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[melynafoxclaw]

1058 – Checking Out Haunted Second Life!  https://thefoxclawpost.wordpress.com/2023/10/30/1058-checking-out-haunted-second-life/    #SecondLife #RYL #RoseYourLife @SOMEONESL #tattoos #MievilleHalloween #UPEvent #InsideYourInventory #HauntedNewOrleans #exploringSL #spooky #IHeartSLFeed #LelutkaEvoX #LilithHead #eBodyReborn #SLbloggers #SLblogs

[agra24]

ताज महोत्सव-2025: थीम भेजने की अंतिम तारीख बढ़ी, विजेता को मिलेंगे ₹10,000

ताज महोत्सव-2025 के लिए थीम भेजने की समय सीमा बढ़ा दी गई है। पहले यह अंतिम तारीख 24 दिसंबर 2024 थी, जिसे अब 15 जनवरी 2025 तक बढ़ा दिया गया है। ताज महोत्सव समिति के सचिव ने जानकारी दी कि हर साल की तरह इस बार भी महोत्सव की थीम के लिए आम जनता से प्रविष्टियां आमंत्रित की जा रही हैं। महोत्सव की थीम का चयन विशेषज्ञ समिति करेगी, और इसके आधार पर आयोजन की पूरी योजना बनाई जाएगी। चयनित थीम के लेखक को ₹10,000 का नकद पुरस्कार प्रदान किया जाएगा। कैसे भेजें अपनी थीम? अपनी स्व-रचित थीम, जो ताज महोत्सव की गरिमा और उद्देश्यों के अनुरूप हो, 15 जनवरी 2025 की शाम 5 बजे तक भेजी जा सकती है। प्रविष्टियां निम्न पते पर भेजें: - सचिव, ताज महोत्सव समिति, उत्तर प्रदेश पर्यटन कार्यालय, 64-ताज रोड, आगरा। - ईमेल: agrauptourism@gmail.com - फोन: 0562-2226431 ताज महोत्सव समिति ने यह भी अपील की है कि थीम संक्षिप्त, प्रभावी और महोत्सव की छवि को उभारने वाली हो। पिछले वर्षों की तरह, इस साल भी थीम के चयन को लेकर जनता में उत्साह देखने को मिल रहा है। पुरस्कार और महोत्सव की तैयारियां: चयनित थीम के लेखक को ₹10,000 की पुरस्कार राशि दी जाएगी। इसके साथ ही, महोत्सव की तैयारियों को अंतिम रूप देने में इस थीम का अहम योगदान होगा। ताज महोत्सव-2025 के लिए तैयारियां जोरों पर हैं, और यह आयोजन आगरा की सांस्कृतिक धरोहर को और भी ऊंचाई पर ले जाने का वादा करता है। ताज महोत्सव के बारे में: ताज महोत्सव उत्तर प्रदेश का वार्षिक आयोजन है, जो कला, संस्कृति और परंपरा का अनोखा संगम प्रस्तुत करता है। इस साल भी, आयोजक इस महोत्सव को भव्य और यादगार बनाने के लिए कड़ी मेहनत कर रहे हैं। तो देर किस बात की? अपनी रचनात्मकता को सामने लाइए और थीम भेजकर इस ऐतिहासिक आयोजन का हिस्सा बनिए। Read the full article

[thxnews]

Kenshi Yonezu x Loewe: Music-Fashion Fusion Delight

  Kenshi Yonezu's Creative World Unveiled

Marking an extraordinary juncture that seamlessly bridges the domains of music and fashion, LVMH Fashion Group Japan K.K. embarks on an unparalleled alliance with the esteemed artist Kenshi Yonezu. This enthralling campaign extends an unprecedented opportunity to peer into the depths of Yonezu's creative cosmos, where his musical ingenuity harmoniously converges with his ardor for manga, novels, poetry, and anime. In a dual celebration, this collaboration commemorates both Loewe's 50th anniversary in Japan and captures the quintessence of Mr. Yonezu's distinct and unparalleled sensibilities.   Unveiling the Wardrobe Within the expansive realm of creativity, Kenshi Yonezu masterfully unveils his unique style, skillfully interwoven with Loewe's meticulously curated pieces. Cast in an enigmatic aura, Yonezu confidently dons a puzzle tote, his figure gracefully adorned with metal angel wings emerging from a studded shirt. As the narrative unfolds, a daring fusion of fashion and artistry takes center stage. A luxurious lambskin coat envelops him in elegance, while round-toe lace-up derby shoes exude sophistication, both meticulously enriched with the hallmark craftsmanship of Loewe.   Exploring Diverse Moods Venturing further into Yonezu's realm of expression, the campaign delves into his rich and diverse spectrum of creativity. While embracing comfort, he effortlessly wears pixel jeans and a denim jacket. At the piano, melodies take shape, his form adorned in a luxurious lambskin workwear jacket. The artist's ceaseless wellspring of creativity finds its way to tatami mats, where he emanates an irresistible charm donning a vivid green drape cardigan. This ensemble captures his fluidity across various artistic mediums, solidifying his presence as a true creative virtuoso.  

Yonezu wears the latest look from the Loewe FW23 men's collection. Photo by Arnaud Lajeuine. LVMH Fashion Group.  

Jonathan Anderson's Vision

Creative Director Jonathan Anderson is effusive in his praise for Kenshi Yonezu's collaboration. He said, "The convergence of Mr. Yonezu's introspective music and Loewe menswear is a celebration of male sensibilities. As we mark Loewe's 50th year in Japan, this partnership feels serendipitous,"   He looks forward to the continuation of such profound cultural dialogues in the future.   A Glimpse at the Collection The visual narrative seamlessly unfolds, encompassing a captivating array of products. Among them are a bi-color puzzle tote, a red mushroom puzzle bag, a Qubi crossbody bag, and black calfskin Campo lace-up shoes. Every individual piece encapsulates the very essence of this unique partnership, harmoniously uniting the realms of music and fashion.  

Unveiling the Artistic Extravaganza

Pop-up Experience and Nationwide Advertisements From August 16th to 23rd, the Casa Loewe Tokyo and Loewe Omotesando stores in Tokyo will host Loewe's FW23 men's collection, taking center stage. During this exclusive pop-up event, visitors will have the opportunity to witness showpieces that evoke the spirit of Yonezu's iconic "Angel Wings" look, which have been specially imported from Paris. Further enhancing the grandeur of the occasion, captivating outdoor advertisements will adorn cities throughout Japan, starting from August 7th. Notably, a striking special edition cover is set to grace the pages of "HIGHSNOBIETY JAPAN," slated for release on September 1st. A 16-page interview feature is also on the horizon, cementing this momentous collaboration in print.   Sources: THX News & LVMH Fashion Group. Read the full article

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Welcome Home, Rooster Bradshaw.

summary: It's been a long six months away from home for Bradley, and you're going to give him the welcome you both deserve.

a/n: ignore that this gif is from the offer, ok? It fits the vibe.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbation (m), facesitting, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, bradley's a vocal lover, praise kink.

word count: 3k

taglist: @nouis-bum @floydsmuse @mamachasesmayhem @avengersfan25 @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007 @b-bradshaw @djs8891 @fall-winter-heart97 @primroseluna @silversprings-mp3 @drxgxnslxyer @gardenavenue

Two more days.

Two more days until Bradley could see your face in person again. Two more days until he could be home and in his own space. 

Bradley let out a heavy, tired sigh, reaching his hand under his pillow. He pulled out the picture of you that he’d brought with him on deployment, tracing over your image with his fingers gently. The picture’s edges were becoming curled, worn from being tucked into flight helmets and under pillows, clutched in sweating, sometimes shaking palms, lips pressed to it in a tender kiss on occasion. He admired the photo, he’d taken it on a date you went on before he left. 

His dad’s well-loved Polaroid camera, left to him as a kid, in hand, he’d taken you to Mission Beach for the day, wanting to have the full tourist experience with you before he got shipped to the middle of the Pacific again. He found a store in Coronado that sold film for vintage cameras, building up a small stockpile for himself. He’d given you a full photoshoot that day — pictures snapped at every opportunity. Watching planes fly over head, playing games in the arcade, rides on the wooden rollercoaster, rock climbing, lunch dates, mini golf, and rock climbing. He’d snapped a couple of you in your sundress, smiling sweetly at him for the camera, your hair flowing in the warm Pacific breeze. 

This photo, however, was the one of you laughing on the beach, your baby blue two-piece swimsuit on, the high-waisted bottoms hugging your curves, the coordinating blue top cupping your breasts in a way that pushed them upever so slightly. He could practically hear your laugh whenever he looked at it, and it made his heartache that little bit more each time. 

“Fuck," he muttered to himself, sighing again as he looked around the bunk. 

Jake was on deck for the night, leaving Bradley with the shared space all to himself for at least a couple of hours. He laid back on his bed, tugging his grey sweatpants down off his hips. He spat into his free hand, using it to stroke his cock in a slow, steady pace, your photograph in his other hand, eyes fixed on your figure as he masturbated. 

Fuck, he missed you. 

He shut his eyes, picturing you as he continued to stroke himself, seeing the facial expression you made whenever you rode him, eyes shut with ecstasy, tits bouncing up and down, hips moving, hands pressed to his chest. The mental image alone was almost enough to drive him over the brink. He let out a deep grunt as he finished, your name escaping him in a soft moan. 

Two days couldn’t come soon enough. 

When he finally got home, Bradley was exhausted. The time difference had caused him more jet lag than it usually did, not that he was sleeping well without you to begin with. He never did. He’d landed earlier than anticipated, coming home a day before he was expected. He unlaced his standard issue boots, kicking them off at the door before heading directly to the laundry room. Stripping clean from his uniform, he tossed it into the washing machine, desperate for a shower and fresh, comfortable clothes.

With a dry towel wrapped around his waist, he bounded up the wooden stairs to the main bathroom. He dropped the towel as he turned the shower on, sighing happily as he stepped into the warm water, letting it wash over him for a minute, enjoying one of the first comforts of being home for the first time in six months. 

Stepping out of the tower, he quickly dried himself off and wrapped his towel back around his waist before heading down the hall to the bedroom. Everything was neatly pulled together — freshly laundered sheets on the bed that still smelled like your favourite detergent, his clothes neatly put away for him, fresh flowers sat in a vase on your nightstand, and a new book sat on his, with a note card placed on top. 

B, I saw this the other day at that cute little bookstore on Orange Ave. It made me think of you. I thought you’d like to read it now that you’ll have a little down time. - Love, your girl. Xo

Bradley felt his heart swell as he read your neatly printed note. He picked the book up, scanning the cover with a soft smile before setting it back down. A true crime book about a case in a podcast he’d mentioned in one of his emails home — it was perfect. God, you were perfect.

He tugged a clean white t-shirt over his head before reaching into his dresser for clean boxer briefs and a pair of well-loved denim shorts that were beginning to fray around the cuffs from being worn so frequently. Bradley looked out the bedroom window at the landscape, happy to finally be home. He’d missed all the little things while he was gone — the palm trees, the smell of those little laundry scent beads you swore by, your coordinating body wash, shampoo and conditioner that you insisted on buying for him when you’d learned he’d been coasting through life for 37 years with a 3-in-1 bottle — almost as much as he’d missed you. 

Downstairs in the kitchen, he got to work crafting himself the sandwich to top all sandwiches. He was starving, and after months of bland, unexciting meals on board an aircraft carrier, all he wanted was comfort food. With his turkey club piled high and a glass bottle of Coke from Mexico in hand, he settled into his favourite chair and began to enjoy himself until you came home from work.

When you did come home, you heard the faint sound of voices coming from the back of the house. You dropped your bag at the front door, running through the house so quickly, you’d forgotten to take your shoes off. In the living room sat Bradley, in his favourite, well-loved chair, dozing as sports highlights played in the background, a plate with remnants of a sandwich and a half-finished bottle of Coke sat on the table beside him. 

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his forehead as you stroked his curls, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. He was finally home.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, a smile forming on his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his nose pressed to your neck as you settled into his lap. 

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with kisses.

“Missed you more, B,” you echoed as you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“God, I missed you so much, honey. This might have been the hardest trip away from you yet.” 

Bradley’s hands rested firmly on your hips as his lips wandered down your neck to your collarbone. He mumbled against your skin, shoving the strap of your tank top down off of your shoulder. His teeth grazed at your exposed, sun kissed skin, causing you to let out a gasp. 

“Bradley!” you squealed, laughing as his deep brown eyes looked at you, taking in the sight of your face again. 

“Mhmm, I missed that laugh of yours,” he hummed, his large hands moving to cup your breasts. “I’ve missed these tits of yours too.”

“I bet you have, were Jake’s not doing it for you?” you teased.

Bradley scoffed as he pulled your tank top off over your head, tossing it off to somewhere in the void across the room. With one hand snaked around your back, he unfastened your bra in one fluid motion, discarding it to the floor. He grinned at you before pressing his mouth back to your collarbone, thumbs tracing circles over your nipples as they pebbled at his touch.

“No, one’s could do it for me like yours do, honey, you know that. Look at you. So pretty for me. My girl’s always looking pretty, ain’t she?” he purred between kisses to your breasts. 

“Bradley,” you laughed, shaking your head, “This is what you want now that you’re finally home?”

“I’ve been wantin’ this since about two hours after I left, six months without you has been torture. I contemplated quitting when I came home. I thought about faking an injury so they’d discharge me. I tried thinking up a thousand ways to come home early — all of them bad.” He nodded, as he looked up at you, hands still cupping your tits. 

“Mhmm, you thought about quitting for me? That’s not the Bradley Bradshaw I know.”

“I swear, honey, this time…this time was harder than usual.”

“Well, I’m all yours now,” you nodded, your hand stroking his cheek. 

Bradley hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he thought for a minute. He looked at you, watching as you bit your lower lip. The sight of you alone after so much time apart was enough to make him hard, but now it was becoming unbearable. He needed you. He craved you. 

“Upstairs, now,” he urged, nodding his head as you got off his lap.

You grinned to yourself as you headed up the stairs, walking just slowly enough to your bedroom so Bradley could catch the way your hips swayed with every step, your taut ass bouncing with each movement. It was enough to drive any man insane, but Bradley could barely contain himself. 

Fuck, he missed you.

He pushed you on to the bed, crawling on all fours as he hovered over your body with a wide grin plastered to his face. You placed a hand on his chest, steadying him as your smile faltered for a second. You held your breath for a moment before exhaling, nodding slowly as Bradley sat back on his knees for a minute. 

“Go easy on me, big guy, it’s been a long six months, I’m out of practice,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Shoot, honey, I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t want me to-never mind, I’ll go easy on ya. I always do, don’t I?”

“Roo, you do the exact opposite of going easy.” You grinned, rolling your eyes at Bradley. 

Bradley repositioned himself over your body, smirking as he took in the sight of you again. His lips began trailing down your abdomen your shorts, sending chills running up and down your spine with every breathy kiss, every drag of his mustache against your skin. With a skillful hand, he popped the button on your shorts open, sitting up as he pulled them off of you. He hooked two fingers into the crotch of your lace trimmed underwear, shoving them out of the way as he ducked his head between your thighs. Feather-light kisses dotted your inner thighs before his mouth found your core. He flattened his tongue against your slit, running it up your folds slowly as he savoured everything he’d missed for the last six months. 

“Just as pretty as I remember it, fuck.”

His fingers spread your folds apart, giving him better access to your clit. The tip of his tongue traced shapes along it, pressing varying degrees of pressure into you, the tip of his nose pressing into your puffy cunt, swollen from how badly you’d been wanting him for the last six months. He mumbled something against your skin, his lips vibrating against your clit as he pressed another kiss to you. He sat himself up fully, smirking at you.

“Get up, pretty girl, I have an idea.”

You let out a whine in protest, sitting up on the bed as Bradley now laid down on his back. Shooting him a look, you raised your palms in protest, shaking your head at him.

“Bradley, you seriously stopped so I would give it to you instead?”

“What? No,” Bradley laughed, shaking his head as he gestured to his face. “Take a seat.”

“You want me to…?”

Bradley lifted his head up off the pillow, giving you a lustful stare, his eyebrows knitting together as he nodded his head. “Did I stutter? Take. A. Seat.”

You rolled your eyes, giving your head a shake as you slipped out of your underwear, dropping them to the floor. Climbing back on to the bed, you hovered yourself above Bradley’s mouth, looking down at him as you chewed on your lip. He shook his head, his mustache tickling at your inner thigh as he kissed up your leg. In one swift motion, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down until his lips were directly under your dripping core, smirking as he murmured against your skin again. 

“That’s my girl. I’ve missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” He grunts, nodding his head slightly as he buries his tongue into you, nose pressed to your clit. 

“Bradley!” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached down, fingers tugging on his dark curls.

Bradley’s tongue worked into you at a breakneck speed, so fast that you wondered how he was able to breathe. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, blunt fingernails digging into your soft skin as he held you in place. His mouth worked on you relentlessly, refusing to let up until he had you a screaming, crying, pretty little mess, just how he (and you) liked it. 

“Bradley, Bradley, Bradley,” you babbled, unable to say anything other than his name as his tongue fucked into you. 

He grunted into your cunt again, mumbling words of praise into your skin. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, honey, so fuckin’ sweet.” He growled before delving his tongue into you again.

Your thighs began to shudder and shake, spasming as you felt your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. You shut your eyes, tears stinging as Bradley continued, not breaking his rhythm once as you came, his tongue quickly lapping at your arousal hungrily. He moved his mouth up to your clit, kissing at it with a couple of powerful sucks before pulling his mouth away. He let go of your thighs, a couple of darker marks forming on your skin from where he got carried away, gripping you a little too tightly. You got up, sitting on the bed, panting as you tried to find your mental clarity again. 

Bradley rolled onto his side and surveyed your thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the darkened marks on your skin in apology. Once you found your words again, his big brown eyes looked up at you from where he was laying on the bed. 

“Roo,” you nodded, placing a hand on his cheek, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed ya too, honey. Ain’t done with ya yet though.”

With that, Bradley quickly shimmied out of his denim shorts and boxers, kicking them off clumsily. He crawled across the bed, finding the spot between your thighs. His hands smoothed over your legs, lifting them up and hoisting them up onto his shoulders. You curved your knees around him as he aligned his hardened cock with your entrance, easing into you with a soft groan. 

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. You missed this cock, didn’t you? Missed me fillin’ ya up, huh, pretty girl?” He purred, pausing as he felt your walls stretching around him. 

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, whining as he stretched you. 

God, he was right. You did miss him. You missed him more than you wanted to let on, you missed his presence, his voice, the silly things he’d do that pissed you off, you missed the way he made love to you, passionate and caring, full of praise, making it his life’s mission to make you feel good. He took it as seriously as his work - calculated movements, using the same precision and laser-focus he did in the air.

Your eyelids fluttered shut again as you felt him pull out of you, pushing himself back into you again with a powerful thrust of his hips. Bradley tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, refusing to move again. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Want you lookin’ at me when I fuck you, got it?”

You nodded dumbly as he pounded into your entrance again, making your head spin as your walls clenched around him. He began thrusting into you, starting slowly as he found his rhythm again, savouring every movement, every inch of you that he’d missed over the last six months. Bradley gently pressed his palm into your pubic bone as he thrusted harder, faster into you, the sensation heightening with the added pressure he was giving. You could tell by the knot turning in your stomach that it wasn’t going to be long before you were coming for him again, and if Bradley had his way, it wouldn’t be the last time you did tonight. 

“Feelin’ so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. That’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, his confident demeanor melting away, leaving Bradley a pussy drunk, babbling mess, unable to say anything other than your praises, repeating your name over and over as if it was a spoken prayer.

“‘M not gonna last, honey,” Bradley shook his head as he moaned breathlessly.

Fuck.

His breath hitched in his throat as his hips slowed, stilling as he came inside of you. Bradley let out the deepest grunt you’d ever heard — the past six months of missing you drawing out of him along with it. Ducking his head down as he tried to catch his breath, his curls slicked and stuck to his forehead with sweat, he panted heavily, gently letting your legs go as you dropped them back down to the bed. He looked up at you, deep brown eyes fixed on your features as he nodded breathlessly.

“Fuck, I missed you, honey. I missed this, and you, and home.”

“Welcome home, Rooster. Welcome home.”

[maiyuyuns]

My entire dash is just watching you and the anons go down this is hilarious

DONT BRING THEM UPEVER AGAIN. going down into the history of eslover…. its time to change my identity and make a big run for it

[444namesplus]

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[poetyca]

Attese - Waiting

🌸Attese🌸Stagioni di attese sul filo sottile dell’amore mentre si accendonosperanze sempre nuove22.09.2023 Poetyca 🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente🌸WaitingSeasons of waitingon the thin thread of lovewhile they light upever new hopes22.09.2023 Poetyca

[bugganeofsttrinians]

Sadly, even if he does not he has achieved his wish in demonising migration and ensuring that the two most largest parties in the UK will compete over harsh policies. Xenophobia, racism; these are the norms in UK politics, from targeting of migrant workers to how asylum seekers, who flee from great upeval, now face most sadistic and callous measures. Even if Nigel wins no seat he may have won the power of influence over British politics.

Have you heard that Farage is running again for some fucking reason? Can only hope he somehow splits the vote, but idk if it'll make a difference beyond just exhausting everyone.

Yeah, looks like Farage has taken over the leadership of Reform UK. Although reckon he'll dilute the conservative vote more than anything else.

He's never been an MP and I hope it stays that way.

[melynafoxclaw]

1056 – NEEDING MY GORE FIX TONIGHT!   

https://thefoxclawpost.wordpress.com/2023/10/24/1056-needing-my-gore-fix-tonight/     #SecondLife #Stargazer #1Hundred @sunglohijinks #RYL #RoseYourLife @SOMEONESL #PetrichorSL #Celesticat #UPEvent #Spookzilla #makeup #virtualfashion #Cae #Celesticat #IHeartSLFeed #LelutkaEvoX #Briannon #eBodyReborn @abarebody #WaifuBoobs #tattoo #SLbloggers #SLblogs 

[qudachuk]

In a personal look at the shocking origins of minstrelsy, the actor speaks truth to power on the same channel that showed blackface in his living room when he was growing upEver since Thomas D Rice became the “father...

[dexthegreatfriller]

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[kalista-emerald]

Gost par Upside Down World Via Flickr : Head: GENUS Project - Genus Head - Baby Face W001 - Mocap maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Genus%20Project%20Mainstor... Body: Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara V5.3 maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Maitreya%20Isle/207/165/26 Hair: Stealthic - Dawn (B&W) maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rapture/80/140/106 Dress: *CK* Hot girl halloween VIP maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Piaro/135/129/901 Poofer: Upevent - .:YASU:. AC 11 - Cute Halloween 1 maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Heartstring/64/49/19

[rainblowshop]

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[hic-sunt-monstra]

September is coming, with a new UP event dedicated to animals as magic and totemic symbols (more info on my Facebook page). This is the earliest wip, with a piece devoted to horses. Even if they're not animals I would name as my personal symbols, we can't but admit that horses are indeed among humans' best friends. And they are beautiful and primordial. Follow me for more details on this event! #hicsuntmonstra #handmade #handcraft #necklace #pendant #handmadecabochon #horses #animal #magicanimals #tribal #pagan #upevent #upcomingcreations #upcomingevents #wip

[upevents-blog1]

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[mztahoney]

Upev Padoo of Platoon 3 Emerges Winner of BBB

Upev Padoo of Platoon 3 Emerges Winner of BBB

Upev Padoo of Platoon 3 Emerges Winner of BBB Upev Padoo the beautiful and bold representative of platoon 3 has emerged the winner of the Big, Bold and Beautiful contest for the 2021Batch B stream I orientation course. The Camp Director, Alh. Abdulahi Adamu who was represented by his Deputy, Alhaji Waheed Gbenga who doubles as the chief judge of the contest told the corps members that the…