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sharonallen246 · 2 months
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Want to know whether compression wear is really worth your money? Whether it really works or not? Read now!
Blog Link: https://alanicclothing.blogspot.com/2024/03/is-compression-wear-really-worth-your-money.html
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athenawillams · 1 year
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Gym Wear Dos And Don’Ts: What Every Gym Enthusiast Must Follow
What you choose to sport in the gym not just affects your look but also your performance. Want to know about the different gym clothing dos and don’ts? Read the blog!
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rozellanelson-blog · 1 year
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4 ALL-TIME TRENDING V-DAY DRESSES PERFECT FOR THE DATE NIGHTS
Here are 4 all-time best valentine's party dress suggestions so you can impress your lover. Check now!! 
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belaporter92 · 9 hours
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Top 5 Things to Keep in Mind as You Buy Baseball Jerseys
Choose jerseys that accurately represent your team's colors, logos, and any customization needed for player numbers and names. https://www.alanicglobal.com/blog/top-5-things-to-keep-in-mind-as-you-buy-baseball-jerseys/
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christinamths · 8 months
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Alanic Global: Leading Wholesale Clothing Vendors in Chicago
Discover the finest wholesale clothing in Chicago, USA, with Alanic Global, offering a wide range of trendy and affordable fashion products.
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alanicglobal · 9 months
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Alanic Global: Top Wholesale Clothing Manufacturer in Chicago for Quality and Variety
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Alanic Global, the leading wholesale clothing manufacturer in Chicago, offers top-quality and diverse apparel options to retailers, ensuring premium products for their customers. https://www.alanicglobal.com/usa-wholesale/chicago/
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goenka01 · 10 months
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At Alanic, we provide wholesale footwear services with a selection of trendy styles from our clothing manufacturer. Our shoes are top quality and we have a wide variety of styles to choose from. Browse our website today to find the perfect shoes for you!
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kapoor91 · 10 months
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Located in Chicago, IL, USA Clothing Manufacturer provides high-quality wholesale and private label clothing solutions for clients all around the world. Shop with the trusted USA clothing manufacturer and save on bulk orders for workout clothes. USACM offers premium quality and fast shipping. Take a look at our selection now!
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jessica408 · 1 year
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How To Update Your Child's Clothing Without Leaving The House
Make your child's wardrobe more stylish with these tips and tricks mentioned in this blog!
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bondcorp12 · 2 years
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Best Tack Cloth Manufacturer USA - Bond Corp
Bond Corp is the best tack cloth manufacturer near you. Professional painters and woodworkers relied upon us. By using our product you can easily remove dust and dirt particles from the surface and it gives you smooth paint finishing. To know more, visit our website.
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mary1286 · 2 years
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sharonallen246 · 1 year
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Check Out This Style Guide To Slay Your Stay-At-Home Look
Whilst practicing social distancing in this scorching temperature, tank tops can be a great way to keep yourself chill yet versatile in style.
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athenawillams · 2 years
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rozellanelson-blog · 1 year
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TOP 4 REASONS WHY ATHLEISURE WEAR IS THE TRENDING EVERYDAY OUTFIT THESE DAYS
Why is athleisure wear trending nowadays? there are many reasons to check now. 
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heymacy · 11 months
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AU Tag Game 🥂
i was tagged by @creepkinginc, @metalheadmickey, @energievie, and @deathclassic to participate in this fun writing exercise/tag game! here we goooooo!
rules: use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.
then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.
au generator gave me: Prohibition Era AU
fic trope generator gave me: Make one cradle the other’s face.
title: The Great Gallagher
let’s plot:
Chicago, 1929.
Mickey Milkovich is a bootlegger from the South Side. Working under his father, a terrifying man with a fearsome reputation, Mickey provides liquor to the North Side’s fanciest speakeasies and wealthiest clientele.
Ian Gallagher is a rich Northsider, self-made through a myriad of illegal, alcohol-adjacent ventures. The Chicago police are beginning to bear down on him but it doesn’t really matter – his money and connections keep him safe.
When his normal distributor is killed in a car crash and his business dissolved, Ian must find another provider to stock his cabinets for his many wild, raucous parties.
Enter Mickey.
Their first meeting is at a cafe. Completely innocuous, the two men share lunch and discuss their arrangements. I ain’t gettin’ caught doin’ some stupid shit just ‘cause you like to party / Don’t worry Mr. Milkovich, I assure you that won’t happen. They leave the cafe with a deal in hand: Mickey will provide Ian with all the alcohol his heart desires and in exchange, Ian will provide Mickey with the best connections in the business – manufacturers, chemists, speakeasy owners, and the like. The deal is good. Infallible, even.
Until it’s not.
After a few months of doing business together, mostly through Ian’s many lackeys, Mickey’s father’s house is raided and the entire family is taken in. Fortunately for him, Mickey was down at the South Shore docks, smoking and having one of his classic existential crises, when the cops came crashing through his doors.
Arriving back home to an empty house, broken windows, and obvious signs of a raid, Mickey is lost. Never before has he been without his family and, despite the relief of his abusive father’s absence, he’s terrified of what the raid means for his siblings and his future. With no friends outside of their team, all of whom are in jail, Mickey doesn’t know who to turn to.
And somehow, he ends up at Ian’s.
The guy’s got money and connections, he tells himself. He can help me figure this out. Help spring Mandy, Iggy, and Colin from the joint. The four of them can revamp the business, make it safer, quieter, more efficient than it was under his father’s rule. Ian can help with that. Of course he can.
It’s late when he arrives. Ian opens the door to a rain-soaked Mickey and invites him inside, offering him a towel, a change of clothes, and a place to sleep. Once Mickey’s dried off and fitted with one of Ian’s giant sleep shirts and too-large pajama pants, the two men sit in Ian’s study with glasses of whiskey and a strange, growing tension between the two of them. After all, Mickey had just run to Ian in the rain, turning to him in his time of need.
That has to mean something, right?
They talk. Mickey tells him everything. About the business, his father, his siblings, the raid, all of it. Ian sits, and he listens, and he takes it all in without offering up any opinions or thoughts. Just listening. Just letting Mickey speak.
When Mickey stops talking, he hates himself. Why did he share all of that with someone that’s basically a stranger? They’re business associates, not friends. He doesn’t have any friends, and that’s for good reason. The less invested you are, the easier it is to move through the world with your own best interests in mind.
I’m sorry, Ian offers, sympathetic look plastered on his face. And for some reason, that makes something inside of Mickey break. Nobody’s ever apologized to him before. Not for his circumstances, not for hurting him, not for anything. His hardened persona, egged on by his father’s abuse, has made him impervious to emotion. So why did his brain and body choose now to break down?
Mickey cries. He covers his face in his hands and he cries, exhausted from life, exhausted from running, exhausted from the stress of worrying about his siblings being locked up in a cold, damp, terrifying place. Ian sets down his drink and gets up, walking over to Mickey and kneeling before him.
“It’s going to be okay,” he promises. “I’m going to help you. We’ll get them out.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I just know. I’ve done this before. Sprung people. You’d be shocked how many dirty cops there are in Chicago. Hell, half the police force are regulars at my parties. I’ve seen the Captain down at Jerry’s Speakeasy on more than one occasion. It won’t be hard to convince them to let your family go.”
Mickey sighs deeply. Wipes his eyes. Looks down at Ian, who reaches up, cradling his face. He wipes a single tear away with his thumb, stroking Mickey’s cheek so softly, so gently, Mickey doesn’t know what to do.
Time ticks. The tension of the moment builds. Then suddenly, Ian surges forward in a leap of faith and kisses Mickey, hard and frantic, desperate and aching. Mickey kisses him back, lips and fingertips sparking, his body lit up by the contact.
They kiss and they touch and the next thing you know, Mickey’s shirt is being pulled over his head and Ian is shrugging out of his slacks and the two men fall together, naked, in a tangled heap on the rug.
The sex is electric. The release is explosive, like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. A new beginning, full of promise and potential.
They lie there afterwards, catching their breath, in disbelief of what just happened. But not regretful. No, not regretful.
“Wow,” Ian breathes.
“Yeah,” Mickey replies. Then it’s silent, save for their soft breathing.
Ian turns to look at Mickey, returning his own euphoric grin.
“Wanna go again?” he asks, unable to mask the hope in his voice.
Mickey’s grin turns into a smirk.
“Absolutely.”
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not tagging anyone because i’m suuuuuuuper late to the game on this one but if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged! 💛
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power-chords · 1 year
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Michael Mann with his father, Jack, in London in 1968.
My family lived in a third-story apartment until I was 10. Then we moved to Balmoral and California avenues on Chicago’s North Side. My younger brother, David, and I shared a bedroom. 
My mother, Esther, was a homemaker who later became a fashion-industry manufacturer’s representative. My father, Jack, owned a local supermarket—Economy Food & Liquor. 
Mom was intellectual. Dad had a design sensibility that showed up in displays, signage and a dozen other ways. He also had a value system that’s still inspiring.
Movies didn’t interest me growing up. Stories did. My father was a great storyteller. I met the characters he talked about in our demographically mixed neighborhood. They could have been from the pages of Saul Bellow, Studs Terkel and Nelson Algren. 
After grade school, I attended Lane Tech High School for one semester. It wasn’t for me, so I transferred to Amundsen High School. The students there were from working-class families and from every background imaginable. 
In high school, I got into the normal number of scrapes. By my junior year, I was popular, if that means going out with girls I wanted to date. As a senior, I even asked out one of my teachers. She turned me down. 
After school each day and on Saturdays, I worked at my father’s store. I started when I was 12. After the 1955 film “Blackboard Jungle,” most parents feared their sons would become juvenile delinquents if the streets got hold of them. 
I stocked shelves and delivered groceries until I was 16. What fascinated me about working with my dad was how he connected with customers and hearing him talk with them, many of whom he knew by name.
I got paid half as much as other kids who worked there because I was his son. There couldn’t be a hint of favoritism. So at 16, I moved on. I worked part time selling clothes at a store with a tailor named Benny who downed a half-pint of bourbon every day.
Then I worked variously as a short-order cook, a cabdriver after I was 18, and as a construction worker for a cement contractor.
At the University of Wisconsin at Madison, I majored in English literature and was tortured by my inability to decide what to do with my life. In my junior year, I took a film-history course and was entranced by German Expressionist films. 
One night, I walked home after a campus screening of Murnau’s “Faust.” As I walked down Bascom Hill, it hit me. I said to myself, “You’re going to make films. This is it.” I was committed.
After graduating in 1965, I did a two-year program at the London Film School. It offered me exactly what I wanted—filmmaking technology, theory and history.
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