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🚀🌖 Il y a 54 ans aujourd’hui, le 24 avril 1972, le module lunaire Orion d’Apollo 16 décollait de la surface de la Lune avec John Young et Charles Duke. Une caméra montée sur le rover LRV, contrôlée à distance depuis Houston a suivi son ascension dans un plan iconique !

i find it almost hilarious that noel spent the entirety of the last 16 years telling everyone to move on because he'd never get oasis back together.. only for him to nearly break down crying on stage 😭😭

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No stage. No anthem. No choreographed crowd. Just a regular airport gate — and people who were actually happy to see him. Applause. Smiles. Selfies. No screaming. No chaos. No fear. That’s what genuine support looks like when it isn’t manufactured. He walked toward people — not away from them. He shook hands without flinching. He smiled like someone who doesn’t see every stranger as an enemy. Healthy. Relaxed. Present. Not hiding behind bulletproof glass. Not ranting. Not performing outrage for cameras. Just… normal. And after years of nonstop noise, the most shocking thing of all is how powerful normal suddenly looks.

BREAKING: Joe Biden has just stepped off of a commercial airplane in South Carolina. He instantly gets loud applause and walks up to supporters to take photographs. He looks happy, healthy and as vibrant as ever.

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I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be adored I wanna, I wanna, I gotta be adored “It takes time for people to fall in love with you… but it’s inevitable when there’s nothing else about.” That’s the Roses in one breath. A band that didn’t chase adoration — they commanded it.

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It’s May 1996. New Albany, Ohio. Maria Farmer is 26 years old. An artist. She’s been working at a billionaire’s estate for three weeks. Today she needs to leave the guesthouse to buy art supplies. She calls the billionaire’s wife. Asks permission. The wife says she’ll think about it. Maria is a grown woman. But armed guards patrol this property. She can’t leave without approval. She’s starting to understand: this isn’t an artist residency. It’s a prison. That night, Jeffrey Epstein walks into her room. By morning, she’s been assaulted. She escapes the estate. She reports him to the FBI. Nothing happens. Thirty years later—February 10, 2026—Congressman Ro Khanna stands on the House floor. He’s holding FBI documents. Documents the Department of Justice tried to keep secret. He reads a list of six names. Men the FBI suspected of helping Jeffrey Epstein traffic children. The first name: Leslie Wexner. Owner of Victoria’s Secret. One of the richest men in America. The man who gave Epstein power of attorney over billions of dollars. The man who transferred a $56 million Manhattan mansion to Epstein with no record of payment. The FBI called him a suspected co-conspirator. This is the story of how it happened. The Genius Who Built an Empire Columbus, Ohio. Les Wexner is 26 years old. His parents own a small clothing store in Dayton. Les has an idea: what if you only sold one thing? Women’s sportswear. Young professionals. Simple, focused, fast.​ He borrows $5,000 from his aunt. Opens one store. Calls it The Limited. Within a year, he opens a second store. Then a third. Then ten.​ By 1969, The Limited is a chain. By 1980, Wexner has 187 stores across America. He’s a retail genius. He understands what women want before they know it themselves. In 1982, he’s in San Francisco. He walks into a struggling lingerie store called Victoria’s Secret. Six locations. Losing money. Victorian-themed, frilly, old-fashioned.​ Wexner sees potential. He buys the company for $1 million. Then he transforms it. Out go the Victorians. In come supermodels. Fashion shows. Fantasy. Glamour.​ By 1990, Victoria’s Secret isn’t just a store. It’s a cultural phenomenon. The fashion show becomes appointment television. Angels become celebrities. Sales exceed $1 billion.​ Les Wexner becomes one of the richest men in America. He builds a private town in Ohio called New Albany. He designs every building himself. He donates hundreds of millions to charity. Ohio State University. Medical research. Jewish causes. But by the mid-1980s, Wexner wants more. Retail is good. But he wants sophisticated wealth management. Offshore investments. Tax strategies. Complex financial structures. He needs someone brilliant with money. In 1986, a friend offers to introduce him to just such a person.​ That introduction will destroy everything. The Warning: “I Smell a Rat” Robert Meister is sitting on a plane. Mid-1980s. Flying to Palm Beach. The man next to him is charming. Well-dressed. Says his name is Jeffrey Epstein. Says he works in finance. High-net-worth clients. Offshore accounts. Complex tax structures. They talk. Meister mentions he’s an insurance executive. His firm handles policies for The Limited. He knows Les Wexner personally.​ Epstein becomes very interested. Later, Epstein calls Meister. He has a story. He says he’s discovered that Wexner’s current money manager—Harold Levin—is stealing from him. Epstein describes himself as a financial “bounty hunter.” He can recover the stolen money.​ It sounds convincing. Meister arranges a meeting. Wexner’s house in Aspen. Epstein makes his pitch.​ But Meister has a colleague who wants to meet Epstein first. Harold Levin himself. The man Epstein is accusing. They meet. One meeting. Levin walks out. Finds Meister. Says: “I smell a rat. I don’t trust him”. He tells Wexner the same thing. Stay away from this man.​ Wexner ignores him. By 1987, Jeffrey Epstein is Wexner’s financial adviser. Soon, he’s the only adviser. Levin is pushed aside. Eventually, Levin quits rather than work under Epstein. Before he leaves, Levin learns something disturbing: Epstein had told Wexner that Levin was stealing. It was a lie. But Wexner believed Epstein, not Levin.​ The man who warned “I smell a rat” is gone. Epstein is in. Friends of Wexner are confused. Who is this Jeffrey Epstein? Where did he come from? What are his credentials? No one can find answers. Epstein has no other clients. No verifiable track record. He’d worked at Bear Stearns in the late 1970s, but left in 1981 under unclear circumstances.​ Some people ask questions. Wexner doesn’t answer them. By the early 1990s, Epstein isn’t just Wexner’s financial adviser. He’s part of the family. He attends dinners. Vacations. Celebrations. But Robert Meister—the man who introduced them—is worried. September 1997. Wexner’s 60th birthday party. His estate in New Albany. Hundreds of guests. Senator Joe Lieberman. Prominent developers. Ohio’s elite.​ Meister is there with his wife. During the party, Meister pulls Wexner aside. In front of other guests, he begs Wexner to cut ties with Epstein. “My wife and I told him and Abigail hundreds of times to stay away from Epstein,” Meister says later.​ Wexner won’t listen. It’s the last time Meister visits Wexner’s house.​ What Meister doesn’t know—what no one knows—is that by 1997, it’s already too late. Six years earlier, Wexner had signed something. Three pages. A document that gave Jeffrey Epstein total control.​ And by 1997, Epstein is already using that control to build an empire of abuse. Thread 🪡 continue reading 📖 next Tweet. usnews.mstfootball.com/lam1/the-billi…

This is how people can start understanding what's happening‼️

Watch one thing today, let it be these four videos. You will learn more about this entire operation and the background of these people in the next 17 minutes than you have anywhere else.

Amazing work of bringing it all together. Epstein was created by the system. 👇🏻💯

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THE EPSTEIN STORY‼️

This man and his channel are so underappreciated. Somehow he put every mainstream media outlet in America to shame. The level of this in three minutes is astounding. Why is it? Britain can hold theirs accountable this quickly and we’ve known about this for three decades?

A 19-year-old Stevie Nicks on stage with the Fritz Rabyne Memorial Band in 1967. This was Stevie’s very first rock band, joined shortly after she graduated high school. It was here that her legendary partnership with Lindsey Buckingham began, as the group became a staple of the San Francisco psychedelic scene, opening for the likes of Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix.