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Hi! I'm Marcel, a roma from Romania. In France

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Lorant Ham France43 Posts July 16 2021 21:42 GMT #1 Foreword dedicated to TLMafia by numberguy Saint-Quentin, pronounced similar to the number 51 in french (especially if one lacks the patience to insert an 'et'/& in there due to RL-busy-ness and whatnot) is a city which was renamed so after a beheaded fellow's body was found by some important blind broad and buried and forgotten and built a megachurch upon the site where someone with mad architectural skills by the name Eligius found it again. Funny how wikipedia says "Eligius distributed the nails with which Quentin's body had been pierced, as well as some of the saint's teeth and hair. As he was a skillful goldsmith, he placed the relics in a shrine he had fashioned himself. He also rebuilt the church." like on the way out the door they're like 'oh yeah, sort of as a sidenote he built a church, but you know the stuff with the nails and teeth and hair clearly outmatters this lil' piece of masonry Idk, maybe it was a small church that gradually got holy-shit-tier. Like the input one might have found on TL's mafia subforum, before it got to current proportions, while it can still be ignored upon superficial intake, when sufficiently elaborated on by an informed and eloquent disambiguator however the true colors shine bright and close like a rainbow in a place like this, where the westwinds transport clouds superfast. One can always deduce the major compass points.. like one can deduce what's worthwhile about mafia: the game-overarching meta element when creatively elaborated on within a social setting and/or its compatibility and synergy with pretty much anything else worthwhile, forming a higher whole we'll call Highwhole! for example. When it gets really eerily interesting is when one lets the mind wonder and go resonate with the quasi-trademarked, idiosyncratic TLMafiacal flow; like I did, so I can tell. I noticed the banner is inspired by Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs, alas I applied myself and traveled to St. Quentin; and found a cornucopia of resonating hidden references: The Statler Brothers' Counting Flowers On The Wall is prominently (just moments ago having killed Vega with his own automatic, Butch listens enthusiastically to it in the car as it radio-airs, just to encounter Marcellus of all people) featured in the Tarantino's follow-up movie; tieing things together with the line "playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51" like the dude's room curtesy of the rug. So I'm now thinking I could stencil Arya Stark around the places where I find these references (like the Flash one in the anchor and the reservoir beers joint) and it would no doubt be kind of cool, because Arya 51. And I'm an alien, and Donna —the girl I met when I traveled from here to Calais with 1€ and back, whose Book on Mafia this is a foreword for— is Brittish so she's an alien. And there's a hospital helipad just across the wall of the homeless shelter (so you know we get the next best thing to UFO atmosphere quite often) where I get free food, sleep, 42€ every two weeks, showers and wash my clothes gratis.. everyone here seems extraterrestrial for damn sure. If you /in Area Saint Quentin Mafia and the game commences you will be assigned a role as one of them, getting 2 (for stereoscopy) portrait pictures, maybe even a vid so you can see for yourself.

Lorant Ham France43 Posts July 19 2021 23:09 GMT #2 Intervention I, Marcel jmecheru' valaho-francez plasat have come to believe in the direct proportionality of the likelihood of veridicity in terms of explanation for global events and causality AND cognitive proximality. Meaning, for the particular context I invoked and the covid emancipation, that it just might be the truth what I connected in my mind about the relation between co-vid (as in a second slightly sideswayed video to complement the first one and thus enable stereoscopy) and the fact that the day dedicated to Quentin the saint's celebration is the 31st of October; the day people like to dress up and wear masks. Furthermore, I've read the name-of-the-city-prior-to-becoming-Saint-Quentin as Augusta Viromandorum when I first saw it inscribed in stone (unsure where), What I'm trying to get at exactly is I've had two retorts prepared for the eventuality of harassment from pseudo-law-enforcement-officers camouflaged in inquiry pertaining to how come I don't wear a mask the way most people in the city center when mass-congregating on terraces don't, instead of mimicking the ones who do even though they're walking alone on an otherwise people-devoid sidewalk in the middle of the night when that's exactly what I'm doing, eversince I decided this whole thing just ain't for moi: The first one was that even though me and Michael Jackson have the same birthday (in August) I'm not him. He's dead, or just returned to his home planet if MiB is to be given credence. And the second one I had lined up was of course the timespan in months that Halloween has passed.

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