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getmybuzzup · 6 months
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Tiny & Heiress Harris Attend Paw Patrol: The Mighty Movie Screenings Over the Weekend - Photos - This past weekend, celebrities and their kids gathered in theatres across the nation to see Paw Patrol: The Mighty Movie, for a sneak preview ahead of the nationwide premiere on Friday, September 29th. Celebrities included: Los Angeles: Amina Buddafly at Regal LA Live, 1000 W Olympic Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90015 for the Paw Patrol: The Mighty Movie Screening on Sep 23. Atlanta: Tameka "Tiny" Harris and Heiress Harris, Rich Homie Quan and Kyla Willaims, Ralph Pittman, V103's Shamea Morton, and HGTV's Married to Real Estate Mike Jackson at AMC Madison Yards 8, 975 Memorial Dr SE Atlanta, GA 30316 for the Paw Patrol: The Mighty Movie Screening on Sep 23. https://wp.me/p1PuJR-5AU7 Please Reblog!
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scribesandvibes · 1 year
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#graceandgratitude / #poetryvibes Repost @v103atlanta ・・・ THE CREW !!!!! @iamjoycelittel #poeticmoments EVERY THURSDAY 10P-12am. • • • #atlpoets #atlantapoetryscene #worldwidepoets #v103 #atl #atlanta #doitallwillis #doitall #joycelittel #spokenword #poetry ・・・ #vibewise: We’d like to take a moment to extend our gratitude to @iamjoycelittel and @thequeensheba… Thank you for the opportunity to appear on Poetic Moments during #TheQuietStorm. We appreciate all that you do to #pushpoetryforward. -Stevie #scribesandvibes #adifferentkindofvibe #urbancontemporary #joycelittel #thequeensheba https://www.instagram.com/p/ClH3shzAGp8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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akbey1913 · 1 year
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I don’t remember the last time we were compelled to CUT OFF THE #TV, sit around the table and listen to meaningful media programs centered around #ActiveCitezenship and #EconomicEngagement. #OurVoteMatters #BlackRadioUnited #BlackRadioForTheVote #Jazz919 #Kiss1041 #V103 #Streets945 #AUC #AtlantaUniversityCenter #AtlantaUniversity #MoorishScienceTempleOfAmerica #HBCU #MorehouseCollege #SpelmanCollege (at East Point, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjUAaLkutZ9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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tonethegoat · 2 years
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Promo Run Activated!!! Salute to @djgregstreet, Boosie @americasmostwantedig slid thru to let da radio waves know what’s about to come. #WaterboyzTheMovie drops 9/28 exclusively on BoosieMovie.com Tune into my IG Live this morning at 8:30am, I’ll be giving away tickets to my #BigStooopidPoolParty and to the 1st Annual #GoatFest #its6oclock #V103 @v103atlanta https://www.instagram.com/p/ChUcAviAfu8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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wikkedscorpion · 2 years
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Reposted from @v103atlanta #ICYMI #Ciara is serving up body goals on the 2022 cover of #sportsillustratedswimsuit The superstar and #ATLien joins #KimKardashian, model and activist Maye Musk and modeling industry rising star Yumi Nu as part of this year's cover class. For her shoot, CiCi traveled to Barbados to be photographed by Ben Watts. On the cover, she wades in crystal blue water wearing a sexy leopard print LaQuan Smith bustier-style one-piece and straw hat. "I've always dreamt of being on this cover, ever since I was really young,” Ciara told the publication. “Especially as an entertainer. It's always been pretty significant in the entertainment space. So it's a big dream come true for me. And it was a special day when I got the call." Husband, #RussellWilson, also shared his excitement for her cover shoot adding: "As you can probably tell, I'm incredibly proud of my wife. And now that she's on the cover of SI Swimsuit, that's one more thing for me to take pride in," he shared. "I know it's something she's always wanted. And I know she'll use the visibility that comes with being on the cover to inspire even more people—not only as a mother and the beautiful angel and the powerful woman that she is.” Be sure to tap into @thekennyburnsshow LIVE right NOW on @v103atlanta or Audacy.com! #TKBS #TKBSNation #V103 #V103Atlanta #ThePlaylistofLife #atlradio #TheKennyBurnsShow #TheDREAMisReaL #WholeIsTheGoal #TheLifestyleSpecialist #KennyBurns #atlantaradio #ciarawilson #russellwilson https://www.instagram.com/p/CdouN8LDmHo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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fckdasociety · 11 months
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Been friends since jeezy was taking over V103 🥵
Happy MF Birthday to you my sister ❤️
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negative-azure · 8 months
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               𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘
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                   ❝seven pounds of pressure❞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
                              [18+] [third person; omniscient]
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The scent of weed, hookah coals and the pungent smell of spilled alcohol hung heavy in the air, smoke wafting in thick, gray vapors in front of Jamari’s face as he exited the back of the club. Trotting down the short, wooden steps, he joined his entourage and a group of other men that were hanging out in the back parking lot. The air outside was humid - almost sticky, and fresh with the smell of rain that left the fabric of the monogrammed, navy blue and white Louis Vuitton polo he wore clinging to his body. The night sky above was vacant - light from the stars obscured by street lights, bathing the cracked, wet asphalt below in an odd shade of orange. Steam wafted up from the concrete, surrounding the men huddled in a circle in front of him too consumed in their dice game - their voices loud and obnoxious, echoing in the vacant parking lot, along with bass-boosted music that played from a red Dodge Charger. 
Jamari hung to the outside of the crowd, his body supported by the brick wall behind him, his eyes following the motion of the set of white and black dice as it collided against the ground.  Hands swiped at money as more fluttered through the air - green, tatted bills falling haphazardly on top of fresh bank notes below. 
His ears were filled with the sounds of incoherent conversations, background noise to the thoughts that raced in his head. Subconsciously, he played with the lighter and blunt in his hands, flicking the lighter on and off again, the strong smell of butane dancing across his senses along with the subtle smell of the berry flavored tobacco leaf. 
Rolling the blunt back and forth between his fingers, he finally decided to light one end - the flowery, diesel smell of the weed intensifying as he brought it to his lips, inhaling harshly as the smoke filled his lungs, smoke spilling out from the other end. 
Jamari’s nerves were on the fritz - an almost electric, pin needle sensation washing over his body. 
Even the numb lull from the amount of Hennessey that coursed through his veins couldn’t completely tune out the way he felt. 
Something was bothering him.
And the feeling washed over Jamari like a nasty disease, permeating his mind.
It bothered him from the moment he woke up this morning, through his much awaited interview with V103, and lingered even in his studio session. It made him feel antsy. Unfocused. It made him feel on edge, almost like he was watching a horror movie - worked to the edge of his seat, anticipation building to a crescendo. That kind of feeling was foreign, so unnerving and unlike himself.
It was like he could feel that something was wrong, so wrong, and the thought of it made the hairs of the back of his neck stand up. It sent a chill down his spine. 
Something lingered in the fuckin’ air, and Jamari swore he could damn near taste it. 
Feel it. 
Hold it in his hands. 
And he didn’t like it. 
“Murda, you straight?” 
Looking up, he met the eyes of his bodyguard, Joshua. He didn’t even notice that he was standing in front of him, the raspiness of his voice in Jamari's head sounding so close, yet so far away. Joshua’s eyes scanned his face, his body language stiff as he stood with hands clasped together in front of him. 
“Yeah, yeah,” Jamari cleared his throat, nodding his head. He puffed smoke again, the sensation of the smoke burning the inside of his nose as he inhaled. The rest of the smoke escaped from between his lips as he spoke, Jamari inhaling deeply again before extending the blunt to Joshua. He hoped that the weed would calm his nerves, and really hoped that his friend wouldn’t be able to tell how “off” he felt. 
But, seeing right through the thinly veiled gesture, Joshua raised his eyebrows, “You sure?”
“Yeah,” he lied again, “I’m just in my head ‘bout this music shit.”
Joshua nodded his head - slowly - his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the look on Jamari’s face. Even if the tongue lied, body language couldn’t - and Jamari looked like he was a deer in damn headlights, fear and worry lurking behind his expressive, dark brown eyes.  
But even if he wanted to, Jamari knew he wouldn’t be able to explain clearly how he felt to Joshua. His “spidey senses” were tingling, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing mental gymnastics as he tried to narrow down exactly what it was. That was Jamari’s biggest issue - he didn’t know what had him so wound up. What was pressing his buttons, pushing his pressure points. 
Like damn, what the fuck was it? 
“You a fraudulent, wack ass nigga!” 
Murda could point out that grating, pitchy voice from anywhere, his eyes immediately finding the owner of the voice in the crowd - dressed in a red and white Gucci shirt, and black jeans, and a big, obnoxiously sized chain in the shape of a money bag hanging from around his neck. 
That voice belonged to no one other than Rich Baby - Murda’s labelmate and one of the sharpest thorns in his side. 
From the moment the two of them met, Rich Baby seemed to have it out for Murda. Whether it was on social media, in songs, interviews - whatever it was, he made it his business to antagonize Jamari every chance he got. And unfortunately, since they were on the same label, it meant that they ran in the same circles. And because it sold records, made the fans want more from the two of them, made the blogs talk - Jamari had to be in his presence more often than he would like. And for someone as attention seeking as Rich, it meant that he would go all out to keep the persona, the image attached to his name. 
But for once, Rich’s attention wasn’t on Jamari, and instead of the dice game that had come to a screeching halt in front of them. 
Rich was staring down another man, dice in one hand and money in the other, the two of them exchanging nasty glares at each other. 
“Here them niggas go,” Joshua added, shaking his head as he watched the group over his shoulder. 
Tension hung in the air as words were exchanged, playful banter and yelling suddenly turning serious. The air surrounding them seemed to turn stale, and Murda could feel the shift in the situation - his chest tightening as his heart thumped away loudly in his ears. The blunt in Joshua’s hand had long gone out - a thin wisp of smoke filtering from the charred and blackened end of the blunt. The crowd seemed to egg on the “discussion” between Rich and the other man on, both sides taunting each other. 
“You tryna say I’m cheating? Cause I know that ain’t what yo’ ugly ass is tryna tell me, nigga!”
“That’s exactly what the fuck I’m saying. You fuckin’ dumb?” 
“Watch yo’ fuckin’ mouth when you talking to me, nigga-”
“The fuck is you finna do if I don’t?”
That’s when the pushing and shoving started. 
The sound of shouting filled Jamari’s ears, Rich’s figure drowned out in the sea of men that seemed to swarm the situation - some of them trying to diffuse it, while others were too consumed with their argument to be bothered with backing down. Designer shoes and Jordans stepped all over the money on the ground, while hands reached to pull the men apart, some men opting to attempt to pick up the money beneath their feet like vultures.
“What - you wanna hit for this shit or what?” 
Wait..
“I got something for you, don’t even fuckin’ worry.”
Was this..
“Hold on, the fuck you finna-”
A loud, ear splitting pop rang out into the air - echoing as the crowd instantly scattered, spreading out in all different directions, like a bunch of roaches. Loud footsteps and screaming echoed in the night air, and the sounds of engines revving and tires screeching across asphalt made for a disastrous symphony. 
Jamari’s ears rang, and he could smell the smoke from the gunfire in the air, temporarily stunning his senses and burning his eyes. 
But when the smoke cleared, his eyes caught sight of Rich on the ground. 
“What the fuck!” 
Joshua yelled, kneeled down at Rich’s side. His hands were covered in thick, red blood as he tried to apply pressure to Rich’s chest. Rich grabbed weakly at Joshua’s hands, smearing the liquid across his shirt and Joshua’s tattooed hands. Without even thinking about it, Jamari joined him at Rich’s side along with a few other people - a woman lifting Rich’s head while another was on the phone, her words barely comprehensible as they slurred together. 
Jamari was completely paralyzed as he stared down at the pool of blood covering the front of Rich’s shirt, Rich’s eyes blinking slowly as he tried to speak but the woman cradling his head told him not to. His body was frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing in front of him. 
Then he realized - what he had been feeling all day. What had been bothering him. 
Death.
It hung high in the air, yet Jamari was powerless to do anything about it.
The sound of sirens filled the air, swarming Jamari’s senses as he was fixed to his kneeling position on the ground. His hands trembled, and he struggled to breathe, watching Joshua as he continued to apply pressure to Rich’s chest, blood covering his hands and his shirt. Rich struggled to breathe, his chest rising shallowly as blood spilled from the corners of his lips with each passing breath. Joshua shouted at Rich to hold on, that he would be okay - but as the intensity and volume of the sirens grew closer, they all knew that there wasn’t much they could continue to do. 
Jamari’s ears hadn’t stopped ringing - in a trance as he watched Rich take his last breath.
“Murda - we gotta go!” 
The sound of Joshua’s voice fell on Jamari’s deaf ears, his body still frozen in place as he looked upon Rich’s cold, lifeless eyes. 
“Jamari, are you listening to me?” 
Joshua shook him, trying to snap Jamari out of his trance. 
“Jamari!”
Yanking him up from the ground, Joshua shook him again, his bloody fingers digging into the soft fabric of Jamari’s shirt. Their eyes shared the same fearful, panicked expression in them, the two of them realizing the magnitude of what had unfolded in front of them. Sirens wailed through the streets, and behind them people filed out of the club, more people screaming and wailing in disbelief, the two men getting swallowed up in the crowd that had started to form. 
“What the fuck do we do?” Jamari stumbled over his words, the syllables spilling out from his mouth. 
“Ain’t shit we can do now but get the fuck out of here.”
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘?. . . the key signature, ❝dreamchaser❞
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aaliyahunleashed · 6 months
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Born Jomo Kenyatta Hankerson on September 26, 1969 (son of Barry Hankerson / CEO of Blackground Records)
In his earlier childhood, Jomo was trusted with the task of walking young Aaliyah and Rashad home from school when their mother couldn’t; they lived five (5) blocks from each other. Aaliyah grew up with many pets, including ducks, snakes, and iguanas. Her cousin Jomo had a pet Alligator (which even Aaliyah felt was a bit much).  
“I was in my last year at Pepperdine University when we started Blackground records in ‘91”, Jomo shared with Fader Magazine ( back in 2011).
After the R.K scandal, Jomo didn’t feel it was fair that the public villainize Aaliyah and ultimately, they felt they were blackballed from the music industry because of how difficult it was to get producers for the sophomore album. 
When Lifetime did their disgraceful Aaliyah biopic movie, Jomo shared the similarities he saw Zendaya going through that Aaliyah went through and shared with V103 that (like Aaliyah), “She’s just trying to get a job and just work, it’s not her”. 
When asked who he thought should play Aaliyah instead, Jomo responded, “I would love to get Zoe Saldana”. He continued saying, “I think she could pull off the acting part and she’s obviously gorgeous and beautiful”.
In Christopher John Farley’s 2013 book ‘Aaliyah: More Than a Woman,’ Jomo shared that the collaboration between Aaliyah and Trent was challenging to arrange due to their conflicting schedules. ⁠ ⁠ “They did get a chance to meet, they did not get a chance to work together. But Trent, creatively, is a very deliberate cat, and they were never able to coordinate schedules. And when Aaliyah's movie career took off, it made it really hard for us to find the time and coordinate with Trent. She was excited to meet him, and she told me afterward that he was absolutely as incredible as she thought he would be when they met,” Jomo shared.⁠
There is little to no other information on Jomo Hankerson's personally life (wife, kids, etc).
Source: Google, Wikipedia, Linkedin, Tumblr, IMDB,  and Getty Images. 
"I remember that once Rashad and Aaliyah got to Detroit, that Aaliyah and Aunt Diane would always be around the house singing. Growing up, Aaliyah would sing the whole Whitney Houston album" - Jomo Hankerson on growing up with Aaliyah.
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mrp706 · 1 year
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DJ QUET & LIL BANKHEAD.... @lilbankhead #atlantahawks #bet #moneymu #viralvideo #explorepage #trending  #djquet #djmeme #internationaldj #protools #celebrity #iheart #iheartradio #instagram #instareels #blessed  #atlanta #columbia #hiphop #music #trapmusic #xsquaddjs #augusta #v103 #lilbankhead #pbrownlive #bankhead https://www.instagram.com/p/CnUzYRDpUfg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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raymondvelez · 25 days
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2 Owls
“Can I get 2 grape-flavored white owls?” I said sliding a twenty on the counter.
The gas station clerk grabbed two cigars from off the wall behind him and about $17 worth of change out the cash register. I stuffed the change in my jacket pocket and kept the blunts in my hand as I walked back to my BMW with expired plates. I hadn’t driven my car in a while so the gas tank was still practically full. This was one of those mandatory joy rides you had to make on a vintage foreign car because when you don’t drive a car enough and just leave it sitting, all type of stuff start happening to the transmission and what not.
I never drive too far. Just a few miles around Logan Square or Humboldt Park. I’ll usually just let my sister drive and I ride shotgun to stay out of trouble. But my sister was out of town and I needed to get out the house anyway.
I wasn’t good at rolling so I was rolling on the way to pick up Lisa cause I hadn’t seen her since our college days at Northwestern. I would write her English Papers and she would write my Biology papers. She became a nurse. And I became a greedy banker because being a teacher wasn’t going to cut it when I had lawyer fees. She had just moved back to the hood too. But her stint was looking more permanent cause her father got really sick and it honestly just wasn’t looking good for Mr. Reyes. Student loans and medical bills don’t stop. But neither can you. You know?
I pulled up in front of Lisa’s child home apartment on Drake. She popped right out. Lisa is a very attractive woman but it’s like life made her forget it. Kids, abusive baby daddies and life can do that to you. Lisa was hiding her eyes behind huge reading glasses, a northwestern hoodie and Jordan 9’s. It was like she got dressed using whatever I had in my closet. Her pony tail was messy too.
“Hey Los.” Lisa said after pecking my cheek.
“Sup, Lisa.” I said handing her the blunts and the eighth I had just bought. “There’s some cd’s in my glovebox you could use.”
“Damn. Right to the point, huh? No how are you?” Lisa said digging in my glovebox.
“You know I’m pressed for time and I can’t get pulled over.” I replied. “How’s your dad?”
“I don’t want to talk about my dad.” Lisa replied.
Lisa pulled out my copy of The College Dropout and started breaking everything up on the booklet.
“Why you playing V103?” Lisa asked.
“Cause it’s night time and I like to relax at night. Everything ain’t about turning up.”
“I’m not trying to turn up either. But damn. This song old asf.”
The radio was playing “Remind Me” by Patrice Rushen and I did not want to change the station cause I really loved this song. It was literally one of my favorite songs ever.
“What you tryna hear?” I asked.
“You can leave it.” Lisa replied already licking the blunt.
I kept on Armitage until I saw Margie’s Candies and then made a right on Western so we could smoke in Humboldt Park by the Paseo Boriqua signs on California.
Once we parked, we lit the blunt and took several puffs each in silence. We were still as tight as we were in College. Distance and years of no communication couldn’t change that. We were family.
“Why you so quiet, nigga?” Lisa asked.
“You quiet too!” I replied.
“How are you, though?” Lisa asked. “You always checking on me which I appreciate and all. But you gotta start making things more about you, Papa.”
“Here we go.” I replied. “Look, I’m good. Never better.”
“If you say so, Los Cruz.”
“The whole government?” I asked laughing.
“The whole government.” Lisa replied matter-of-factly.
Once the blunt was finished, I opened the sun roof to let in some fresh air. I was taken back by how bright the stars were. And despite being hidden behind clouds, the moon was still visible in a subtle, but still beautiful way.
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tashabilities · 25 days
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I don't like that Craig David calls what he does "soul" music.
It's not, it's pop.
I also think he's had some work done on his jaw because his face was longer
So how that jaw get square in middle age?
I need to sit on some dick, this is tortuous
But yeah, soul is from descendants of U.S. chattel slavery, beloved.
Your mama white and your daddy Grenadian and the half African descent you do have DOES NOT create soul music.
Words mean things and when my people are living under active genocide, I'll be damn if my diaspora cousins start mislabeling MY shit and using MY terms to define what they do
Just like the dummies tryna call Tems 'Nigerian R&B', y'all better go to hell
Play it on V103 for the folks who like it
But call it something else because rhythm and blues, it is the fuck NOT.
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ugurcifdaloz · 4 months
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KADIN KODLARI
A104 ANGEL A112 ALIEN A114 DIOR ADDICT A117 CACHAREL AMOR AMOR A118 ARMANI MY WAY A120 ARMANI CODE A121 ARMANI BECAUSE IT YOU A122 ARMANI SI PASSION (KIRMIZI ŞİŞE) B103 BURBERRY HER (ÇİLEKLİ KOKU) B104 BURBERRY CLASSIC B106 BURBERRY WEEKEND C118 MAD CASHMERE C119 CACHAREL YES I AM C120 CHANEL COCO MADEMOSIELLE C121 CALVIN KLEIN EUPHORIA C123 CHANEL CHANCE C124 PRADA CANDY C126 212 SEXY CAROLINE HERRERA D101 DAVIDOFF COOL WATER D104 DIOR JOY D114 MISS DIOR BOUQET D115 DOLCE GABBANA LIGHT BLUE D116 DOLCE GABBANA Q D119 DAVIDOFF ECHO (VODKA) D121 DONNA KARAN BE DELICIOUS (YEŞİL ELMA) E101 ELIE SAAB GIRL NOW E104 ARMANI SHE E109 ESCADA COLLECTION E117 ESCADA MAGNETISM G101 GUCCI ENVY ME (BEBEK KOKUSU) G103 GOOD GIRL CAROLINE HERRERA G104 GIVENCHY L'NTERDIT G106 GOOD GIRL SUPREME G107 MON GUERLAIN H102 HUGO BOSS CLASSIC H103 HYPNOTIC POISON H104 HUGO BOSS ALIVE H105 HUGO BOSS INTENSE (122) I102 ISSEY MIYAKE J101 JADORE J102 JEAN PAUL GAULTIER SCANDAL J103 JEAN PAUL GAULTIER 2 J104 JO MALONE WOOD WAGE & SEA SALT K101 KILLIAN GOOD GIRL K103 KENZO FLOWER L101 LANCOME IDOLE L102 LANCOME LA NUIT L103 LA VI EST BELLE INTENSE L111 LOLITA LIFT L112 LANCOME HYPNOSE L113 LACOSTE CLASSIC M101 MIRACLE M104 MONTALE PINK EXTASY M109 ARMANI MANIA N101 CACHAREL NOA N103 NAOMI CAMPLE N105 NARSICO RODRIGUEZ FOR HER N106 NARSICO RODRIGUEZ P101 DE MARLEY ORION P104 OLYMPEA P105 PACO RABANNE FAME P107 PRADA PARADOXE R105 GUCCI RUSH R109 GUCCI RUSH 2 R110 RALPH LAUREN S101 SHISEDIO GINZA S112 ESCADA SEXY GRAFITI T101 TRUSARDI INSIDE WOMEN T103 TOM FORD VELVET T105 TOM FORD LOST CHERRY U101 ULTRAVIOLET V101 SCANDALOUS VICTORIA SECRET V102 VICTORIA SECRET NIGHT V103 VICTORIA SECRET XO VICTORIA V104 VERY IRRESISTIBLE V105 VICTORIA SECRET BOMBSHELL INTENSE V106 VICTORIA SECRET ORCHID V107 VICTORIA SECRET SEA V109 VICTORIA SECRET TEASE CREME CLOUD V110 BOMBSHEL SUNDRENCHED V112 VICTORIA SECRET BARE VANILLA W101 CHOPARD WISH W113 MIDNIGHT FANTASY W125 SHISEDIO ZEN W132 IRRESISTIBLE ABSOLUTE (BİHTER KOKUSU) W144 CHLOE CLASSIC W150 VERSACE CRYSTAL NOIR W153 LADY MILLION W154 CHANEL CHANCE TENDER W155 ACQUA DI GIO ARMANI W160 212 VIP W162 CHLOE LOVE (PUDRA KOKUSU) W164 CALVIN KLEIN BEAUTY (YASEMIN KOKUSU) W165 GUCCI GUILTY W169 JIMMY CHOO W174 HERMES ELIXIR W175 BURBERRY BODY W179 VERSACE VANITAS W183 VICTORIA SECRET NOIR TEASE W184 HERMES MERVEILES W185 ROBERTO CAVALLI CLASSIC W190 CHRISTIANA AGUILERA W197 ANGE DEMON LE SECRET W201 LANCOME LA VIE EST BELLE W203 ARMANI SI W204 MAD FORBIDDEN ROSE W208 YSL MANIFESTO W209 MY BURBERY W212 MICHAEL KORS SEXY AMBER W213 BLACK OPIUM (KAHVE) W214 VICTORIA SECRET BOMBSHELL W217 VERSACE BRIGHT CRYSTAL W222 OLYMPEA W230 OMNIA CRYSTAL Y101 YSL LIBRE Y102 YSL LIBRE INTENSE Z101 ZADIG VOLTAIRE THIS IS HER Z102 ZADIG VOLTAIRE ZODIAC ROCK HER A113 ALIEN GODDESS
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scribesandvibes · 1 year
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We're looking for #poets! Tag your favorite #poet or #spokenwordartist. We're accepting submissions for #poeticmomemts on #thequietstorm with #V103's @iamjoycelittel and co-host @thequeensheba. Tap the #linkinbio to contact us and learn more about opportunities to perform your #poetry LIVE on air. -Stevie #scribesandvibes #adifferentkindofvibe #unorthodoxtribe ・・・ #quietstorm #slowjams #spokenword #passionandpoetry #poetryvshiphop #joycelittel #thequeensheba https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck2PxopgRuy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Tribute to DJ Casper: Creator of the Cha Cha Slide!
Honoring his memory on Monday Morning Mindfulness 7-9am CST
#djcasper #monday #sunday #higherlearning #hlntvshow #radio #chachaslide
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techrefixer · 1 year
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شرح وتحميل أحدث اصدار Download Android Utility V103:11.04.2023
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justsienna · 1 year
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Life Update - v103
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