if I had one billion dollars I’d order a John Egbert sex doll one of them bjds and make it John and commission live sized John plush and many other John themed plushies and clothes problems and I’d buy like a small house and paint all the walls John or General homestuck themed (lowas,skia,whine one that’s just like his house lolololol) and that would take a while and I could hire someone for it but if I just used money for everything I would not be putting enough effort in. Then I’d buy a bed and make it appeasing to my new John representations (ghostbusters) and I’d probably have like other stuff because I’m a billionaire like quest bed or his actual bedding because I think I’d like the ghost busters one more I’d be too scared to get sacred John artifacts dirty!!! And I’d put all my John stuff in the bedroom and kiss him often. I probably couldn’t fit it all in my bedroom because I’d get like a lot of plushies and stuff so he’d be around the whole house. I’d also get all his movie posters. And I’d keep the life sized plushie in bed and cuddle him every night and he can wear my clothes and my John clothes hehe… more detail on the bjd he’d be like 13 inches I think and shota build (might have to use a girl based idk tooooo much about bjds) and like he’d have to have all of John’s outfits and I could change him and there’s one of those magnetic pps u can add o n them.

A black Range Rover embodies luxury, wealth, success.

Too little money and too much in the wrong hands.

Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures

Ladies and gentlemen I introduce you to the story I’ve been working on for the longest… Blood on the Doorstep (ps this will be a series )

Now let’s hop right in…

January 1st, 2016. The city was lit up like a Christmas tree, fireworks painting the sky. Folks were kissing, hugging, sipping champagne, whispering sweet nothings to ring in the new year. But me? I was sittin’ in a stinkin’ interrogation room, cold metal chair under me, two flat-foot cops breathing down my neck. This wasn’t how I planned to start my year. But that’s life when you’re Malia Torres—the boss. The one they whisper about in alleys. The one with nothing to lose.

- Interrogation Room -

Two hours of staring at concrete walls and buzzing lights. Then, finally, in stroll Gonzalez and Martinez, acting like they own the joint. I lean back, smirkin’, and say, “Well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence. These two geniuses yanked me away from my New Year’s toast ‘cause some poor sap got himself whacked on my turf.” I chuckle, low and sharp.

Martinez sizes me up. “Ms. Torres, we’re sorry for the wait. New Year’s Eve’s messy. Lots of crime tonight. I’m sure you can relate.”

I lean forward, elbows on the table. “Relate? You think I got time for your small-time tragedies? I got parties to attend, champagne to drink. But I’m here, humoring you two clowns.” I roll my eyes, bored.

Gonzalez clears his throat. “We just wanna know how a high-profile CEO ends up dead… and why it’s on your turf.”

I flash a smile that never reaches my eyes. “Listen, boys. I got no clue why your big shot decided to stop breathing. I didn’t invite him over. I didn’t send flowers. I got nothin’ to do with it. Now, am I free to enjoy what’s left of my night, or do I gotta keep babysitting you?”

A knock interrupts the show. ADA Dominic Haze steps in, voice like a gavel. “Officers, you’re talking to my client without a lawyer? Miranda rights ring a bell?” He stares them down. Martinez sputters, Haze cuts him off. “You got squat on her. She’s a witness, not your punching bag. We’re done.”

I rise slow, grin wide. “Told you boys I was no help. Guess you’ll have to ruin someone else’s night.” I stroll out, heels clicking, leaving their frustration behind.

- Haze’s Car -

I slide into the passenger seat, the leather cold even through my coat. “Didn’t I tell you, Dom? That stiff should’ve been cleaned off my turf before midnight.”

He keeps his eyes on the road. “Happy New Year to you too. I had China on it. It was my little girl’s birthday—I couldn’t ditch the cake for a corpse.”

I dial Judy, voice like ice. “Where’s China? She was supposed to clean it up. Don’t tell me you’re coverin’ for her. Tie her up and bring her to my place. Tonight.” I hang up before she can whimper.

Dom pulls into my driveway, jaw tight. “Boss, leave my family outta this.”

I laugh, low and dangerous. “Dom, your family’s safe. You did your job tonight, even if China didn’t. Be at the meet tomorrow, 8:30 sharp. Don’t be late.”

He exhales, drives off. I disappear into the shadows of my house.

- Inside My House -

Rebecca, my maid, scurries up. “Boss! We were so worried!”

I wave her off. “Relax, Becca. They got no proof. I don’t get my hands dirty.” She takes my coat, still fretting.

“Boss, your parents are waiting in your office,” she mutters.

I groan. Of course they are.

I walk in, and there they are, sipping my liquor like they own the place. Mom hugs me, dad scowls. “So, you getting dragged to a police station is your idea of business?” Dad’s voice is heavy, accusing.

“Yeah, Pop. That’s the business.” I grit it out.

Mom slams her glass. “We made you boss ‘cause you were ruthless and careful! How’d you let this mess happen?”

“I didn’t let nothin’ happen. I don’t pull the trigger. I got people for that. And I’m handling it. I’m twenty-three, not a kid. I don’t need babysitting.”

Then Rebecca bursts in, face white as snow. “Boss! China just showed up and she’s… she’s—”

I snap, “She’s what, Rebecca?!”

Rebecca chokes on the words. “She’s dead!”

If I got a cent for every good song from an indie game ost I could solve world hunger but if I got a hundred bucks per song ever written I wouldn’t have a quart of the money the big name child rapists have

Chimpanzees are better than humans because if one of them hoards resources (like billionaires) the other monkeys will club him to death. Take notes.

It’s not Republicans vs Democrats anymore. It’s not Left vs Right. It’s the billionaire pedo Epstein class vs the rest of us.
Don’t pick the wrong side. You’ll never be one of them. You’ll never be rich and you’ll never get the stench off you.

I know I concentrate on criticizing trump, and rightfully so, but this whole Epstein mess is WAY bigger than him. There’s a whole cabal of rich elites (the ‘Epstein Class’) who think they can do whatever they want, that they are above the laws that bind the rest of us, that they can buy and sell us like slaves, that they can touch all they want while remaining untouchable themselves. They steal all our money, control what we read, and rape our kids. We must bring them ALL down.

https://manifestlikebillionaire.blogspot.com/2026/01/Elon%20Musk%20mindset.html

The Billionaire Brain Blueprint: Rewire Your Mind with The Elon Code

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Is dishonesty a bug or a feature? “Capitalism cheats: Three moments of normalized swindling” @maxhaiven.bsky.social

(Plus- Kylie Jenner and Forbes)

Rethink the rules: https://roughlydaily.com/2026/03/05/people-of-the-same-trade-seldom-meet-together-even-for-merriment-and-diversion-but-the-conversation-ends-in-a-conspiracy-against-the-public-or-in-some-contrivance-to-raise-prices/

I wish ethical billionaires existed

Holding On by Liz Colbert ~ Review

HOLDING ON
BOOK THREE IN THE CALLAHANS

Have you ever started a book and just immediately known you were going to fall in love with it? Not just with the writing style or the author’s storytelling ability, but from a single moment or line by a character? Yeah, that’s what happened to me today with HOLDING ON by Liz Colbert.
HOLDING ON is the third book in the Colbert’s The Callahans series and…

Holding On by Liz Colbert ~ Review