mark took a chance and let go of one of her hands. It flashed down and pulled aside the leather garment before taking hold of his hard cock and guiding it to her entrance. Without another thought, Mark pushed down, deep inside her. Achilleia wailed loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him in deeper still. The entire Colosseum throng had gone silent as the spectators stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. All that could be heard, echoing through the giant stadium, was Achilleia's cries of pleasure. Was this really happening? "Achilleia? What the Hell?" the Samnite yelled in outrage, his girlfriend getting fucked by Rome's most hated slave mere feet away from him. "Shut up, Rullus, he's fucking huge!" Achilleia shouted back, pumping her hips wildly against Mark. The gladiator did as he was told and simply sulked, turning his head to look elsewhere. The emperor watched out stonily, not at all impressed with the turn of events his grand spectacle for the people had taken. He'd heard of the blasphemy this upstart slave had committed, and this was supposed to be a damnation of a great sin. Now it was another blasphemy. And where the Hell was Lady Aurora? He napped his fingers and one of his servants leaned in close, to see what his master wanted. "Have them all killed;” growled the emperor, determined to save face somehow. Mark thrust harder and harder, while Achilleia yelped and bucked beneath him, holding onto his back and with her legs still wrapped around his back. Nearby, Rullus was resting his helmeted head on his hand and rapping his fingers against the packed earth, trying to look bored. Not difficult for a man tangled inside a net. "Any time, you two;” he grumbled. "Oh, cram it, Linzer-head," Mark spat. "Say one more thing and I'll fuck her ass next!" "Oh!" Achilleia wailed, grinding and thrusting against Mark desperately. "I'm gonna; I ‘ Then she seized up and pushed up with all her strength, clenching her teeth so hard they might have cracked. As Rome watched on in stunned silence, the gladiatrix shrieked to the gods and came, hard. Mark shuddered and groaned, pumping profuse amounts of cum deep inside her clenching cunt. He thrust madly, emptying himself into her. Finally, they were both spent. Achilleia lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. Mark, exhausted, rested his forehead against her shoulder, too tired to defend himself if she tried to kill him now. Fortunately, his death was the farthest thing from her mind. Seconds of silence passed, before the thousands of spectators in the stands erupted into a wave of cheers and catcalls. Mark smiled and chuckled tiredly. "That can't be good;” he mused. "Nope," she agreed, sighing and biting on a knuckle as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. "After that, they're certainly going to kill us. All of us. It doesn't matter; I would have died in the arena eventually. At least this way, I died with a cock in me and cumming hard." "Don't be so certain about that;” Mark replied, finally looking up and seeing all the gates opening and dozens of legionaries rushing toward them, spears at the ready. "Ah, I don't like this!" Nanu whined as she shimmied out along one of the corbels that held the vast awning in place. She held on like grim death as she edged forward, a small but sharp knife in one hand. "You can do it, my love," Becky said encouragingly, watching from their original position where they'd fucked the two marines. Both men were still snoozing, but she had tied their hands and feet for extra security. She would have done Nanu's job herself, but she was taller and heavier than the Egyptian girl, who stood a much better chance of succeeding than she did without snapping the braces or corbels. "Look straight ahead and ignore the sounds below." So of course, Nanu looked down. "He's fucking!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "He's fucking the gladiatrix that's supposed to be killing him! I may kill him! He doesn't need saving, I do!" "Nanu, focus!" Becky insisted. "Get to your position and await my signal." "Yes, mistress;” sighed the slave-girl sullenly. Once in position, Nanu held on tight, trying not to think about the dizzying heights she was suspended from. Everyone seemed like ants far below her. Except for Bonosus and his whore of a gladiator; she could see them very clearly, to the place where she could make out his throbbing cock as it thrust in and out of her unworthy cunt. He had a lot of explaining to do when this was over. The crowd was watching in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing. But then Becky and Nanu heard the gladiatrix wailing as she came. Bonosus' groans of pleasure burned in Nanu's ears, while Becky just rolled her eyes, sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. Thunderous cheers erupted from the crowd; they'd come for blood and been rewarded with live pornography! Nanu was scowling still, when she noticed the gates opening and legionaries pouring out of them, converging on the five figures in the center of the arena. "Mistress;” Nanu said nervously, her anxiety for Bonosus' well-being overcoming her jealousy. "Now, Nanu!" Becky yelled, making sure her slave could hear her. She was already working frantically to cut through the thick ropes in one of the giant pulleys that moved the Velarium into position. Nanu, meanwhile, was sawing at the edge of the rope that held the corbel she was on in place. She gritted her teeth as she watched the steel knife bite through the thick fiber cable until finally it snapped free. The rope whipped about as it unraveled, causing a cascade of loosening canvas across the broad length of the famed awning. Becky, meanwhile, finished cutting through the rope in the giant pulley she'd selected, dodging hastily as it snapped and flailed about before spinning away. The giant canvas sheets comprising the Velarium buckled and gave way, while the corbels and rope masts retracted rapidly. "Mistress!" Nanu keened, holding on like grim death as the corbel she was on, no longer held in place by the giant ropes, snapped back toward the solid stone walls of the Colosseum. "Jump, Nanu!" Becky called out, standing on the edge of the wall and holding her arms out. "I'll catch you! Trust mistress!" Nanu squeezed her eyes shut and jumped; Becky wheezed as she caught the flying girl, tumbling to the floor with her and holding her tight. Nanu was shivering in her grasp, so Becky just held her for a few seconds and caressed her raven hair. The slave-girl looked up at her savior and nodded, so Becky stood them up, listening to the shrieks of panic as the Velarium floated down relentlessly. "Teamwork, Nanu!" she said excitedly as they stood. "Let's see what happens next!" In the Arena. Mark faced one direction warily, while Rullus and Achilleia stood behind him, squaring off against other legionaries who were closing in. The original gladiator and the retiarius were also conscious and now stood with them, brandishing what weapons they could. Mark felt silly sporting only his cudgel, but it seemed dumb to not let the gladiators have the weapons they were trained with. His cock was still hard, and leaking cum from the tip. He saw Achilleia slowly turning her head to look down at it longingly. "Eyes front, Achilleia!" he snapped, not in the mood to die. She returned to glaring balefully at the encroaching soldiers. There must have been a hundred of the legionaries. That was twenty-to-one odds. He decided to not mention that to his enemies-turned-allies, since he wasn't sure if they understood ratios in any event. If their math was as poor as their hygiene, why bother? "When I thought I'd die in the emperor's sight, this isn't how I pictured it," Rullus growled, brandishing his sword. "I hadn't envisioned dying for that cocksucker at all," Achilleia replied, spitting in contempt at the foes in front of her. "Damned if I'm gonna give him the satisfaction of a clean kill. People will remember this day, to his embarrassment!" The legionaries advanced, the circle tightening. They were protected by their large scutum body shields, and their spears pointed threateningly at the little rebel group. Mark wasn't sure what good he would do here, since he was armed with a club smaller than his dick, and he was the only untrained gladiator. But then he noticed rippling movement above, looked up and grinned. The velarium became dislodged from its moorings and like a vast sail or flag, began floating down over the stadium. People noticed, began screeching in panic, and stampeding. "Right on, Becks;” he said with satisfaction as his day began to look up. The emperor looked up, scowling as he saw the giant canvas sheet descending, fluttering menacingly as it enveloped the upper levels of seating. Panic ensued, with people scampering around pell-mell, trying to escape. "I really hate the gods;” he thought darkly as the canvas touched down around him and everything went to shit. Becky, standing on the edge of the wall and looking down over the chaos and mayhem she had caused, with tens of thousands thrown into panic, cackled gaily and clapped her hands before yanking down her top to expose her tits and holding her arms wide and yelling loudly across her kingdom of madness. "Are you not entertained?" she shouted, reveling in her triumph. God, she'd always wanted to use that line. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Mark shouted as he and his new allies raced down the hallway, shooing everyone in front of him. "Faster, if you wanna live!" The legionaries had forgotten all about the little group of rebels once the madness ensued, racing toward the emperor to rescue him. Mark used the opportunity to escape, bringing his former foes with him. He wasn't terribly interested in seeing them die, and they might prove very useful in getting out of here in one piece. Rullus had led them through a small, little-known door in the wall of the arena, one used generally only by pit masters to monitor the proceedings. His titan frame barely fit in it, but he led the way dutifully. "Where are we going?" Achillea asked, happy to be escaping, but at least wanting to know what the plan was. She had her whip and her sword in hand again. "The most convenient, flat and open space you know of beneath the Colosseum," Mark replied, hurrying along behind her. "A place almost no one knows about or uses." "One of the old training spaces," grunted Rullus. "It hasn't been used in years. Follow me!" Their course took them deeper beneath the stadium, through winding halls and narrow corridors and staircases. They finally reached a wide chamber, in the middle of which stood Becky, Nanu and Domitia. The former Vestal and the slave-girl seemed stunned to see the small party approaching, and the gladiators gaped as Lady Aurora and her slave ran into one another's arms, kissing deeply and feverishly, speaking in some unknown tongue. "Right!" Mark said, finally disengaging from Becky's tongue as he looked around, eyes flashing with determination. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you all to trust me. We're going to get you out of here, as quickly as we can." "How?" asked the Retiarius, looking about warily. "They'll find us eventually!" "I know, and what I'm going to say will sound like magic, but just run with it, okay?" Mark replied, walking over to the Holmes Field Device, which Becky had been kind enough to retrieve. He wasn't sure how, but she was better with this temporal shit than he was. And they trusted one another by now. "This contraption will get us out of here, but it's not big enough for all of us at once. I'm gonna take Lady Aurora and Domitia first, then come back for a few more, then the last load." Rullus nodded: "You spared my life, and I entrust you with it. Achilleia and I will go last, holding the room if the enemy comes." "Oh, Rullus;” Achilleia sighed, looking up at the hulking gladiator, her expression a dreamy one, before she suddenly scowled and smacked him on the back of his helmeted head. "You romantic asshole." Mark left them to argue while he hustled Becky and Domitia onto the platform, which was already switched on, lights and readings blinking around the surface. Becky swatted Domitia's hand as she tried to touch a dial. "You know where we're going?" he asked, hoping she had a better handle on this than he did. She nodded, smiling. "Leave it to me, Mark. I think you'll like this solution;” The climate was certainly a change from that of Rome, but it was also a pleasant experience in its own right. The city around them, built of red brick, sandy-colored stone, and studded with stately palm trees, reminded Mark of eastern cities in every movie he'd ever seen. Beyond the walls stretched endless expanses of desert, in which the city stood as a shining jewel in a vast sea of scorching sand. He didn't know why Becky knew to park the machine where she did, but he also knew she had figured out how to use his Holmes Field Device on her own, so he wasn't questioning it. Safe from prying eyes, and after two more trips back to the Colosseum to gather the other rebels, Mark now found himself in an ancient temple in the shape of a ziggurat, with priestesses standing in front of them and bowing. Unlike the Vestals, the white garments of these priestesses were delightfully spare, exposing more than it covered. "Lady Aurora Horatia," one of them said humbly. "Your timing is fortuitous, and we gladly accept your offer. Domitia will be given a new life as a priestess of Nanaya, or as she is known in your tongue, Suadela." The priestesses all walked up to Domitia and kissed her, welcoming her into their sisterhood. The former Vestal shed tears, not in sorrow, but because she had a new beginning. Nanaya, as the goddess was known in this far-flung province, was an ancient Sumerian goddess of sensuality and lust. When the Romans had conquered the land, they readily identified her with Suadela, to keep the peace. The priestess smiled at Mark and Becky again. "And for your generous donation of gold, we will take on your four friends here, to guard our temple, as the garrison makes no effort to do so. They are now, in their own way, lifelong servants and devotees of the goddess." The four gladiators beamed proudly. Since serving Nanaya, even as guardians of her temple, meant food, lodging and getting laid by her harlot-priestesses, they were more than amenable to the idea. "Lady Aurora," Domitia intoned, taking Becky's hands in hers and smiling slyly. "Will you consent to Bonosus and yourself being the first to receive my blessings as a priestess of Nanaya?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear;” Becky purred, pulling Domitia into her arms and kissing her deeply. A small villa in Roman Italy; Mark sipped wine from a goblet while Becky lay nearby on a couch, wearing nothing while Nanu sat on a small stool and massaged her feet. The sultry afternoon suited everyone, and they were finally at peace. "Helluva trip, Becks," Mark mused, draining his glass and then pouring more for himself. "You've gotten really good with the Holmes Field Device now. I seriously thought it was me who left the adrenalin tab for my discovery under the Colosseum, but it was actually you." "Sorry to scare you there," Becky sighed, as Nanu worked on her toes individually, sometimes even kissing them as she rubbed oil into them. "I found them in our tab supply, and thought it was our best bet. I just jumped behind a few hours when no one was around and stashed them in that cell for you." "So it wasn't even me coming back from the future to save myself," Mark chuckled. "Here I was so confident that I'd lived, that I couldn't be killed because future-self was looking out for me, but no, it was current you. So I could've been killed at any point, even if time lock kept me from killing anyone else." "It was a little bit messy, but you did survive, and that's what counts." Becky pointed out, caressing one of her tits lazily while enjoying Nanu's exquisite touch. "So what're we gonna do with her?" Mark asked, referencing the Egyptian slave-girl. Nanu had gotten used to her mistress and her manservant speaking in this weird, harsh language, and thought nothing of it anymore; when they needed her, they spoke Latin or her own tongue to her. Becky sighed contentedly and puddled further into the couch. Nanu's foot massages were utter bliss. "I was considering letting her stay here, and simply look after this little villa I bought for me. Whenever we visited, we'd just come back as close to the time we left as possible, but I have no idea if we could guarantee time snarls not getting in the way. So I'm bringing her home with me." Mark raised an eyebrow. "That a good idea? Or even possible?" Becky shrugged. "If she can't be brought with us, the Holmes Field Device won't work, right? So we care for her here. If it does allow it, I'll keep her with me in my house and teach her about her new world. I'll just say she's a foreign student bunking with me." "Literally, I might add." Mark quipped, holding up his goblet and winking. "Oh, you," Becky giggled while Nanu shed her clothes and crawled over Becky, straddling her hips and beginning to squirm their pussies together slowly. "I don't think she's gonna give up on the notion of being my slave-girl any time soon; it seems to make her feel safe. If she asks about you as a slave, I'll say I freed you." "Well, I was pretty enslaved to you for a while there," Mark chuckled. "Funny, I remember being so in love with you while those tabs were in effect, and I remember it fondly. But at this point, I'm just back to feeling like you're my dear friend, and I love you, just not in love any more, ya' know?" Becky sighed and nodded as she placed her hands gently on Nanu's tits and caressed them while undulating beneath the slave-girl. "I know what you mean. Talk about exhilarating, right? We should do that again at some point, just for funsies." "I'm in," Mark agreed, as his cock hardened from watching the two girls make love. He put down his wine, stood up and moved in behind them, kneeling at the bottom of the couch and sinking his cock deep inside Becky, making her moan as he started to slide in and out of her. "And what about our other acquisitions?" he asked, caressing and squeezing Nanu's ass while he fucked his Physics teacher. "Uh, the clothes we'll keep at my place, for future use," she breathed, loving the feel of Nanu's moist cunt on hers while Mark fucked deeply. She felt Nanu shiver and gasp as Mark pulled out of her and pushed into the slave-girl. "And I bought those big amphorae of Falernian wine, there's twenty-six liters in each. We'll bury them where we know nature has never been disturbed back in our time, and then retrieve them. Voila, Roman wine for dinner every night." "I'm gonna have fun explaining that to my parents;” Mark chuckled as he slid back into Becky, making her cry out. Dinner with Family. Dhallyla stared at the liquid in her glass in wonder while her family sat at the table for dinner. It was quite unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. "Mark, what; what did you say this was called again?" she asked. He shrugged as he ate. "It's a Roman-style wine, called Falernian. Lots of people are recreating ancient alcohol recipes now, so I thought we'd give this a shot. Pretty nice, hmm?" "Very strong," his sister Roxy rasped as she put down her wine glass and made a bit of a face. "Very, very strong." "That's why the Romans and Greeks mixed their wine with water," he chuckled. "Some Roman talked about not being able to bring an open flame near wine because it could catch fire. So I mixed it with water, like the instructions said. Sorry if it's still strong." "Where did you get this again?" his father asked. "Ren Faire," he said easily. "All sorts of brewers and people showing off their wine and beer skills these days at them, so I thought I'd give it a shot, ya' know? Bought a couple of bottles." "It's certainly different, but I can grow to like it," his mother mused. "Make sure you get more before we run out." "I can do that," Mark replied cheerfully. Later that night, he was sitting at his desk in his room, surfing for eras to visit during their next adventure, when the door to his room clicked shut. He turned his head to see his sister leaning back against the door, looking at him pointedly. "Something I can do for you, Rox?" he asked plainly, keeping his eyes on his research. "Now that you mention it, yeah," she said, folding her arms and wearing that insufferable smirk of hers. She never stopped reminding him who the elder sibling was. "So I did some looking around online, and there hasn't been a Ren Faire within five hundred miles of us in the last six months." Mark paused in his surfing and slowly turned to look at his sister. "So," she said, walking slowly toward him. "I figure it's about time you told me what the Hell is really going on;” Loose ends, scores to settle, a moral quandaries abound! It's Your Own Fault You Snooped! Mark didn't speak for several seconds, trying his best to not gape at Roxy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of him when he did just about anything, but the fact that she'd done actual research this time was something new. She had played her hand, and he was cornered. But still, he found himself not sure what to say. "Well, c'mon, you little trouser snake," moving away from the door and sauntering toward him. She could tell she'd caught him dead to rights about something, but now she needed to find out what it was. "Ya' might as well 'fess up, because I somehow doubt you want mom and dad to know what you're up to." The mere thought brought a shiver to Mark and left a cold sweat on his brow. He swallowed, trying not to panic. Roxy had less mercy in a sibling confrontation than Mike Tyson had in the ring. He thought of the number of times she'd beaten his ass for tattling on her when they were younger, and how she'd always get some brutal form of revenge he was unlikely to forget. And he dreaded the thought of how she could screw this up for him. "I'm almost not wanting to find out, at least for a while, because watching your mind flop around in panic is kinda fun," she said, smirking as she stopped in front of him and leaned forward. "But I need to make a decision about whether the 'rents oughta know, so let's speed this up, okay?" She then turned and sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him pointedly. "Spill it, little brother." His mind raced. What could he tell her? She'd caught him in a flat-out lie that he had acquired his Falernian wine from a Ren Faire, and had no doubt pieced together that his other recent exotic acquisitions were likewise not from where he'd claimed. So what were her suspicions? She no doubt was assuming, quite reasonably, that he was involved in some illicit activity that

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Martin "Multiguru" Belgen Isaksen ELSKER Minecraft. Og det er det mange grunner til! I denne episoden har han valgt seg ut ti av dem, for å overbevise meg om at Minecraft er verdens beste spill. Om jeg ble overbevist? Det hører du her. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Ready to break out of the plateau and build a business that's dramatically different from where you are right now?I'm revealing the exact traits and characteristics that seven-figure entrepreneurs have in common and how you can develop them too. After 17 years in business and working alongside seven and eight-figure founders in my coworking space, I've identified the patterns that separate those who scale from those who stay stuck.What You'll Discover:The identity upgrade that precedes all external successHow to separate yourself from your business so it doesn't wobble when you doThe power of discipline and devotion in building scalable businessesWhy your personal brand matters more than you thinkHow to develop the strategic mindset of successful entrepreneursThe importance of knowing your numbers and business metricsHow seven-figure entrepreneurs actually make decisionsWhy you need to develop both yourself AND your business to scaleThe two-part formula for building something truly extraordinaryTimestamps:0:00:00 - Intro: The traits all 7-figure entrepreneurs share0:01:35 - Trait #1: Identity — They have it down pat before the results arrive0:04:10 - Trait #2: Separation — They're not their business0:06:00 - Trait #3: Discipline and devotion — The treadmill analogy0:08:05 - Trait #4: They lean into grunt work (no group chat decisions)0:08:51 - Trait #5: The "with or without you" mindset0:11:28 - Trait #6: They leverage resources and audiences relentlessly0:13:20 - Trait #7: They make fast decisions without 100% certainty0:20:00 - Trait #8: Strong brand positioning and consistency0:26:00 - Trait #9: They sell every day (not just during launches)0:31:00 - Trait #10: Systems and documented processes0:35:00 - Trait #11: They know their numbers inside out0:40:46 - The formula: Develop both the entrepreneur AND the business0:42:00 - How this works in Business Bang0:43:16 - Apply for Business Bang or put a deposit down

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On this episode: Snake watching in the shower Cop Chat with Steve Smith from Mackay Police Sugarcane Shores - Episode 23 Chloe Simpson - the best street library in Australia is in Sarina Retired Mackay history teacher Mike Goodwin OAM Sugarcane Shores - epsiode 24 Sam Baker from Ronald McDonald House Charities talking McHappy Day Free Gig Friday - Luke Geiger Big Brother host Mel Tracina Sugarcane Shores - episode 25 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A new The Devil Wears Prada 2 trailer? Count us in! The teaser has dropped, and we’re breaking down every delicious glimpse at a movie we’ve been counting the days to see. Plus, Miles Teller appeared on Travis Kelce’s podcast, and things got very “bros bro-ing.” He’s also been coy about whether he and his wife will attend Travis’ wedding to Taylor Swift — and we’re unpacking the drama between Keleigh and Taylor, which might explain the messy invite situation. And Dakota Fanning went on Andy Cohen’s show to spill on modern dating, proving it’s no easier for gorgeous celeb women than it is for the rest of us.OTHER EPISODES YOU MIGHT LIKE: The Devil Wears Prada 2 Set Drama & Why A Celeb Baby Is Causing ControversyEvery Celebrity Involved In The Fallout Surrounding Taylor Swift’s New AlbumHow Two Famous Sisters Escaped The Child-Star Curse & The Rom-Coms Coming Your WayTHE END BITS Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our brand new Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Em Vernem Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A surprisingly good Christmas movie you’ll actually want to watch. Starring Alicia Silverstone, the latest Netflix release will give you all the warm and fuzzies.Plus the Spill team have some big feelings about Glen Powell's new action movie. Based on a Stephen King book, this dystopian movie has us asking, is there really enough running?And on top of that Em and Laura have two binge worthy thrillers to get you through the weekend.THE END BITS Read about all of this week's best new shows from Mamamia's entertainment team HERE Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our brand new Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Em Vernem Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott Stronach Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

It's a quick two minute lesson. Can you keep a secret? Or do you spill the beans? Learn what this often-used idiom means. Come on.#LearnEnglish #ESL #Idioms #EnglishIsFun

Michael Wolff joins Joanna Coles to unpack Trump's tangled web of the Epstein files and Ghislaine Maxwell's looming possible pardon. From the back in action Congress maneuvering to demand documents across the FBI, Justice Department, and multiple federal districts, to the astonishing perks Maxwell enjoys behind bars, Wolff and Coles trace the threads that link influential players, past crimes, and potential cover-ups. They dive into the “out-in-the-open” maneuvers protecting key witnesses, and what it all means for Donald Trump's ongoing exposure. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

If you've ever felt stuck chasing validation, trying to build culture, or wondering how to balance competitive excellence with real human connection, this episode is your playbook. Adrian Butler unpacks the mindset shifts, gym culture evolutions, and personal growth that shaped his journey from athlete to one of the sport's most inspiring coaches and now gym owner. Whether you're leading a program or still finding your voice as a coach, you'll walk away challenged and re-energized. Learn how Adrian built powerhouse teams like Revelation and 24K from scratch into gold-winning legacies. Discover the real tools behind mental toughness, coaching under pressure, and building buy-in across a diverse gym culture. Gain deep, hard-earned insights on leadership, from bowing out as an athlete to scaling impact as a gym owner at Top Gun Savannah. Tap play now to hear Adrian Butler's raw and powerful story, this episode will leave you rethinking what's possible for your program and your purpose. Sign Up For Patreon- Early Access and Ad-Free Listening Buy the Jason's Book, Upside Down and Back Again ⁠ Jason's On-Demand Coaches Training Videos⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠ Code of Points Cheatsheet FREE⁠ Cheer Biz Accelerator- https://nextgenowners.com/cheer-biz-accelerator/ Brittany's Comp Cheer Checklist- instagram.com/stories/highlights/18356656174188077 Jason's Book Recommendations- ⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon Affiliate Link⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Let's Talk Cheer on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ Submit a Question of the Week ⁠⁠ You can support this podcast by making donations here⁠⁠⁠⁠ Other great cheerleading podcast to check out- The Cheer Biz Podcast, The Cheer Mom Podcast, Spill the Cheer, Mat Talk Table Talk, Cheer Chats Podcast, MotUS Edge Podcast, The Cheer Dad Podcast and the Here 4 Cheer Podcast Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Drinks On Us with @rosemcmahonn & @sincerely.ryleigh. S02 E38 of Drinks On Us is all about hosting! The girls give their tips & tricks on how to sleigh your soirée. Tune in for special segments including Sip & Spill, What's In Our Cart, & The Girls' Room. Sit back with your favorite beverage and relax, because the drinks are on us!WHAT'S IN OUR CART:Rose - https://liketk.it/5x4F7 Ryleigh - https://liketk.it/5x4Fh General Links - https://msha.ke/drinksonus/Join the After Party for more exclusive content! Patreon.com/DoucrewFollow Rose & Ry on Instagram & TikTok: @rosemcmahonn @sincerely.ryleighFollow @drinksonuspod on Instagram & TikTok to join the Happy Hour Club!For business inquiries: Roseandryleigh@gmail.comAudio and video podcasts edited by Penderville Films LLCwww.pendervillefilms.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

TRIGGER WARNING ON ALL THIS! It's a scary one... well, except for the absolute DELIGHT of a story at the very end. Get there.Tale 1(ish): SKINWALKER TALES. Yes, that is right. Gabby found us a collection of modern day Skinwalker stories, which is reeeaaally just some modern-day folktales if you really think about it. She begins by giving a run down on just what a Skinwalker is, and then we go through a few CHILLING sightings of these creatures. We also learn a lot about Native American Culture along the way!Tale 2: Grimm's the Rober Bridegroom. In this story, a young maiden travels to visit her (wealthy) groom-to-be's house for the first time. She followed a trail of ashes into the dark forest only to stumble upon the most BRUTAL scene and get a glimpse into her own fate. With the help of a new friend (and her entire family eventually) they escape and bring this man to justice... literally. Tale 3: How Corn Came into the World. *PLEASE IGNORE THE OUTDATED LANGUAGE IN THIS ONE!!!! This is the sweetest story, which we need to be ok after this episode. It tells of the sweetest young man, and his journey to help feed his people for generations to come. Through a test of strength, he leaves us with a golden sweet story to end on.AD FREE LISTENING on Patreon as well as tons of extra content!https://www.patreon.com/c/spillthemeadYou can purchase Spill the Mead merchandise https://www.etsy.com/shop/SpilltheMeadPodcast/Find us on Instagram, and Facebook @spillthemeadpodcastFind Madi @myladygervais on InstagramFind Betsy @betsy.hegge on InstagramFind Coco @spill_it_coco on InstagramFind Gabby @so_dym_gabulous on Instagram Find Chris @chrisrileyhistory on InstagramFind Taylor @tjonesarmoredamma on InstagramMusic is composed by Nicholas Leigh nicholasleighmusic.com

With Matthew Stafford balling out this season Marcas asks if the NFL should create a QB award. Johnathan Taylor for the Colts is having an MVP season but he feels the MVP is a QB award. D'Marco wants the Rams to matchup with the Eagles in the playoffs again however at Sofi. Spill the Tea Marcas Grant version! HOT AND COLD. SHOP TALK Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The UFOJOE posted a clip of Eric Davis talking about the President being the one who can be in control of ensuring he could talk to congress i subpoenaed. It takes us down a rabbit hole of topics. what comes next/ What is the overall frustration? CAN the world see eye to eye on this? Kristian Harloff gives his thoughts. #uap #ufo #alien #Aliens #government #NEws  MOOD.COM:  So, head to http://www.Mood.com, find the functional gummy that matches exactly what you're looking for, and let Mood help you discover YOUR perfect mood. And don't forget to use promo code DTE when you check out to save 20% on your first order.

Big Brother is back for 2025, and we were lucky to get an IRL sneak peek at the house before the housemates were sent in. Here’s what you won’t see on TV (and our favourite housemates so far).Plus, Hilary Duff has released new music for the first time in 10 years, but how have her fans received it, and who is the famous ex-boyfriend we think she’s singing about? Allow us to explain everything.And in the press run for her new album, Hilary said she’s ready to talk about ‘family drama’, which we believe means her long-running feud with sister Haylie Duff, whom she has not spoken to in years. THE END BITS Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Ksenija Lukich Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Alphonzo "Phonz" Terrell, co-founder and CEO of Spill, is rewriting what it means to build community online. From his early days in music and media to leading social strategy at HBO and Twitter, Alphonzo's journey embodies the intersection of culture, entrepreneurship, and advocacy. After being laid off during Twitter's transition, he transformed a setback into an opportunity by launching Spill: a Black-owned social platform designed for safer, more rewarding, and more authentic online connections. In this episode of So Ambitious, Alphonzo opens up about the urgency of creating digital spaces rooted in trust, cultural fluency, and joy. He shares lessons from building at the highest levels of entertainment and tech, how Buddhism guides his leadership philosophy, and why dismantling gatekeeping is critical for future generations of Black entrepreneurs. This conversation explores risk, resilience, and redefining authenticity in the era of AI. If you're an entrepreneur, creator, or community builder who believes ambition is about more than vanity metrics, Alphonzo's story is proof of how vision and conviction can create movements with lasting impact. As he reminds us: “Entrepreneurship is really an act of faith. You're creating something from nothing.” KEY POINTS  - How a “Great Day at Inkwell” photo became a cultural moment for Black ownership and legacy - Alphonzo's transition from music to media to tech - Lessons from HBO, Insecure, and Twitter on how conversations online reshape culture - Why marginalized communities drive internet trends yet face the most harm online - Founding Spill: designing platforms that prioritize joy, safety, and fair credit for creators - Redefining “builder” beyond technical vs. non-technical labels - Spill's vision: To have safer, more rewarding, and more human digital connections - The role of Buddhism in Alphonzo's leadership and resilience - Why gatekeeping harms Black entrepreneurs - The power of collaboration and equity crowdfunding - On raising millions in venture funding while centering culture and community impact QUOTABLES  “One out of every two Black people has experienced hate speech online in the past year. It's a health crisis, not just a business problem.” – Alphonzo Terrell “Authenticity is just a proxy for trust, consistency, subject matter expertise, and honesty.”  – Alphonzo Terrell “Gatekeeping comes from white supremacy telling us there's only one seat on the bus. We need to expand the pie into a garden where everyone eats.” – Alphonzo Terrell “If we've been blessed with platforms, what are we going to build to unleash the next generation?” – Alphonzo Terrell RESOURCES  Alphonzo "Phonz" Terrell Website | www.spill.com  Felecia Hatcher IG | @feleciahatcher Black Ambition IG | @blackambitionprize So Ambitious is produced by EPYC Media

A million dollar compensation deal with Watercare is only short-term relief for Auckland oyster farmers, who've lost income from a massive sewage spill in the Mahurangi River. The issue caused by a power surge at the Warkworth pump station has meant an almost month-long halt on harvesting. Watercare's now paid out one million dollars to Aquaculture New Zealand for distribution to 10 impacted oyster farmers. Matakana Oysters owner Tom Walters told Mike Hosking they're feeling relieved, but it's only a start. He says this cheque is just for the event that happened two weeks ago, and the payout would need to be much larger to fix the damage caused by the spillages that happened throughout the year due to outdated infrastructure. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Justin Anderson is back, and we're asking the burning questions we really want to know about each other — if we don't want to answer... You guessed it, SIP or SPILL, baby! We talk about whether Justin is happy in Nashville, Hills reunions, my icks online, and how social media shows us way too much about actors.Find Kahlúa Dunkin Caramel Swirl at retailers nationwide, including Walmart, Total Wine, Albertsons, Kroger, Ralphs, Safeway, BevMo, Publix, and more. Must be 21 or older to purchase. Please drink responsibly.A word from my sponsors:Kahlua - Visit www.dearmedia.com for more informationShopify - Sign up for your one-dollar-per-month trial and start selling today at shopify.com/cavallariSkims - Shop my favorite pajamas at SKIMS.comZipRecruiter - 4 out of 5 employers who post on ZipRecruiter get a quality candidate within the first day. And right now, you can try it FOR FREE at ZipRecruiter.com/HONEST.OPositiv - Take proactive care of your health and head to OPositiv.com/HONEST or enter HONEST at checkout for 25% off your first purchase.Everyday Dose - Get 61% off your first Coffee+ Starter Kit, a free A2 Probiotic Creamer, with over $100 in free gifts by going to everydaydose.com/HONEST or entering HONEST at checkout.Armra - Go to armra.com/HONEST or enter HONEST to get 30% off your first subscription order.For more Let's Be Honest, follow along at:@kristincavallari on Instagram@kristincavallari and @dearmedia on TikTokLet's Be Honest with Kristin Cavallari on YouTubeProduced by Dear Media.This episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct, or indirect financial interest in products, or services referred to in this episode.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Golden Bachelor is coming to an end this week, but instead of focusing on who the Bachelor will pick, everyone is digging into a new scandal.Plus, Sydney Sweeney’s new movie has had a disastrous opening at the box office, following the debut of her new relationship and a viral interview, so how has she still come out the winner? We’ll explain.And Meghan Markle has announced a new career move, off the back of her new Netflix release, so why are her actions being called a blow to Prince William and Kate Middleton? There’s a lot to unpack here. WHAT TO LISTEN TO NEXTA Brutally Honest Review Of Meghan Markle’s New Netflix SeriesThe One Celebrity Hook-Up We Never Saw Coming & Sydney Sweeney's Dangerous New MoveTHE END BITS Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Ksenija Lukich Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Hva er nøkkelen til Arc Raiders eksplosive suksess? Are og Jostein diskuterer i ukas episode av Rad Crew. Pluss: Hyrule Warriors: Age of Imprisonment er minst like fortryllende, og vi snakker om shooter-franchisene som forsvant fullstendig! Enjoy!

Los Reyes de La Banda , El Coyote y Chuy Lizárraga vienen a contar la historia de sus vidas de lo más difícil a lo más mejor. En una plática diferente de lo regular de la música, los dos hablan de su experiencia de la salud mental y comparten con nosotros cómo llegaron a la gira más esperada del mundo , que es El Capibara Tour ! Y para nuestros subscriptores le pedimos consejos para nuestro segmento de " Spill the Tea" .Support the show

In this episode of Spill the Tea, Gina sits down with Tammy Dumoulin-Asselin, a vibrant 61-year-old from Wawa, Ontario, who shares her incredible transformation after a lifetime of dieting. From tiny cabbage roll "meals" and long drives for weigh-ins to shedding nearly 40 pounds and lowering her cholesterol, Tammy opens up about what finally worked, how her mindset shifted, and why she's never felt more confident in her body. They chat about the emotional weight of decades in diet culture, the power of community (hello Wawa group chat!), and the unexpected joy in watching the scale fluctuate without fear.You can find the full video hosted at:https://www.facebook.com/groups/livymethodfall2025To learn more about the Livy Method, visit www.livymethod.com. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Everyone is across Jonathan Bailey being named People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive, but have you seen the surprising reaction from one of his co-stars? Plus, the sexy reunions of our favourite TV boys are not being discussed enough.And the Grammy nominations for 2026 have been announced and there are some wild surprises on the list. Now we need to talk about the pleasant surprises, history-making moments, and how our favorite movie stars are involved, along with the musical superstar who has an ongoing feud with the Grammys, explaining why there name was left off this year's list.Plus, Kim Kardashian’s new Ryan Murphy legal drama premiered with dismal reviews, only to break viewing records once the audience got a hold of it. So are audiences really loving it, or is there a more calculated plan at play here? We have some brutally honest thoughts to share.LISTENCheck out our interview with Kim Kardashian here. THE END BITS Our podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Ksenija Lukich Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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cd SPILL har tatt et dypdykk i Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six, spillet som var med å forme en hel sjanger. Rainbow Six skulle bli en lang serie av militærtaktiske førstepersonskytere. Vi har tatt en titt på det første spillet i serien. Vi har fått hjelp av Trond Sneås Skauge som både har lest bøkene og spilt spillet. Ler mer hos Spillhistorie. Støtt oss gjerne på Patreon. Følg oss gjerne på Bluesky, Twitter, Facebook, og Podchaser. 00:00 Intro 00:32 Velkommen til cd SPILL 03:30 C-Dogs SDL 06:40 Dagens spill: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six 10:57 Ikke noe Doom-klone 12:46 Redstorm Entertainment 13:31 Planleggingsmodus 18:33 Kan kjøre solo 20:19 Mer særpreg og realisme 21:58 Varierte brett 23:14 Tilpasse soldatene 24:46 Heartbeat sensor 26:57 Tech Specs 30:10 Oppdrag 34:09 Frustrerende AI 36:51 Lagspill 43:10 Flashbangs 44:29 Sigves egne erfaringer vedrørende realisme 47:33 Hva er bakhistorien? 51:14 Historien i spillet 1:02:56 Einer Petersen 1:05:58 Musikken 1:08:16 Kontrollene 1:10:58 Hvordan ble spillet til? 1:12:50 Oppfølgere 1:15:34 Game Boy Color Port 1:16:53 Kommentarer fra sosiale medier 1:20:25 Har det holdt seg? 1:25:04 Finnes det noe tilsvarende idag? 1:32:51 Neste episode

Listen to the full 30 min episode and get your Free 7 days Patreon trail. Go Directly to this Patreon Episode "BRET Stuck His Foot In His Mouth" https://www.patreon.com/posts/bret-stuck-his-62387221   Picture this: a high-profile "networking" dinner that won't end, twenty Type-A entrepreneurs competing to sound impressive, and Chalene's introvert battery running on empty. Just when she's ready to explode, the night takes an awkward turn she can't recover from and that's before Bret's accidental text sends the whole situation spiraling. It's one of those cringe-inducing, laugh-through-your-teeth stories that proves even seasoned pros can have a total social fail.   This story is part of The Saturday Spill series a little peek into the wild, unfiltered stuff that usually stays on Patreon. Some weeks it's hilarious, some weeks it's jaw-dropping, but it's always real life that doesn't quite fit on the regular show. If you're into a little chaos and behind-the-scenes tea, you're in the right place. If you love it, amazing…you can listen to the full, unedited version here http://Chalene.com/more

In this episode Alessandra is spilling YOUR tea for therapy. Today's tea ranges from workplace romances, cheating boyfriends, secret families and more! Within these stories there are moments that emphasize the importance of communication, self-care, and setting boundaries in both personal and professional relationships. To send in your own submissions for advice on anything from friendship, relationship, work and more, email Alessandra at vibinkindathrivin@gmail.comMake sure to check us out @vibinandkindathrivin!Thank you to our sponsors!Shopify: Sign up for a $1 per-month trial period at Shopify.com/vibinSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Laura and Em dive deep into a topic that touches most of us at some point in our lives: first dates and the ultimate way to sabotage them! Inspired by Em’s recent failed first date experience involving a surprising horror film, they're compiling the definitive list of movies you should never watch with a new romantic prospect. You'll hear: The horror movie that killed the mood A rom-com that forces "the talk" The comedy that could make you hate men The ultimate anti-marriage movie This episode will have you laughing, nodding in agreement, and maybe even feeling a little wary of all men! But don't worry, we’ll try our hardest to suggest a movie that is actually nice about men.Don't forget to bookmark this episode for the next time you're planning a date! THE END BITSOur new podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our brand new Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik and Em Vernem Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Former palace staffers have painted a disturbing portrait of Prince Andrew, Duke of York's behaviour behind the scenes — revealing a man whose temper, demands and eccentricities ran rough-shod over those who worked for him. One ex-security officer recounted that waking him in the morning might provoke “a ‘fuck-off' as good-morning” type of greeting, highlighting a habitual pattern of verbal abuse rather than gratitude. Another claimed that Andrew would become irrationally angry if his large collection of teddy bears on his bed was not arranged to his exacting specifications — a detail staff were expected to maintain daily or face his wrath.Beyond the mood swings and bizarre routines, the accounts describe a royal who treated staff as if they existed solely to serve his whims, not as individuals with dignity. According to staffers, he routinely dismissed them with contempt for trivial failings — even repositioning workers or transferring them because of a “tie that wasn't silk” or a “mole he disliked” on their face. These stories underscore a deeper problem: Andrew's sense of entitlement and the unchecked power he wielded in his private household, which helped fuel his broader fall from grace within the institution he once represented.to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.

Paddington: The Musical has officially opened on the West End, and yes, that bear has absolutely tugged at our heart‑strings. In fact one of us in particular might just have gotten teary at the trailers. And newly single Nina Dobrev’s Halloween costume might just be the sneakiest celeb breakup shade we’ve seen this year. But that got us thinking about the pettiest celeb split moments of all time. We’re ranking the one‑upmanship, the look‑what‑I‑did posts and the clap‑backs no one saw coming. Plus, Reese Witherspoon has gone on record about why she thinks modern romance is in free‑fall We’re reacting (and no, we aren’t sure we agree) — and we might just have planned our own rom‑com revival while we’re at it.LISTEN NEXT:Nina Dobrev & Zac Efron’s Revenge Hook-Up and We Have Notes On Taylor Swift’s New MovieTHE END BITS Our new podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Em Vernem and Monisha IswaranExecutive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On the show today, Em’s diving into Predator: Badlands — the new chapter in the iconic sci-fi franchise that’s taken a whacky turn she never saw coming.Then, our entertainment writers drop by to share their weekend picks. One of which is a haunting drama featuring two of our very favourite actors.And finally, Squid Game: The Challenge is back. But can a real-life version of the world’s most dangerous game live up to the phenomenon that started it all? We’ve got thoughts.THE END BITS Read about all of this week's best new shows from Mamamia's entertainment team HERE Our podcast Watch Party: Nobody Wants This is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Em Vernem and Ksenija Lukich Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

If you're building a business in cheerleading, navigating international growth, or dreaming of leaving your legacy in this sport, this episode is your playbook. Jibreel Rayam shares a raw, unfiltered journey from high school heckler to architecting some of the most impactful movements in cheer, offering insights for gym owners, coaches, and innovators who want to do more than just win titles. Discover how Jibreel launched a cheer gym at 18, expanded ATC internationally, and sold it to Varsity, all before hitting his 30s. Hear the behind-the-scenes blueprint of the AIA's revolutionary global tournament and how it's reshaping access, inclusion, and competition fairness in All-Star cheer. Gain a front-row seat to the leadership lessons he learned working with the IASF, launching international safeguarding, and helping unify global scoring systems. Hit play to hear one of cheerleading's boldest trailblazers break down what it really takes to innovate, lead, and elevate the All-Star world, on and off the mat. Sign Up For Patreon- Early Access and Ad-Free Listening Buy the Jason's Book, Upside Down and Back Again ⁠ Jason's On-Demand Coaches Training Videos⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠ Code of Points Cheatsheet FREE⁠ Cheer Biz Accelerator- https://nextgenowners.com/cheer-biz-accelerator/ Brittany's Comp Cheer Checklist- instagram.com/stories/highlights/18356656174188077 Jason's Book Recommendations- ⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon Affiliate Link⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Let's Talk Cheer on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ Submit a Question of the Week ⁠⁠ You can support this podcast by making donations here⁠⁠⁠⁠ Other great cheerleading podcast to check out- The Cheer Biz Podcast, The Cheer Mom Podcast, Spill the Cheer, Mat Talk Table Talk, Cheer Chats Podcast, MotUS Edge Podcast, The Cheer Dad Podcast and the Here 4 Cheer Podcast Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Drinks On Us with @rosemcmahonn & @sincerely.ryleigh. S02 E37 of Drinks On Us is a look into Rose & Ry's notes app! The girls read through some of their funny & chaotic notes and even try to decode each other's sentences. Tune in for special segments including Sip & Spill, What's In Our Cart, & The Girls' Room. Sit back with your favorite beverage and relax, because the drinks are on us!WHAT'S IN OUR CART:Rose - https://liketk.it/5uLXK Ryleigh - https://liketk.it/5uXLI General Links - https://msha.ke/drinksonus/Join the After Party for more exclusive content! Patreon.com/DoucrewFollow Rose & Ry on Instagram & TikTok: @rosemcmahonn @sincerely.ryleighFollow @drinksonuspod on Instagram & TikTok to join the Happy Hour Club!For business inquiries: Roseandryleigh@gmail.comAudio and video podcasts edited by Penderville Films LLCwww.pendervillefilms.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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The final season of Stranger Things is overshadowed by news that 21-year-old Millie Bobby Brown filed a formal complaint of harassment and bullying against her co-star David Harbour before filming. We break down everything that’s come out. After years of intense public scrutiny following her divorces, Jennifer Aniston has gone Instagram official with her new boyfriend, 50-year-old hypnotherapist and wellness coach Jim Curtis. We trace Jen's romantic timeline, from her post-Brad Pitt "defibrillator" Vince Vaughn to her quiet marriage with Justin Theroux. And what happens when you’re famous, but your sibling is more famous? We explore the concept of Nepo Siblings, the younger, often more competitive counterparts to Nepo Babies.THE END BITSOur new podcast Watch Party is out now, listen on Apple or Spotify. Support independent women's media Follow us on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook. And subscribe to our Youtube channel. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. Discover more Mamamia Podcasts here. Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! CREDITS Hosts: Ksenija Lukich & Taylah Strano Executive Producer: Monisha Iswaran Audio Producer: Scott StronachBecome a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Listen to the full 50 min VAULT episode and get your Free 7 days Patreon trail. Go Directly to this Patreon Episode "Actual Audio Of Confrontation, Man I Hate Being Lied To - The Assistant Who Embezzled 14K From Us"  https://www.patreon.com/posts/actual-audio-of-65493045   Picture this: a trusted virtual assistant, years of loyalty, and a slow, sneaky scheme that no one saw coming. What started as a few innocent invoices turned into a web of fake accounts, inflated payments, and a betrayal that hit way too close to home. When the truth finally surfaced, Chalene's confrontation was so intense it could've been a scene from a crime drama. It's shocking, infuriating, and the kind of real-life Vault story you have to hear to believe.   This story is part of The Saturday Spill series a little peek into the wild, unfiltered stuff that usually stays on Patreon. Some weeks it's hilarious, some weeks it's jaw-dropping, but it's always real life that doesn't quite fit on the regular show. If you're into a little chaos and behind-the-scenes tea, you're in the right place. If you love it, amazing…you can listen to the full, unedited version here http://Chalene.com/more

Follow twitch.tv/crypticcounty so you don't miss our special Halloween Live Stream episode on November 1st at 7:00 PM Pacific! Welcome to Wednesday One-Shot, The bi-weekly series where we share a bonus story in the middle of the week. This time, we have a story from an author named Donna. Don't miss our full length episodes released every Monday! Send your stories submissions to letsnotmeetstories@gmail.com Upcoming Live Shows: 11/17 - Phoenix, AZ @ Rebel Lounge - TICKETS 11/19 - St. Paul, MN @ Turf Club - TICKETS 11/20 - Chicago, IL @ Beat Kitchen - TICKETS Want MORE Bonus Weekly Stories? Hate Ads? Join our Patreon for only $5 a month for over 100 hours of bonus content, and it's all ad-free! Join the Discord:https://discord.gg/84WXQud4gE Follow: - Twitch - https://twitch.tv/crypticcounty - Website - https://letsnotmeetpodcast.com/ - Patreon - https://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/letsnotmeetcast/ - TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@crypticcounty The story you've heard this week was narrated and produced with the permission of the respective author. Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast is not associated with Reddit or any other message boards online. To submit your story to the show.     

Listen to the full 40 min episode and get your Free 7 days Patreon trail. Go Directly to this Patreon Episode “How a Nicki Minaj Song Led to a Near-Arrest on the 4th of July” https://www.patreon.com/posts/how-nicki-minaj-133505609   Picture this: A Fourth of July weekend in Lake Tahoe, a surprise karaoke Uber, and a drop-off that suddenly spirals into chaos. Within minutes, the sweet driver is surrounded, voices are raised, and someone actually reaches into her car for the keys. It's wild, unbelievable, and one of those stories you wouldn't believe if it hadn't happened right in front of them.   This story is part of The Saturday Spill series a little peek into the wild, unfiltered stuff that usually stays on Patreon. Some weeks it's hilarious, some weeks it's jaw-dropping, but it's always real life that doesn't quite fit on the regular show. If you're into a little chaos and behind-the-scenes tea, you're in the right place. If you love it, amazing…you can listen to the full, unedited version here http://Chalene.com/more