Tatyana Bondarenko

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🚀 3. 2. 1. WE HAVE LIFTOFF!

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@itz__Nezuko Same way you get out of addiction. Daily routine based on strict schedule.

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@itz__Nezuko I gained 3 followers in 14 days. Each post gets an avg of 4-7 views. Whoever wrote the algorithm here is an animal.

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Эшли ну ебтвою мать 🤦🏻‍♀️ здесь стратегия нужна и системный подход. А не визжать по-бабски. Тебя ж переедут гусеничным трактором и закопают.

Вот, с одной стороны жалко девочку, красивая, правильная. А с другой - сук, ну зачем ты такая тупая, ебать.

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@RaminNasibov Поехали🥂🚀

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property, your youth, your health, and your freedom announces that the whole experiment has failed.

You’re left with a tiny room, an aging refrigerator, and an invaluable education in building a just society.

And along comes a young foreigner in designer sneakers, carrying the latest iPhone and an eight-dollar latte. He enthusiastically explains that real socialism has never actually been tried, that previous attempts were simply poorly executed, and that this time they’ll finally get it right.

You examine his sneakers, his phone, and his coffee.

“Tell me, young man, are you quite certain your neighbors don’t think you’re living a little too well?”

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A Brief Guide to Socialism for Those Who’ve Never Had the Pleasure

First comes the revolution.

You’re overjoyed, like a child on Christmas morning. At last, those damned capitalists will get what’s coming to them. Their fortunes will be confiscated and distributed equally among everyone. Preferably in cash.

Six months pass. Winter arrives. Food disappears from grocery stores, along with the heating in your apartment. No sign of the promised riches yet.

Instead, three gentlemen in leather jackets show up at your door to search the premises for hoarded food and excess possessions. Your neighbors tipped them off. They’ve always thought you earned a little too much and were, frankly, something of a bourgeois parasite.

Your car is requisitioned, your possessions confiscated, and even the family pets are taken away. The country needs them more than you do.

A few years later, you and your children are loaded into a freight car and shipped off to cut timber in North Dakota. Apparently, your ability to earn a decent living has qualified you as a class enemy.

The barracks aren’t ready, food is scarce, and winter is particularly unpleasant. Your children fall ill, your wife grows thin, and you chop wood for the glory of the proletariat.

Thirty years later, your family is rehabilitated and graciously permitted to return home. Unfortunately, several other families now occupy your house, which has been converted into communal housing. You’re allocated a room and given a job at the local factory. Congratulations, you’re a fully functioning member of society again.

Every morning, you and your wife trudge through mud to your shifts. The city has no money for paved roads, although a magnificent granite monument to the Great Leader stands in the central square.

Your children can conveniently be deposited at a state-run daycare for the entire day. They’ll have their spirits broken by punishment and humiliation, but what choice do you have? Both parents must work.

At the factory, you manufacture parts for machinery whose ultimate purpose remains a mystery. Production quotas are exceeded by 137 percent, while grocery stores offer an impressive selection of canned seaweed, laundry soap, and portraits of the General Secretary.

Your salary arrives regularly. Finding something to spend it on is another matter.

Meat requires hours of queuing, furniture takes years, and a car may arrive in eight. When oranges appear at the grocery store, the entire neighborhood rushes over. By the time you reach the counter, they’re gone.

You return home with tomato paste.

Your wife, however, has managed to obtain some sausage through a friend of a friend. You now owe the gentleman two theater tickets. Money is of little importance in this society. What matters is knowing someone who can get you meat, medicine, or a toilet.

Especially a toilet.

Your children learn at school that they live in the happiest country on Earth, where employment, education, and healthcare are guaranteed free of charge.

When your tooth begins to ache, you wait three weeks for an appointment. The dentist has no anesthetic, but removes the tooth anyway. Free of charge, naturally.

You are grateful.

For your annual vacation, the labor union eventually grants you a trip to Lake Okeechobee. Six people share a room, meals are served on schedule, and showering after ten is prohibited. You wouldn’t dream of visiting Paris. Foreign travel requires government permission, and wanting to see the world is hardly a valid reason.

Meanwhile, television reports record harvests, unprecedented prosperity, and the imminent collapse of capitalism. You watch with satisfaction while repairing your shoes for the fourth time.

Eventually, you learn to keep your mouth shut, never question the authorities, save every jar and rusty nail, and avoid discussing politics with the neighbors. Life becomes wonderfully predictable.

Then, one fine morning, the state to which you surrendered your… ↘️

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@AIVerseUday Malfunctioning vice president

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Marriage was invented to keep assets within the family and prevent them from being passed down to unrelated offspring. Not sure how that applies to mediocre dudes whose only assets are their tiny penises. Yet somehow, they're the only ones who think calling a woman a single mom is an insult.

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@iamAmy675 Eww

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@faqdev AppStore review

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@karakabakov_ Claude - крохобор.

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@MelanieLipoman1 I’m Russian and we have something in common, dear

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@telegram This is my all times favorite X account

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@StephenKing Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw

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@Atomsmade We also have an appendix for microbiome regulation, but - hey, I got rid of it when I was 15

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@stogolp 💀

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@ultiodivina I want to be greeted at the airport exactly like that

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@Alisa_Melafonn Я чего-то какая-то добрая стала. Старею.

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@Angelikfar07 @tickmind Sending hugs your way