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Sigmund Freud diggin' the scene with a gangster lean; in his Vienna office, in a photo taken by Princess Eugenie of Greece, 1937

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우리도 모르는 사이에 (Without Our Knowledge)

Look what i did to you Look what you did to me Look what we did to us amureojido aneun geotcheoreom salgo itjana nune boiji anneun maneun geotdeureun sasireun urido moreuneun saie byeonhaetgo gire pieonan gajireonhan kkot deureun maeil bam urido moreuneun saie sideureogajiman Look what i did to you Look what you you did to me Look what we did to us amureojido aneun geotcheoreom salgo…

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Una representación del escaso blues rock español de finales de los 60. Simún era una banda gaditana liderada por el batería y cantante Nono Ábalo con los guitarristas Antonio Reguera y Manolo Martínez y el bajista Nolo Sevilla. Parece ser que en una gira de Los Buenos les vió tocando en directo su guitarrista Johnny Galvao y se quedó tieso de que unos chavales de Cádiz le dieran tan bien a esa cosa rara del blues. Luego ficharon por Movieplay y editaron en 1970 un single con los temas "My Good Time" y "Hideway", los dos bastante buenos. Sobre todo el segundo, un poderoso instrumental ejecutado con maña y convicción. Por desgracia no publicaron nada más, una verdadera lástima.

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#throwback to Simún, I've been an Model Un enthusiast and luckily I am lucky enough to know some great people that share my passion. #tb #postedit #mundo #MUN #modelun #diplomacy #diplomatic #debate #speech #formal #simun #simun2017 #vietnam #photography #d3400 #nikon #war #nukes (en Simun)

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The LTMUN Adventures: SIMUN 2016

so... hey - it's maya. I'm currently riding on the bus back to Lyons Township (LTHS) from St. Ignatius (aka: iggy) where guess what? I won!!! not. never. ever again. All of my "friends" won gavels, which is great and all because we got best del., but kinda shitty because all of them wanted to flaunt an award I should have one in my face and disregarded me as a person with actual feelings. And yeah, I act like a bitch sometimes, but sometimes when you're about to cry because you fucking worked so hard for something and you didn't even come close to achieving it, then I think it's perfectly fine to be a bitch. I think that this story should start from the beginning, as most of y'all probably have no fucking idea of what I'm talking about. So, yes, I do Model United Nations - aka. a club that only colleges enjoy to see on a resume so I joined it. And SIMUN was the conference name, get it? Because saint ignatius' first initials are SI and Model United Nations is MUN... oh boy that was really reaching at strings for a "pun." And LTMUN, while being on a loosing streak, is extremely daunting when you're competing against amazing, cocky af people, and not to mention, you have to worry about the other dickheads from other schools with their own plans. it was my third conference, and i thought that I'm getting exponentially better with each time, but apparently, im fucking not. The first conference was a complete loss - I only talked once and was too afraid to speak up in the bloc I felt obligated to join because it had the strongest competitors. never join this bloc, because chances are you'll never get to be the leader of the bloc, just some lackey for a bitch like the us. the second conference was somewhat better - it was my first overnighter and I was pitted against a Sec Gen, so it really wasn't a contest for who won. besides, the other people were; A: officer of student training for LTMUN, B: Secretariat of 2 different schools, and C: really fucking good people. so, back to SIMUN. the day started at 5:45 am so that I could get to school by 7:00 am and look not like a fucking mess. I made it at 6:59 am, to which my mom almost had a fucking aneurism, and big suprise, one stupid ass freshman was 20 minutes late. 20!!!! so I rushed for practically nothing, and we couldn't leave until everyone showed up - which had been changed from "YOU GET THERE AT 7 OR YOU FUCKING WALK BITCH" to "ok. cool. we're leaving in an hour thanks to jimmy overhere. thanks jimmy!" So we get on the bus and I sit next to my fugly ass partner (sorry Julia) who looked like fucking mole rat because she's a "natural beauty" 😷😷 so she's making small talk while the bus driver, ghetto mcghetto pants talks about the rules of his bus and that he'll get fired if we put our feet in the fucking aisle. and guess what seat I fucking got so that Julia could see the fucking view?? the aisle seat. so now I'm not only next to someone who turns out to be a stuckup bitch, I have absolutely no fucking leg room whatsoever. whatever, big deal #firstworldproblems amirite? we get to the conference, and the opening speech runs an hour late because Cheuy moherfucking Garcia decides to show up 5 minutes before the thing actually started. so I'm waiting, far away from whom I consider my "friends.," and I have to make more fucking small talk with my partner who doesn't know how to fucking communicate in a social scenario. she told me how she went to this fucking rich ass private school, and how she's basically better than me because everyone there goes to an Ivy League. like, way to make a fucking conversation???? the opening speeches begin, last for another hour, and nothing notable besides Cheuy Garcia's fucking rambling ass speech was said. my chair, who guided us up 5 fucking flights of stairs to get up to our room, looks like she was fucked up in the birth canal. her nose is upturned but she's got a fat face and smallish eyes made huge by her glasses. And she's also wearing this skin-tight dress, which would literally look cute on anyone else but her. I sit down, and the seats are like 2 inches apart (great job, chair), and the committee session begins. it's clear I'm a country of power (Russia) as fucking Yemen sends a note like.. "hey Russia. You're the best! Give us money or we'll go all al-Qaeda on your ass. Signed, Yemen" and I wrote back "hahahahahahahahahahahahhhahahahahahahahahahah... no 💖Russia" So step one, I made an enemy on the person who ended up getting the best fucking delegate. I wrote a whole resolution without Julia (who literally did fucking nothing for being in a double del) GUYS ILL EDIT THIS LATER IM HERE AT LT NOW BYE