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I thought there were some brave men around here, but it seems that's not the case. Do you think I'm wrong?

Hey you wonderful, smart man, let's do a little more... On the wave of the world - determined: to discover, to win, to argue, to fail? do you feel like an adventure?

Heyy, im Lulu Harper and im from Japan but currently living in Australia!

I like to show off even tough I'm in a relationship

Widow, 52 years old with many hobbies like painting, cooking, baking, sewing, hiking, my dog, swimming, skiing and... and... and I have a 25-year-old daughter who is already married and now it has become quiet around me. Do you sometimes feel a little lonely? Let's see if we get along well. That would be great.

I’m kinda a freak so Wanna commit a sin for your next confession

I hate that my boyfriend is gambling, I secretly deleted his account and he thought he was hacked

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My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

Up for anything, go on you can be creative

Looking for someone to come play with me for hours and hang out.

I've stollen the money from the store i work for

Looking for NSA fun with a younger girl. NO KIDS, Nver married, no drama

Ig I'm pretty new but hope if your ready for a long endless fun with me