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04/02/2025

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Wow

04/02/2025

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"One minute you're young and fun, the next you're predicting the weather with your bad knee."

04/02/2025

Manifesting

03/02/2025

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Four women were relaxing in a sauna, each wrapped modestly in a towel. Two were younger, one was middle-aged, and the last was a feisty senior citizen.

Suddenly, a soft beeping sound filled the air. One of the younger women tapped her forearm, silencing it. The others looked at her, intrigued.

“Oh,” she explained, “that’s my pager. I had a microchip implanted under my skin.”

Not long after, a melodic ringtone played. The second young woman casually raised her hand to her ear and started talking. When she finished, she smiled at their curious expressions.

“That was my phone,” she said. “It’s integrated into a microchip in my hand.”

The middle-aged woman chuckled nervously, glancing at her towel as if it could magically grant her a high-tech upgrade. But before she could speak, the senior citizen got up and left the sauna.

Moments later, she returned confidently, with a piece of toilet paper trailing conspicuously from her behind. The other three stared in stunned silence, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Without missing a beat, the older woman smirked and said, “Well, would you look at that... I’m receiving a fax!”

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Worth sharing:

The Essence of Her

When a woman matures, the world often forgets her right to be loved,
Yet, like fruit, her sweetness lies in the ripeness of her soul.
She stands as a queen, her love a precious gift—
Offered only to hearts that truly see her worth.

A woman is a tender plant; in the hands of love, she blooms,
Rooted deep in her femininity, a sea of mysteries—
Unfathomable to those unskilled in its tides,
For her depths can cradle or consume.

She is silent poetry, her intentions veiled,
A muse for the poet who dares to unravel her verses.
Like dew, she graces the earth with quiet strength,
Calm yet storm-bound, fierce yet fragile.

In her wild eyes, magic brews,
A sorceress weaving spells of allure.
She is an Arab enchantress, a Greek goddess,
Her smile a radiant sun commanding celestial orbits.

With age, she gathers the wisdom of all her yesterdays—
A lover when her heart is given,
A girl in her tears, generous in her joy.
She reigns as queen and dances as princess,
Her chemistry a sacred enigma,
Known only to the hearts brave enough to love her truly.