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flocurry · 2 years

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The Benefits of a Massage Near Me

A massage offers more than relaxation. Massages can be both healing and therapeutic. Massage Therapists can tailor the massage for you. Massages can be used to relieve tension, stress, and muscle pain. In addition to providing a deep sense of relaxation, massages can help alleviate physical and emotional ailments, such as headaches, lower back pain, and sore muscles. These are just some of the many advantages of a Massage in your area.

It is important to ask the massage therapist if they will use oils or lotions on you. You should inform the therapist if you are afraid of being touched or have your private parts exposed. Your therapist will accommodate your preferences, no matter if you prefer a firm or gentle touch. You can also opt to go naked for some massages. You don't need nudity for Shiatsu, Thai Massage, or Chair Massage. It is possible to wear comfortable clothes and have a conversation.

While there are many benefits to getting a massage it is important that you remember that not all massage parlors can be trusted. In fact, the Florida Department of Health has disciplined a number of massage parlors. They receive upwards of 300 complaints every year about unlicensed facilities. Many massage parlors and therapists live in filthy quarters. Women sleep on their own cots and store their belongings in plastic trunks. Some had addresses in other states.

There are many massages that you can choose from nuru Atlanta and ensure you enjoy the pleasure. Massages can target different parts and areas of the body. You will find a massage that suits your needs close to you. More spas are offering massages, and they are growing in popularity. Spreeberry provides more information. These listings include massages near me and nearby places. Book early! It won't be hard to regret it.

If you are looking for a massage near you, consider having a reflexology foot massage. This unique therapy combines therapeutic stretch with targeted deep-tissue work. It's great for relieving problems caused by long hours at your desk. These balls are also great for home use! These balls can be used to trigger points and they are extremely soothing. Massages can be a great way to unwind and get rid of stress. If you want to feel good, a massage is a great option.

Prices vary, depending on what style of massage you prefer. Massages usually last between 60-60 minutes and 90-minutes. Massage prices are usually around $1 per minute, and you can often get them for less if you choose to go to an all-inclusive spa. Even if you aren't able to afford the additional expense, an all inclusive massage can help you save money. This will give you access to all the amenities that a day spa offers, like free coffee or a jacuzzi.

Make sure you ask about the types and specializations of your massage therapist when hiring them. You may want to seek out another therapist if they are unfamiliar with your needs. Different massage techniques can be used, so it is important to get to know your preferences before booking an appointment. If you can't find someone who offers a massage near you, ask if they offer virtual lessons or video chat.

In addition to easing tension and easing muscle pain, massage can improve mental acuity and reduce mental stress. Massage can reduce chronic fatigue and improve blood circulation. Chronic fatigue is often a symptom of chronic stress, so it's no wonder that many physicians recommend massage therapy to their patients who suffer from chronic illness, such as depression or chronic fatigue. Certain massage modalities, like craniosacral and myofascial massage, can help ease muscle tension in your neck and upper back.

Zeel is a mobile massage network that is very popular. Zeel allows you to receive a massage within one hour. All therapists hold licenses and insurance and are thoroughly vetted. This means that you can feel confident in the quality of your massage. Your therapist will arrive quickly and you can choose the type of massage and the location.

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imaginesupply · 4 years

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Sore backs and tented shorts, or The one where Tom gets a massage

Tom Hiddleston x Reader one-shot

It’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I’m feeling a bit rusty but inspiration just hit and my three remaining braincells - who’ve survived the current heatwave so far - came up with this smutty filth.

I hope you’ll enjoy! Let me know what you think :) (It’s proofread but it seems by ability to spot typos and mistakes rises by 200% percent as soon as I hit post.)

Word count: About 2.6k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), improper uses of the word ‘God’ and unrealistic descriptions of massages.

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Tom stretched, trying to pop the knots on his back, as he sat down to rest between scenes. Maybe he was getting old, too old for this, Tom pondered for a second before mentally slapping himself on the face. Who was he kidding? Loki was a role he'd never give up on, as in never ever.

So if that meant performing the various stunts himself for authenticity's sake and suffering through it, he would do it, without complaining.

He stretched once more, giving the battered script one last read before getting ready to shoot the next scene of the series.

The camera crew adjusted the filming angles while the make up artist powdered his face, making sure there was no excessive shine to his skin. Loki would certainly not break a sweat running away from a building he himself set on fire and throwing himself on the ground with a grin just a second before it all exploded.

Yes, Loki would undoubtedly be grinning in that situation, Tom reckoned. The human, however, tried not to flinch as he realised he'd have to run and throw himself on the mattress with all his strength, again and again. The mattress was certainly softer than the ground they'd CGI into the scene, but his body was also certainly more breakable than Loki's.

One hour later, Tom was spent. Letting himself collapse on the blue stunt mattress, he was relieved that everyone had finally agreed that the take had been perfect - the grin, the hair, the elegance. The only thing he wanted now was to hurry home and sleep. Maybe he could ever delay his shower to the next morning if he changed the sheets upon waking up, he negotiated with himself.

"Hey, you okay?"

Tom opened an eye only to find Kate crouched over him, a frown obscuring her features. "Yeah, I'm just feeling a little worn down, that's all."

Kate nodded to herself. For a second she felt guilty she was asking too much of him, but then they'd both agreed that they wanted the series to be perfect, whatever it took. "You were great back there."

His eyes were already closing again and he only nodded noncommittally. "Anyway, I suggest you go take a shower. The message therapist I booked for you is already setting up."

Tom sat up in a flash, his back protesting the movement. "That's very kind but I'm alright, no need for-"

"Be ready in ten minutes unless you want to be late," Kate interrupted him, challenging his British punctuality. He opened his mouth again, but she waved him off, knowing what he was going to say. "Bobby has been fed and walked. He's lying outside right now with part of the crew, enjoying the last sun rays of the day."

Tom cursed internally and got up, feeling outsmarted. This was not something he was looking forward to but he'd be damned if he showed up late.

"Also, this will be routine until we finish shooting." Kate added quietly before running off.

--- Water droplets ran down his back as he stepped out of the shower, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Sighing, he cleaned some of the fog on the mirror with his hand and then proceeded to tumble dry his black hair before adding some nourishing product to it.

It was only then that he remembered he had no change of clothes with him, more specifically underwear, since he always preferred showering at home. Contemplating his clothes on the back of the chair, he concluded that he didn't have many options unless he wanted to put on the boxers briefs he had worn all day or go nude. Tom chuckled to himself at the latter thought, already imagining a young male therapist telling him to take his English countryside back over the pond. Deciding not to make the person he'd have to see for the next month uncomfortable on the very first day, Tom pulled on the black running shorts he had worn to set that morning, going commando underneath.

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One minute late, Tom knocked on the door to the infirmary.

"Come on in." A voice replied. A feminine voice to be exact. Not what he had expected.

Obeying the lady, Tom opened the door and let himself in, his eyes landing on his new massage therapist for the very first time. Clearly not what he had expected. Tom swallowed, using his acting skills to appear nonchalant even as he subtly - or at least, as subtly as was possible in such small quarters - eyed the woman in front of him.

Her hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, revealing the elegant curve of her neck. She was wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt with equally white yoga pants. A look of purity all in all though it had his mind immediately wandering to the realms of exquisitely impure thoughts.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you, Tom," she introduced herself, stretching out her hand for him to shake. "Oh! Do you mind me calling you Tom? I can also go for Mister Hiddleston if you prefer."

Tom suppressed a groan, there was always something about being called that that got his mind spinning. Chastising himself, he shook her hand, flexing his biceps more than was necessary. Her hand was soft and warm and small, exactly what he needed. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Please do call me Tom. We'll be seeing each other quite a lot after all."

She nodded, smiling kindly before telling him to lie down on the massage table. Tom noticed that it was in fact surprisingly wide, but didn't think much of it. Maybe Kate was right, he needed this. His body undeniably did and if he were honest, he had been craving the touch of another human, feeling rather lonely as of late. Most of his friends were back in London, and those that weren't, were still too far away. As for a different kind of touch, a woman's company to be more exact, he couldn't remember the last time he had being blessed with it either. Definitely before Atlanta, he concluded.

He barely heard her move around, her naked feet making little to no noise on the floor. "We will do a combination of deep tissue and Thai massage today, so that I can determine your problem areas for the next time."

Tom was in fact aware of a very problematic area of his but decided to spare her the dirty joke. He just didn't realise quite yet how problematic that area was in fact going to become.

(Y/N) came to a stop in front him, he could feel her presence as she warmed the oil between her palms before finally gliding her hands over the skin of his back. Tom couldn't help the pleasurable hum that escaped his lips as she started working out the knots on his back, some of them loosening under her touch with an audible crack that had her chuckling. God, even her voice was perfect. Dozing off was becoming more and more tempting to Tom, his eyelids feeling heavier than ever when she bent forward over his body to reach farther down his back. He felt her breasts press against him as she did so, the back of his head suddenly encompassed between them. Yes, there was the bra and then that pesky t-shirt between her chest and his skin but his body didn't seem to care. Not even one bit.

Clenching his teeth, Tom felt blood rush down to his once again problematic area. The fact that his dick was squished under him only served to make the situation all the more uncomfortable. Tom groaned, wether from arousal or frustration, he wasn't sure.

"Are you okay, Tom? Did I hurt you?" (Y/N) asked with concern.

Tom swallowed nervously. "No, don't worry. Your hands feel great."

She moved away from him, the weight of breasts gone and he breathed out in relief. That is, until he heard her climb onto the massage table with him.

What the-? It was then that he remembered what a Thai message entailed from a vague conversation he'd once had with Ben and Sophie.

Before he could come up with a way to get out of this... predicament, (Y/N) straddled his hips and all but sat down on his butt. His cock immediately reacted to change in pressure.

"You've got quite a knot here," she explained, softly rubbing her fingers near his spine, about halfway up his back. "I'm going to try and break up the knotted tissue. Tell me if it hurts too much."

It did hurt, the way the heel of her hand pressed against the sensitive area. But it definitely didn't hurt enough to kill his arousal. If anything, it made it worse with the way he felt her weight shift above him whenever she moved. Instead of relaxing, he was only growing more tense.

As Tom felt precum bead on his glans as she climbed off of him, having him feel equally disappointed and relieved when she went to work on his legs.

Her hands felt heavenly, sometimes painfully heavenly, as they moved over his calves. Not that it is eased his arousal, but Tom was confident that the massage was almost done and he'd soon be able to climb into the shower again and use the opportunity to wank himself to an orgasm.

He'd certainly think of her as he'd stroke his shaft later, imagining she was there with him. Water running down her body, rendering her obscene white t-shirt transparent, her nipples visibly pebbling even behind two layers of fabric. His cock seemed to enjoy his fantasy as well, now so hard that Tom seriously started considering rubbing himself on the towel draped over the table to find some relief.

His thoughts were interrupted when she moved over his knees, to his his thighs. Her delicate fingers folding back his shorts to reveal more of his legs. Tom jerked suddenly, trying to hide his erection from her hands and crushing it under his belly in the process. He winced.

Undoubtedly sensing Tom was tensing up again, (Y/N) made quick work of his thighs. Maybe he was a bit shy and didn't like being touched there, she reckoned, shrugging to herself to hide her disappointment. She'd always enjoyed her job, finding satisfaction in other people's well-being. But massaging Tom Hiddleston? She would have done it for free (don't tell her boss!).

"Please turn around, Tom." She said softly after finishing up the back of his legs

He startled. "What?!" Came his terrified voice.

(Y/N) frowned. "Can you please lie down on your back now? So that I can work on your chest and the front of your legs."

Tom stilled, silently panicking. "That won't be necessary. It's quite late and I'm feeling much better already."

"Nonsense. I won't leave you unfinished," she protested, his cock twisting her words. "Besides, my boss would kill me if she ever found out I left a client halfway through a massage."

His jaw clenched. He was torn between two equally bad options, but in the end, he inner gentleman couldn't stand to be the one to jeopardise her job.

Slowly, Tom turned around on the table, still hoping that his erection wouldn't be as noticeable as it felt but the tent in his shorts was impossible to hide, sticking straight up to the ceiling.

She stared at his face curiously, observing his reddening cheeks before lowering her gaze. "Oh," she gasped.

Somehow, part of him had hoped her reaction would have been less shocked and perhaps a bit more pleased. As it was, she just stood there like that and he threw his forearm over his eyes, hoping it would lessen the embarrassment. It didn't.Sighing, he made a move to get up, hesitating whether he should apologise before leaving or if that would only make things worse.

The weight shifted on the massage table as she climbed on top, joining him on the soft padding.

Instantly, Tom lifted his head off the pillow, holding himself up on his forearms, bewilderedly watching Y/N as she knelt between his legs. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice croaky, his eyes glued to her décolleté which the neckline failed to hide in this position.

She looked up at him slowly, coyly, though her grin was nothing if not provocative. "Hoping to release all tension in your body," she replied, her tongue peeking through as her hands went to his hips, thumbs drawing circles over his shorts. "If you'll let me, that is."

Tom swallowed audibly, almost expecting her to throw her head back and start laughing. But she never did. Instead, she sat back on her haunches, waiting for him to consent. "God. Yes, please!" He breathed out, his British accent growing thicker.

(Y/N) licked her lips, fingers working behind her head to tighten her ponytail. "Now that's more like it, Mister Hiddleston."

Without missing a second, she bend forward, lowering her face to place a kiss on his stomach, just below his belly button. Tom's muscles tensed in response, already looking forward to what was to come.

He struggled between the desire to watch and the impulse to lean back and simply enjoy. She made the decision for him, her hand pressing down on his sternum before moving her attention back to his groin.

Tom hissed as he felt her lips kiss the head of his cock through the lightweight fabric. His body suddered, his cock throbbed and she chuckled. (Y/ N) repeated the process a few more times, enjoying the teasing. Then, she moved her fingers to the elastic waistband and pulled his shorts down, grazing his buttocks with her nails.

His cock sprang free, hitting his lower stomach a couple of times and Tom already felt a drop of precum slide down from the glans to his belly button. (Y/N) surprised him, first neglecting his weeping cock in favour of his balls, sucking them into her mouth one after the other, teasing them with the tip of her tongue.

Tom groaned her name, squirming beneath her and thrusting up. With a smile, (Y/N) decided to give in. She traced the tip of her nose along his length until reaching the head and then wrapped her tongue around the glans, teasing the frenulum. Tom moaned loudly

He felt her hand wrap around the base of his cock before she took him in her mouth, as much as would fit. Instantly, his hand settled on the back of her head, caressing instead of pushing. "Just like that, darling."

She took to humming around his length, intermittently sucking in her cheeks and Tom started feeling the telltale tightening in his groin faster than he should. His hand gripped her ponytail harder, alerting her but her movements didn't slow. Tom propped himself up on his elbows, groaning at the sinful sight of debauchery in front of him.

"I'm close," he managed to warn her through clenched teeth. (Y/N) looked up at him, never halting her movements and the mischievous look she addressed him revealed that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Tom dug his heels against the padding of the table, canting up his hips and thrusting up in her mouth as his orgasm washed over him. (Y/N)meticulously sucked him clean, swallowing down rope after rope of his cum whilst humming around him.

"God, (Y/N). That was..." For once he was left without words, still dizzy with pleasure in the aftermath of his orgasm.

She licked his cum off her lips, taking in the sight in front of her with a smile, acutely aware of her own arousal. Tom's chest was flushed, heaving as he fought to regain his breath, his eyes still closed.

It was only then that she realised what she had done. She had blown Tom Hiddleston - a client.

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alscats · 3 years

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Asian Hate Crimes

ASIAN HATE CRIMES EDUCATIONAL POST ATTACKS ON AAPI/ASIAN PEOPLE It first started with an elderly Thai immigrant who died after being shoved to the ground. Then it continues with a Filipino-American being slashed in the face with a box cutter. After that, a Chinese woman was slapped and then set on fire. The most recent attacks were at massage parlors in Atlanta. There were more attacks…

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coldstatesmanzonkfreak-blog · 3 years

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Quite often, we hear the words "Human is a social animal". We love to interact and meet new people. So why when it comes to Asians, people of other community and races find it difficult to adjust them with.

In the past year, COVID-19 became the new normal, and so did the hate towards Asian community. Hate towards the Asian- American community has increased by 150% .It's not a new problem , in fact, it has resurfaced, and this time quite strongly. Earlier violence against the asian-american community was limited to being forcibly evacuated of their homes, asking them derogatory questions like "Do you know/understand/speak English", "Where are you "actually" from " , Are you "Ching-Chong" and other such things. But now it has escalated as far as killing and for what? Just because they are "Asians".

Incidents like - Killing of 8 individuals (6 of them being Asian) in 3 different massage parlours in Atlanta. Nepalese Uber-driver Shukhabkar Khadka was subjected to racist comments and Attacks by 3 womens in San Francisco . 84 year old Thai immigrant was shoved to death in Broad daylight in California .

Vicha Ratnaapakdee, Daoyou Feng, Xiaojie Teng, Suncha Kim, Yong A. Yue, Soon C. Park, Hyun J. Grant, these are just a few in the list of thousands who Lost their life.

It's high time now that we question ourselves and the other and raise our Voices that "Is it really necessary "?

#stopantiasianviolence #stopasianhate

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jordanthefrugivore · 5 years

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EYE'M BACK!! March 20th, Eye will be in South Florida and the Southeast US offering Thai Bodywork, Yoga, Acroyoga, and Wellness Coaching. DM Me for pricing and more info. In the meantime, check out this throwback: Thai Yoga Massage w/ Sage Eucalyptus THC-Infused Body Butter. This was a special sauce version of my Thai Yoga Massage practice. Beautiful session with @chopstiix, who deals with chronic pain, and inflammation due to her strenuous practice as a Pole instructor and history with military. So eye incorporated Thai stretching and bodywork with a healing THC and essential oil blend. . BOOK ME in a city near you! ✈️ . Locations 📍: South Florida: March. 20-25 Atlanta: March 27 - April 2 Jackson, MS: April 3 - TBA Stay tuned for more updates to my calendar. Drop your city below👇🏾 if you want me to come thru and offer healing! . . . #frugivorousmovement #health #atlantamassage #travelingyogi #digitalnomad #atlanta #massagetherapist #thaimassage #blackyogateacher #massagetherapy #fascialrelease #cellflove #mobilemassage #massage #healer #bodymanipulation #thaimassagemiami #miamimassage (at South Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvCFF_Yg3n3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rx78ly1w6g26

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complementarytherapiesus · 1 year

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#thai massage #thai massage atlanta #thai massage service #best thai massage therapy #thatmassageservice #bestthaimassageservice

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ryujinzs · 6 years

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desire, fic [s.s]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: sebastian stan x oc

warnings: age gap, angst i guess

summary: alexa is a new girl in a model industry, during her trip to England in new year's eve, she slept with a strange guy whom she met in the party and after months ago she just realize that the man in England is actually her mother's new boyfriend.

CHAPTER ONE

her wavy hair floated as the wind blew. the girl moistened her lips and brushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear. she was staring at the door of her old house for almost a minute. her mother still lives in the place and when she remembers the months she spent away from her hometown, made her heart ache.

exactly five months ago, Alexa was selected along with a group of girls to parade for an english brand. she always dreamed of building her fashion career and when the opportunity arose, it was as if her world had simply changed for better. it was terribly painful to have to leave her mother in Atlanta, but on the other hand, when she realized the results of working so hard, all the homesickness and guilt that had a part in her life turned into joy.

and after five months, she's in front of the house where she lived. nothing seemed so different except for the new daisy changes her mother had planted in the garden. She took a deep breath and held the handle of her bag tighter. as she knocked on the door, she heard her mother's voice screaming in the background and a smile automatically formed on her face.

the reaction of Esther, her mother, when it opened the door, was unique. the woman's jaw dropped, her eyes filled with tears, and she thought her heart would stop at any moment. then she opened her arms and wrapped her daughter in a tight, long hug, placing all the happiness there to see her child after so many months.

"look at you" Esther smiled as she held the girl's face in both hands. Alexa rolled her eyes and laughed. "you look so beautiful!"

"mom..." Alexa chuckled and took her mother's hands, pulling her away.

"how was the trip? tell me everything." she was thrilled as she carried her daughter's bags into the middle of the room. "before, you go take a shower, i'm preparing dinner."

Alexa narrowed her gaze and stared at her mother.

"dinner? what happened?" because she already knew that the woman only cooked on special occasions, otherwise, everyone was invited to eat thai or italian food.

"i'll tell you later." Alexa opened her mouth to protest, but her mother pushed her toward the stairs and forced her up. "take a shower and get dressed. we will have visits." the suspicious smile on his mother's lips made Alexa smile in the corner.

"i'm going." and she went up the steps with one of the bags in her hands.

her room was the same. The navy blue bedspread, the white wardrobe and the white walls filled with murals with photos and stuff like that. Alexa smiled and left the bag in the corner of the room as she walked to the bathroom she had there. there was a pink towel hanging on the wall, there she opened the glass wall of the stall and undressed. as the water fell on her body, the sensation made her sigh heavily. it was like a tremendous relief to feel the water washing his body after hours of a tiring flight. it was as if every inch of his muscles were being massaged slowly under a high temperature.

her products were still there. the peach shampoo and the strawberry liquid soap. The girl washed herself slowly just to appreciate a little more of the feeling of calm and tranquility of staying at home without having to worry about anyone else wanting to use the bathroom. in the bedroom she shared with the other girls, there was a chronometer for the bath and each could use only seven minutes of the bathroom a day. It was terrible.

after leaving the bathroom full of steam, Alexa wrapped herself in the towel there and wiped the mirror with the palm of her hand. Her expression was a bit tired, her eyes a little dark, some dark circles already gave a sign of life, but now she knew she'd have the rest she deserved so much.

her room has always been a bit ripe for its age, with cool colors and without much decoration. there was only one picture of her father. he had moved to Australia with the new family and since then, the girl has never had contact with him. sometimes she missed her fatherly affection, but she remembered all the times that he failed her, how he didn't care for her sixteenth birthday, or called her when she discovered that she had gotten a job as a model. he wasn't and was never present, but it was something that Alexa was already get used to.

as she wrapped a towel in her nearly black threads, she separated her jeans and a smooth, long-sleeved blouse to wear. she left his hair damp to dry naturally and later form the beautiful waves he possessed. the girl heard some noises downstairs and assumed that the visit her mother had mentioned had arrived. she smoothed the blouse one more time so that it was perfectly aligned in her body and opened the door of her room. she quickly descended the stairs, humming some song that was stuck in her mind, probably the song he played for hours on the plane.

the room was empty, only one person on his back was staring at some photos that were on the shelf. Alexa narrowed her eyes and knitted her eyebrows, curious at the unfamiliar figure standing there. Silently she approached and tried to clear her throat before drawing the person's attention

"uh... hi?" she bit her lip and waited for the person to turn around, and when it did, her eyes widened abruptly.

the man in front of her was known. his full, brown hair and beard made. God, she would recognize those blue eyes anywhere. they were as penetrating as the brightest crystal in the universe. suddenly, memories flooded her mind. England, the New Year, all the drunken people in one of the mansions of the English brand to which she paraded, there were so many people there and the only one who had the attention was him. Sebastian. the man in front of her.

he was open-mouthed. looking at the photo he held and the girl. he was astonished at how strange life is and the world is small. he never imagined meeting someone he'd spent the night with. mostly in the United States. Sebastian swallowed the image of the girl in front of him and remembered the night he met her.

he clearly remembered being bored all through the party. he had sponsored an English brand that was bursting at the moment because he thought it'd be good for his company. there were dozens of models and women at that party and many flirted with him, but his boredom made him ignore them all. until he met her eyes. a lonely girl on the terrace watching the night lights in London. Sebastian left the glass of champagne at once to accompany her. he remembers how her skin looked silky beneath the silver dress, which emphasized her fleshy lips and breathtaking body. she was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful who was at that party. he remembers how he made her laugh with some cheap conversation and seconds later they were kissing. they did so much more than just kissing. for he remembered the touches on the soft skin of the girl beneath his body and how the husky sounds came from her lips every time he came upon her.

Sebastian was losing his damn mind. because, without even knowing, had slept with the daughter of his new girlfriend.

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blogtintonghop24h · 3 years

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Nạn nhân gốc Á bị bắn chết ở Mỹ, tang lễ không một người thân quen

Bảy ngày sau khi bị sát hại, thi thể của bà Daoyou Feng, một trong những nạn nhân của vụ xả súng liên tiếp tại 3 tiệm spa ở Atlanta, vẫn không có người nhận. Gia đình của bà không thể đến Mỹ vì lệnh hạn chế đi lại trong đại dịch.

Vì vậy, ngày 5/4, cộng đồng người Mỹ gốc Hoa đã thay mặt người thân tổ chức lễ tang cho bà Feng tại nhà tang lễ và chôn cất tro cốt ở nghĩa trang địa phương.

"Cô ấy không có gia đình ở đây, vì vậy chúng tôi là gia đình của cô ấy", ông Steven Lin, một người Mỹ gốc Hoa, đã lái xe 4 tiếng đồng hồ để đến dự lễ tang cho biết.

Khoảng 40 người đã tập trung tại nhà tang lễ nhỏ ở ngoại ô Atlanta, Mỹ để đưa tiễn Daoyou Feng. Ảnh: Wall Street Journal.

Ông Charles Li, thành viên sáng lập của Liên minh người Mỹ gốc Hoa tại Atlanta, chia sẻ Đại sứ quán Trung Quốc tại Washington đã liên lạc với ông vào ngày 26/3 để yêu cầu giúp đỡ lo liệu tang lễ.

"Giấc mơ Mỹ" không thành

Bà Feng có quốc tịch Trung Quốc đã qua đời ở tuổi 44 trong vụ xả súng ngày 16/3, theo giờ địa phương.

Nạn nhân Daoyou Feng. Ảnh: Daoyou Feng.

Bà là con út trong gia đình, sinh ra và lớn lên tại một trang trại nông thôn ở Lệ Giang, phía nam tỉnh Quảng Đông, Trung Quốc.

Trong bài điếu văn, ông Li cho biết cha bà đã mất từ khi bà còn nhỏ và bà phải bỏ học từ năm lớp ba để giúp đỡ gia đình.

Năm 14 tuổi, bà rời quê hương đến Thâm Quyến, Thượng Hải và Quảng Châu làm việc trong dây chuyền lắp ráp và nhà máy may mặc.

Khi bà 22 tuổi, một trong những người bạn thân nhất đã thuyết phục bà đi Mỹ để có thêm thu nhập và theo đuổi một cuộc sống tốt đẹp hơn.

Năm 1999, bà đến Mỹ để tìm kiếm cơ hội việc làm. Ông Li cho biết sau khi rời đi mà không nói với gia đình, bà Feng đã làm việc ở New York và Los Angeles tại các tiệm nail, massage và thẩm mỹ viện.

"Cô ấy luôn quan tâm đến người mẹ có sức khỏe không tốt của mình và thường xuyên gửi tiền về nhà", ông nói.

Theo chia sẻ từ phía gia đình nạn nhân bà Feng đã cố gắng làm việc chăm chỉ ở Mỹ để dành dụm tiền và quay về quê hương bắt đầu một công việc kinh doanh.

Theo kế hoạch, bà sẽ trở về nhà vào năm 2020 nhưng đại dịch Covid-19 đã khiến dự định bị trì hoãn và không bao giờ thành.

Theo lời kể từ khách hàng quen, bà Feng, người vẫn thường được biết đến với tên gọi Coco, mới làm việc tại Youngs Asian Massage chỉ khoảng hai tháng trước khi vụ xả súng kinh hoàng xảy ra.

Ra đi nơi xứ người

Sau khi đến đây, bà Feng vẫn thường liên lạc với gia đình ở Trung Quốc thông qua WeChat, một ứng dụng nhắn tin di động phổ biến ở Trung Quốc. Vì vậy, khi gia đình đột nhiên mất liên lạc với bà, họ đã tìm đến Đại sứ quán Trung Quốc để nhờ giúp đỡ.

Đại sứ quán sau đó đã xác định bà là một trong những nạn nhân của vụ xả súng ở khu vực Atlanta. "Đại sứ quán Trung Quốc tại Mỹ đang hỗ trợ lãnh sự cần thiết cho các thành viên gia đình nạn nhân Trung Quốc liên quan đến vụ xả súng ở Atlanta", người phát ngôn của đại sứ quán nói.

Ông Charles Li phát biểu tại lễ tang của bà Feng. Ảnh: Wall Street Journal.

Ông Charles Li, người đã được đại sứ quán yêu cầu giúp đỡ lo liệu tang lễ cho biết trước đây, cộng đồng người gốc Hoa từng tổ chức tang lễ cho nhiều người không có thân nhân, nhưng việc sắp xếp cho bà Feng phức tạp hơn.

Ông cho biết mình đã phải liên hệ với văn phòng Cảnh sát trưởng Quận Cherokee, Văn phòng Biện lý Quận, Cục Điều tra Georgia và giám định viên y tế và nhân viên điều tra của Quận Cherokee trước khi tìm thấy thi thể của bà.

Ngày diễn ra lễ tang, tại nghĩa trang, nữ tu sĩ Phật giáo tụng kinh trong khi nhiều người khác hướng về phía chiếc bình vàng đựng tro cốt của bà Feng.

Những người đưa viếng tham dự lễ an táng cho bà Daoyou Feng tại Công viên Tưởng niệm Bắc Atlanta và Lăng mộ Nhà nguyện ở Atlanta. Ảnh: Wall Street Journal.

"Những người dự tang lễ tự hỏi tại sao một người tuyệt vời như vậy lại chết theo cách này? Tôi không thể trả lời", ông Li nói.

Bảy nạn nhân khác, trong đó phần lớn là người gốc Á, tại 3 spa cũng bị giết bởi Robert Aaron Long (21 tuổi), lần lượt là Xiaojie Tan, Delaina Yaun, Paul Michels, Soon Chung Park, Suncha Kim, Hyun Jung Grant và Yong Ae Yue.

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ASIANS ARE HUMAN TOO

Patricia Ann Villaraso

Racism towards the asian community has always been there ever since the beginning even if you would look at the history books that are available anywhere and, unfortunately it hasn’t stopped up until now, in fact, it has now become more prevalent ever since the break-out of the Covid-19 virus last year of 2020. The pandemic that has spread all over the world, that is the coronavirus, has been called the Chinese virus instead of its name is already the start of a racist move towards the Asian community. This year, in 2021, there have been more numerous cases which put the asian community in a dangerous situation that put their life at risk. Most inventions that have been used today are mostly made by asians, it could either be from cars, televisions, phones, etc. However, no matter how much contribution that Asians make that are enjoyed and used by everybody, it is still not enough for them to take credits and be respected by everybody because Asian communities are still harassed even in broad daylight. An example of the maltreatment towards the Asian community is what we can see, read, and heard from the different types of media that shows how mean and aggressive people can be towards other people that is different from them especially to the Asian community.

There were eight (8) people who were shot in Atlanta, United States in which most of them are of Asian descent, in which a 21-year-old man is suspected to be the gunman. The first shooting happened at Young’s Asian Massage Parlor in a strip mall where five (5) were shot and two (2) dead. An hour after that, two (2) more shootings happened in Gold Spa and Aromatherapy Spa which is across the street from each other. In the month of January, an 84-year-old Vicha Ratanapakdee, two days after that a Thai man was shoved to the ground while he was walking in San Francisco and days later, a 91-year-old man was violently attacked while he was walking in Oakland’s Chinatown. There are also reports of physical attacks and robberies that target Asian men and women in the Bay Area and then photos of Noel Quintana have begun circulating, he is a 61-year-old Filipino-American who was slashed in the face with a box cutter when he was riding the subway in New York City.

As a part of the Asian community, do we really just let these things happen to our fellow asians? We must also have to stand up with them against these racist occurrence that put the life of our fellow Asians at risk that would lead them to fear the society that they are living in. It is definitely time that we should stand up for ourselves and educate those who needs to be educated about the importance of treating each other with respect and acceptance no matter what their skin color, their culture and the place where they came from. We must stand with each other and communicate to understand better, let us not close our minds especially to those that are treated differently, those who do not feel accepted in the society that they are in and are shown violence instead of love. Let us stand with one another and let old negative treatments towards another be buried underground, let us change our society into a place where everyone is accepted and safe for who they are or where they came from, a safe haven where everybody is welcome without the feeling of division between races, in which there will be no more dominant and submissive races because we are all humans with the same blood running through our veins.

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The completely unnecessary necessary analysis

by Christopher Smart

March 23, 2021

FILMMAKER TRENT HARRIS AND VACCINE WAR CRIMES

Legendary filmmaker and all around bon vivant, Trent Harris, makes his home in Salt Lake City. It's true. But unlike some other famous moviemakers, Trent insists on doing his own grocery shopping, because everything must be just so. The cult director buys his groceries at Smith Foods on 5th East on account of he likes to be among the real people. Recently, Harris found himself in line behind a woman who looked like a Utah County housewife — and she was not wearing a mask. This galled Harris who hates deadly diseases and people who think wearing a mask is a conspiracy to steal our rights and screw up football. As Trent's temper percolated, the lady Trumpist told the person in front of her that she won't get vaccinated because, “it's a war crime.” That's when our cult hero boiled over — calling her a stupid woman from Utah County — which coming from Trent is strong language. Shaking-mad and fearing that he might commit a war crime, himself, or that she might have a Glock in her purse and shoot his ears off, Harris vanished, like one of his alien movie characters. The upside to this horror story is that it gave Harris an idea for a new film: “Alien Vaccine War Crimes at the Food King,” or, “Covid from Kolob and Grocery Store War Crimes,” or …

SLIGHT-OF-HAND FUNDING FOR THE “GREEN” INLAND PORT

OK, here's the situation. We've got land west of the airport where all the big boys want to build an Inland Port — where millions of trucks and trains would bring all kinds of stuff to put in a sea of warehouses to be trucked elsewhere later. It's great because it will bring commerce and jobs and taxes. Some frowny faces say it will harm the environment and bring horrendous traffic jams and pollution that will poison Salt Lake's nice, yellow air. But enough of the naysayers. The Inland Port is like the future: it's coming, like it or not. So what we'll do is get our friends in the Legislature to sneak through a bill at the last minute to create a bank with $75 million in taxpayer funds. Then, we'll appoint five people (who may or may not belong to our ward) to a board that will determine who gets the dough to build what will be The Greg Hughes Memorial Inland Port. There will be transparency, of course, because those five people can bear their testimony whenever they want. And Inland Port Executive Director Jack Hedge told the naysayers not to worry because he is listening to all their whining. And we will put nice, big, green trees all the way around the port to make it look green — get it, GREEN. We can say it's GREEN and it will be the truth — sort of.

PUTTING THE HURT ON OLD ASIAN LADIES

Dear fellow social-media trolls and Tucker Carlson fans, we don't need to put no more hurt on them Asian-American people. Here's why: they weren't the ones who brung the Trump Virus. They was already here on account of they live here and are Americans just like all them Italians and Irish who came here before. Well sure, we always treat immigrants bad on account of it's a tradition, kinda like when them little college boys make their friends drink themselves to death. Then after a while, them immigrants marry our daughters and things get different. Anyhow, don't listen to nobody who says Trump did this just because he blamed the Chinese for Covid and kept calling it the Kung Flu. Trump has aways been fair to them that's trying to take jobs from real, white Americans. But listen, it's one thing to take on Bruce Lee but it ain't really the same when you hammer on little old Asian men and women. What if we did that to you're granny, shithead. And anyway, think of the good stuff we got from Asians: Toyotas, Chinese food and Thai stick. So chill and order you some lo mien and egg rolls. That Sapporo beer's not bad either, but it ain't But Light. So relax and put that White Supremacy Bullshit were it belongs.

Post script — Well that's it for another week of hatred and violence here in the land of the free and home of the brave. The fact is that you are not even safe at your neighborhood grocery store or anywhere in the gun-toting U.S.A. The Marjorie Taylor Greens of this country say your 2nd Amendment right to carry an assault rifle is at risk. Really? There are now over 400 million firearms in this country. Here's what to expect: If the people at the Boulder, Colo. supermarket or those folks at the Atlanta massage parlors had AR-15s they would still be alive. The killer in Atlanta bought his weapon the day of the murders. But don't worry, we won't pass any reasonable laws like waiting periods so fewer crazy people can be killers because that would be impeding your 2nd Amendment rights. In the 1770s, the Founders could not image life in 2021. If they could, there would be no 2nd Amendment. Back then Gen. George Washington needed the help of local militias because our Continental Army was small. At a moments notice, civilians were called to help fight the Brits. But that has not been the case for well over 200 years and we do have a well-regulated militia — the National Guard. You don't have to wonder what life is like in war-torn Congo. You're living it.

Well Wilson, this might be the time for nitrous oxide, or the Thai stick or the Bourbon. People in the civilized world think we're crazy and the evidence would suggest we are. How 'bout a road trip to some place safe — like, say, Iceland. Pick it, Wilson:

In this dirty old part of the city Where the sun refuse to shine People tell me there ain't no use in trying Now my girl you're so young and pretty And one thing I know is true You'll be dead before your time is due I know We gotta get out of this place If its the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place 'Cause girl, there's a better life For me and you

Yeah yeah yeah yeah We gotta get out of this place If its the last thing we ever do We gotta get out of this place Girl, there's a better life For me and you

(We Gotta Get Out of This Place — The Animals)

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Được mở cửa lại, tiệm nail bang Georgia vẫn dè dặt Một số tiệm làm móng, làm tóc của người Việt ở tiểu bang Georgia vẫn chưa dám mở cửa trở lại mà chờ đợi thêm một thời gian nữa dù Thống đốc Brian Kemp đã cho phép hoạt động lại, theo tìm hiểu của VOA. Ông Kemp hôm 20/4 loan báo sẽ cho mở cửa lại các tiệm làm móng, tiệm massage, phòng tập thể hình và chỗ chơi bowling từ thứ Sáu ngày 24/4. Ngoài ra, các nhà thờ sẽ được mở cửa đón tín đồ trở lại và các nhà hàng, rạp chiếu bóng cũng được mở cửa từ thứ Hai. Ông Kemp cũng cấm các thành phố áp đặt các giới hạn đối với việc kinh doanh. Georgia hiện xếp thứ 12 trong các số tiểu bang bị dịch bệnh Covid-19 ảnh hưởng nặng nề nhất ở Mỹ. Số liệu của Đại học Johns Hopkins đến ngày 24/4 cho thấy tiểu bang này đã có trên 22.000 ca nhiễm và gần 900 ca tử vong. ‘Nghĩ cho gia đình’ Trao đổi với VOA, bà Phạm Bích Loan, chủ tiệm làm móng NT Spa & Nail ở thành phố Lawrenceville, cho biết bà vẫn chưa mở cửa tiệm lại. “Khi mà chính phủ cho mở cửa lại tôi cũng có hỏi ý kiến của thợ thì phần đông họ không dám đi làm lại chỉ có một người dám thôi. Tôi theo số đông của họ nên thôi. Biết là mình có nhiều thứ cần chi tiêu nhưng mình cũng cố gắng cho họ ở nhà,” bà Loan nói. “Mình cũng không thể nào ép họ đi làm được vì mọi người ai cũng có cuộc sống và gia đình của họ,” bà nói thêm. “Họ cũng nói là không biết khi nào mới dám đi làm trở lại. Mặc dù họ cũng rất muốn đi làm nhưng bây giờ mà ngã xuống một cái thì gia đình họ sẽ như thế nào.” Theo lời bà thì sau khi có lệnh mở cửa trở lại ‘khách hàng có gọi vô hỏi’ nhưng bà đã ‘xin lỗi và khất lại với họ’. Bản thân bà Loan cũng không muốn đi làm lại trong tình hình này, bà cho biết. “Tôi còn gia đình nữa mà tình hình còn nhiều bệnh quá. Biết là đi làm để kiếm tiền nhưng nếu bị lây bệnh rồi thì làm sao,” bà than thở. Bà nói cho dù bà mở cửa lại vào lúc này và áp dụng các biện pháp phòng ngừa đi nữa bà ‘vẫn không biết khách hàng như thế nào’. “Chỉ cần một sơ suất nhỏ của khách hàng thì chồng con mình sẽ rất là đau khổ, cho nên thà chậm chút xíu nhưng an toàn,” bà nói thêm. Bà chủ tiệm nail này cho biết trong hơn một tháng qua nghỉ ở nhà, ngày nào bà ‘cũng nhìn ra cửa, đứng ngồi không yên vì nhiều thứ cần phải chi tiêu trong khi con còn đang học đại học’. ‘Thà chậm mà chắc’ Bà nói bà phải đi vay tiền của anh em và bóp lưng bóp bụng ‘không dám mua sắm cái gì hết’ trong khi tiệm đóng cửa nhưng vẫn phải trả tiền thuê. “Biết rằng ở nhà sẽ khó khăn hơn, nhưng sức khỏe là trên hết. Tiền bạc thì ai cũng cần. Ở nhà rất là túng thiếu, phải trả tiền thuê, tiền bảo hiểm, tiền Internet các thứ vẫn phải trả đầy đủ nhưng sức khỏe không cho phép mình cố gắng nhiều nữa,” bà nói. Bà cho rằng phần lớn các tiệm nail khác cũng sẽ không mở cửa vào lúc này giống như tiệm của bà. Còn nếu bà mở cửa thì cũng không có thợ làm trong khi bà cũng muốn giữ lại việc làm cho thợ quen nên không muốn thuê mướn thợ mới. Vả lại, bà giải thích rằng bây giờ nếu mở cửa lại thì ‘khách hàng chỉ còn lại 4-5 phần’. “Khi bắt đầu dịch bệnh có những người đến tiệm tháo móng ra luôn. Thường là họ hẹn 2 tuần đến tiệm một lần nhưng khi tháo móng rồi thì họ không có hẹn trở lại.” Khi được hỏi về quyết định của chính quyền bang Georgia cho mở cửa lại, bà Loan nói ‘hơi liều’. “Ở nước Mỹ vẫn còn nguy hiểm. Ở Georgia vẫn chưa đỡ hơn. Nói chung là hơi bị liều.” “Tình hình dịch bệnh như vầy nếu mình chậm tí xíu nữa thì sẽ an toàn gấp trăm lần. Ngày hôm nay chậm một bước sau này tiến xa 100 bước. Chứ bây giờ đi nhanh quá sau này đi thụt lùi còn khó hơn,” bà nói. Bà cho biết tối qua bà có nghe tin một người đồng nghiệp cũ, người Mỹ, làm chung hãng may với bà khi trước được 8 năm, có con gái và cháu ngoại đều qua đời vì bệnh dịch. “Tôi rất buồn, đau lòng lắm. Tự dưng mình nghe mình sợ lắm. Cả đêm tôi không ngủ được,” bà nói. Bà nói bà dự trù nếu mọi thứ ổn định thì sang đầu tháng sau hoặc 2 tuần nữa thì bà sẽ mở cửa tiệm trở lại. ‘Cẩn thận tối đa’ Từ thành phố Atlanta, thủ phủ tiểu bang, bà Trúc Tăng, chủ tiệm làm tóc Hair Creation, cho VOA biết bà đã mở cửa tiệm lại ngay sau khi có lệnh của Thống đốc Kemp. Bà cho biết trong tình hình này bà áp dụng thêm nhiều biện pháp phòng dịch cũng như tuân thủ triệt để hướng dẫn của chính quyền. Thứ nhất là bà giới hạn số lượng khách có mặt trong tiệm, đặt lịch hẹn trước với khách so le giờ giấc ra để tránh khách tập trung vào một lúc. Thứ hai là bà thay đổi dụng cụ và tấm choàng cho khách chứ không dùng lại cho các khách khác nhau. “Khách trước khi vô tiệm phải đo nhiệt độ và được hỏi trong vòng 14 ngày qua có bị sốt hay triệu chứng gì không,” bà Trúc nói. “Khách vô tiệm 10 người thì hết 10 đều đeo khẩu trang. Trong lúc làm thì khách vẫn đeo không tháo ra.” “Tụi tôi cũng có đeo khẩu trang và tấm che mặt.” “Theo quy định của tiểu bang thì tụi tôi khi đi làm phải đem theo một bộ đồ. Trước khi rời khỏi tiệm thì phải thay bộ đồ khác để đi về nhà. Giày dép cũng phải để trong xe chứ không mang vô nhà,” bà nói thêm. Tuy nhiên trong ngày đầu tiên mở cửa lại, bà Trúc cho biết chỉ có hai thợ là người trong gia đình đi làm, còn ba người thợ khác ở bên ngoài xin ‘đợi 1, 2 tuần nữa để coi như thế nào’. “Họ còn có con nhỏ, mình không thể ép họ đi làm lại được,” bà giải thích và cho biết trong ngày đầu tiên ‘chỉ chừng 20-40% các cửa tiệm làm nail, làm tóc ở khu bà mở cửa lại và đều đóng cửa sớm’. “Khách hàng cũng đông vì mình đã đóng cửa một tháng mấy rồi. Cho nên khách gọi vô hỏi ngày mở cửa lại cũng nhiều,” bà cho biết. Bà nói thêm là trong một tháng qua bị đóng cửa, bà ‘cũng cố gắng cầm cự nhưng cũng không khó khăn gì mấy’. “Tôi làm bao năm nay rồi nếu chỉ nghỉ một tháng thì không đến nỗi,” bà nói. “Dịch này không biết chừng nào hết, nếu đóng cửa thêm chừng vài tháng nữa thì đủ thứ tiền không biết xoay sở sao,” bà giải thích lý do vì sao bà mở cửa lại ngay khi chính quyền cho phép. “Tình hình ở Georgia cũng vẫn chưa an toàn. Mỗi ngày số ca nhiễm vẫn tăng lên.” Bà mô tả ngày đầu tiên mở cửa Atlanta ‘đã đỡ vắng hơn mấy tuần trước’ nhưng ‘người ta ra đường cần cái gì thì đi nhanh nhanh rồi về chứ không la cà chỗ này chỗ kia như trước’. Khác với bà Trúc, một chủ tiệm tóc khác ở Atlanta là tiệm Oanh Hair Salon xưng tên là Oanh nói với VOA rằng bà vẫn chưa dám mở cửa vì tình hình dịch bệnh ‘vẫn chưa ổn’. Bà Oanh nói bà tin tưởng vào quyết định của thống đốc bang nhưng ‘quyền lợi cá nhân của mình thì mình phải tự bảo vệ vì tôi còn có con nhỏ nữa’. Một số tiệm làm móng, làm tóc của người Việt ở tiểu bang Georgia vẫn chưa dám mở cửa trở lại mà chờ đợi thêm một thời gian nữa dù Thống đốc Brian Kemp đã cho phép hoạt động lại, theo tìm hiểu của VOA. #news

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