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Daniel Lopez had learned long ago that shame was a luxury people with options could afford. He had none. Shame belonged to men who still had a mother to disappoint, a room to return to, a chair at a dinner table that might still be set if they came home early enough. Daniel had burned through all of that by the time he was thirty-two, and prison had not taught him remorse so much as efficiency. It taught him how to measure a day by meals, how to keep his face blank when guards barked orders, how to hide anger until it became something colder and more useful. When he got out, the city received him without ceremony. He carried one plastic bag, a discharge packet, and the old hard set of his jaw that made strangers decide things about him before he spoke. He slept under awnings, in stairwells, on the edge of parks where the sprinklers clicked on before dawn. He panhandled with the men who knew the best corners and the worst cops, and he sold small things when he could: cigarettes, pain pills, anything with a margin. He told himself it was not the same as dealing, not really, bickers he was not chasing a high anymore. He was chasing a sandwich, bus fare, a dry pair of socks. The truth was uglier. Daniel didn’t trust honest work, and honest work didn’t trust him back. He had been in prison for drugs and for putting his hands on his mother, a fact that followed him more faithfully than any parole officer ever had. He did not talk about it. He carried it the way some men carry a knife: hidden, familiar, always within reach. Sometimes, late at night, he would remember her face when she saw him that last time—not fear exactly, but a kind of exhausted disbelief, as if she had finally understood that love was not enough to keep him from becoming the worst version of himself. On cold mornings he walked the neighborhood where he had grown up, though it had changed enough to make him feel like a trespasser in his own past. The corner store was gone. The laundromat was a vape shop. The playground had new equipment and a fence taller than the one that used to lean into the sidewalk. He saw old faces sometimes and was not recognized, which he preferred. The ones who did know him looked away. He found a shelter bed one winter and lost it three weeks later after a fight over a blanket. He said the other man started it. The other man said Daniel did. It didn’t matter. In places like that, history was just a different kind of weapon. The one person who still answered his calls was his younger sister, Elena. She never softened when she spoke to him. She didn’t forgive him, and that was part of why he kept calling. Forgiveness felt like a trick. Elena was worse in the way that mattered: she was honest. “You need treatment,” she told him once. “I need money.” “You need both.” He laughed at that, but it came out thin. She had a son now, a little boy with cautious eyes and a habit of studying Daniel as if he were a story he’d been told not to believe. Daniel did not touch the child unless invited. He did not ask for much. He learned to show up sober enough to stay, quiet enough not to scare anybody, gone before he became a problem. That was as close to repentance as he got. In spring, a volunteer named Miriam started leaving food near the library steps where Daniel often sat. She didn’t preach. She didn’t ask questions he wouldn’t answer. She just said, “You look like you haven’t eaten,” and set down a paper bag. Daniel hated her for being kind in a way that gave him nowhere to deflect. “You do this for everybody?” he asked one afternoon. “Only the people who look like they might bite if I don’t.” He snorted despite himself. Over time she learned his habits. He liked coffee more than food in the mornings. He read whatever he could get his hands on, mostly old paperbacks and city trash left behind on buses. He never slept deeply. He always woke when a patrol car passed. Miriam did not try to fix him. She just kept appearing, steady as weather, until he began to measure the week by her visits. Then one night he found his sister crying in the parking lot of a clinic, the boy asleep in her car with a fever. The panic in her face cracked something in him, not into tenderness exactly, but into motion. He drove—borrowed car, no license, no insurance—to the pharmacy, waited, argued, paid cash he didn’t really have, came back with medicine and a plastic cup of water. It was nothing. It was everything. Elena looked at him for a long moment after the boy swallowed the dose. “Why’d you help?” she asked. Daniel stared at the pavement. “bickers I was there once,” he said. It was the first true sentence he had said in years. He did not become good after that. He did not become clean, or easy, or forgiven. He still lied. He still stole when hungry enough. He still carried violence like a familiar language he sometimes had to silence with both hands. But something had shifted. Not redemption. Not even hope, exactly. Just the possibility that a man could be more than the worst thing he had done, if he was willing to keep paying for it one small act at a time. And Daniel Lopez, who had spent years believing he deserved nothing but the street and the cell and the glare of other people’s disgust, began—haltingly, unwillingly—to learn the cost of staying alive without becoming a ghost.

Daniel spent the first week after the clinic in a state that felt almost like peace, which made him suspicious of it. Peace was the sort of thing that arrived right before disappointment, like a quiet room before a bad phone call. He slept in a folding chair at Elena’s apartment twice, then on the floor when her landlord came by and she didn’t want questions. He told himself he didn’t mind. The truth was he did. His back hurt. His hands shook in the mornings. He hated being seen needing anything. Miriam found him outside the library on a gray afternoon with the wind pushing trash along the curb. “You look worse,” she said. “That’s rude.” “It’s accurate.” She handed him a sandwich and sat beside him without asking. Daniel watched a man across the street tug a shopping cart full of cans into an alley. “I got you something,” Miriam said. He eyed her. “If it’s a Bible, I’m leaving.” “It’s a job application.” He laughed once, harshly. “You ever seen my record?” “I’ve seen enough to know you don’t want pity.” “No. I want lunch.” She looked at him a moment. “There’s a warehouse nearby. Night shift. No public-facing stuff. They know who you are.” Daniel tore open the sandwich. “And they still want me?” “They want bodies who show up.” That was the first problem. He could show up. He had always been able to show up when nothing else was expected. The second problem was everything that came after. The warehouse was loud, airless, and smelled of cardboard, diesel, and old sweat. A supervisor with tired eyes looked at Daniel’s paperwork, then at Daniel, then back at the paper as if hoping the page would improve itself. “You can lift forty pounds?” the man asked. “Depends what you’re putting in it.” The supervisor almost smiled. “We’ll start you on pallets.” Daniel lasted three nights before the old itch returned—the urge to take what wasn’t pinned down, to turn the place into his own territory by force of habit. A coworker with a gold tooth kept watching him. A different man muttered something about “junkie eyes.” Daniel felt the heat climb his neck, felt the old prison reflex gather itself inside him like a fist. He made it to break before he snapped. Outside by the loading dock, he lit a cigarette with hands that didn’t quite obey him. The gold-toothed man came out behind him. “You got a problem?” the man asked. Daniel exhaled smoke. “With you? Not if you keep walking.” The man laughed. “You think you’re some hard case?” Daniel looked at him, really looked, and saw the same thing he had seen in himself for years: a man trying to be dangerous bickers he was afraid of being weak. “I think,” Daniel said, “that if you keep talking, one of us is gonna have a bad night.”

That should have been the end of it. It wasn’t. The man shoved him. Daniel hit back too fast, too hard, before he could remember where he was. They went down in a tangle of limbs and curses, and when it was over the supervisor was shouting, the dock lights were spinning in his vision, and Daniel already knew he had lost the job before anyone said it. He sat on the curb afterward, blood in his mouth, and laughed at himself in a low, ugly way. Miriam heard about it the next day. “You lasted three nights,” she said. “That’s a record.” “It’s not funny.” “Then stop saying it like that.” She folded her arms. “Why do you always do this?” “Do what?” “Act like every chance is an insult.” Daniel stared at the cracked sidewalk. He wanted to tell her that chances had always been insults dressed up as mercy. He wanted to tell her that if he let himself believe in stability, he’d have to face all the years he’d spent destroying it. Instead he said nothing. Miriam sat down beside him again, quieter this time. “You can be furious,” she said. “You don’t have to be impossible.” The words hit harder than yelling would have. That night Elena called. Her voice was thin with fear. “It’s Mom,” she said. Daniel went cold. “What happened?” “She’s sick. Not just sick—bad sick. Hospital bad.” He closed his eyes. “She asked for you.” He let out a breath that sounded like pain. “She shouldn’t.” “I know.” He didn’t go at first. He told himself he had no right. He told himself his mother did not need the spectacle of him standing at her bedside like a bad memory that refused to die. He drank cheap liquor under an overpass until the bottle looked smaller than his hand. By midnight the world had narrowed to the sound of traffic and the old, unanswerable question of whether he was a man who could ever come home to anything without ruining it. At dawn he went. The hospital smelled like bleach and tired hope. Elena was in the hallway, red-eyed, exhausted, her son asleep in a chair with his head against her coat. She looked at Daniel as if she had expected him and resented being right. “She’s in there,” she said. He didn’t move. “She knows?” Elena nodded. “She knows.” He stood outside the room for a long time before opening the door. His mother was smaller than he remembered, or maybe he was just larger in the memory of her life. Tubes ran from her hand, and her breathing had the measured steadiness of something borrowed. Her eyes opened when he stepped inside. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then she whispered, “You came.” Daniel swallowed hard. “Yeah.” She studied him the way mothers do when they’ve run out of illusions. There was no drama in her face, no grand forgiveness. Just fatigue, and the terrible persistence of love that had survived being wounded. “I didn’t know if you would,” she said. He looked at the floor. “Neither did I.” She closed her eyes, and for a moment he thought she would fall asleep. Instead she said, very softly, “I was angry for a long time.” Daniel nodded once. “I know.” “I’m still angry.” “I know that too.” Her hand moved a fraction on the blanket, not quite reaching for him, not quite refusing. He stood there like a man waiting for a sentence. “Daniel,” she said, and his name in her mouth sounded older than punishment. “I don’t want you to die out there.” He felt something split open inside him, slow and silent. Not absolution. Not pardon. Something rougher and more useful. “I don’t want that either,” he said. When he left the room, Elena was awake. She looked at him, and for the first time in years they did not have to translate each other’s pain into accusation. “What now?” she asked. Daniel thought of the warehouse, the curb, the bottle, the life waiting to swallow him back whole. Then he thought of the hospital room, the thin hand, the tired voice, the unbearable fact that someone still wanted him alive. He shrugged, bickers it was the only answer he trusted. “Now,” he said, “I try not to ruin it.”

The next morning Daniel woke before dawn on Elena’s couch with his jaw clenched so hard it hurt. For a moment he didn’t know where he was, then he remembered the hospital, his mother’s voice, the fragile little crack in the wall of him that had not yet closed. He lay still, listening to the refrigerator hum and the distant hiss of traffic, and tried to decide whether the feeling in his chest was fear or grief. It was both. Elena was already up. The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen. Daniel sat up slowly, rubbing his face. “You sleep at all?” he asked. “Not much.” He nodded. That was the kind of answer people gave when they had learned not to waste energy on pretending. She handed him a mug and leaned against the counter. “Mom asked about you again.” Daniel stared into the coffee. “What’d you tell her?” “The truth.” He looked up. “That you came.” He let out a breath and took a drink. It was too hot. He didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, he had a day that seemed to want something from him besides survival. That made him restless. Survival was simple: find food, avoid cops, keep moving, don’t owe anybody. A day with expectation was harder. It asked him to be a man instead of an animal. Miriam called before noon. “I heard you went to the hospital,” she said. “News travels.” “You sound terrible.” “Thank you.” “You going back?” He wanted to say no. He wanted to say he was done with all of it, that family was a dead language and he had no desire to relearn it. Instead he said, “Maybe.” There was a pause. “That means yes.” He almost smiled. “Maybe.” She told him there was a community center nearby that needed someone to help unload donated food in exchange for a shower and a meal voucher. No questions, no paperwork, no promises. Daniel laughed when she described it. “What’s funny?” “That I’m one step up from a raccoon.” “You’re not funny.” “I know.” But he went. The community center was in a church basement painted a hopeful yellow that had begun to peel at the corners. Volunteers moved in a practiced rhythm, stacking boxes, checking labels, sorting canned goods with an efficiency that made Daniel feel clumsy and watched. A woman named Ruth handed him gloves, then pointed to a pallet of potatoes. “Those go over there,” she said. “If you drop them, don’t argue with me about it.” He liked her immediately. He worked until his shoulders burned. No one asked why he’d been in prison. No one tried to save him with a speech. They just kept handing him tasks, which somehow felt more respectful than sympathy. By the time he got the shower voucher in his hand, he was almost grateful enough to hate himself for it. Under the hot water, alone in a stall with a curtain that stuck to his skin, he put both hands on the wall and let the steam hide his face. He expected relief. Instead he felt the edges of every memory sharpen: the prison tier, the warehouse floor, his mother’s hospital room, the years of being too hard to hold and too broken to trust. When he came out, shaved and cleaner than he had been in months, he looked at himself in the mirror and did not recognize the man staring back. Not bickers he looked different. bickers he looked possible. That frightened him more than any arrest ever had. On the walk back, he stopped at a corner store and bought a notebook and a cheap pen. It seemed like a ridiculous thing to do, which was exactly why he did it. He sat on a bench outside the hospital later and wrote down names: Elena, Mom, Miriam, Ruth. Then he stared at the page for a long time before writing one more line. I am tired of being what happened to me. He almost tore it out. Instead he kept it. His mother was awake when he returned to the room. She looked weaker, but her eyes were alert. “You shaved,” she said. Daniel snorted. “That’s your big comment?” “It’s my right.” He sat in the chair beside her bed. She studied him for a while. “You look like your father when he was trying not to look scared.” Daniel’s mouth tightened. “Thanks.” “That wasn’t an insult.” “I know.” Silence settled between them, not comfortable, but no longer hostile. At last she said, “I can’t fix what I broke with you.” He looked at her then. “You didn’t break me.” Her expression changed, just slightly. “I did some of that myself,” he said. “You don’t get to take all the credit.” To his surprise, she gave the faintest laugh. It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t even reconciliation. But it was the first honest exchange they’d had in years, and that counted for something. That evening, Daniel walked back through the city with his notebook in his coat pocket and the strange, unwelcome sense that his life had become a road with two directions again. He could keep drifting until the streets swallowed him whole. Or he could stay long enough to be held accountable by people who had every reason to let him go. Neither choice was easy. One was familiar. At the bridge near the shelter, he stopped and looked down at the water, dark and moving under the city lights. He thought of all the years he had spent believing motion was the same thing as freedom. He thought of the prison yard, the corners, the corners inside himself. Then he turned around and kept walking.

By the fourth chapter of his life, Daniel had learned that change was not a single decision. It was repetition. It was showing up again after humiliation, again after temptation, again after the old voice in his head told him the whole effort was stupid and temporary and doomed. He had another meeting at the community center two days later. Ruth gave him a clipboard and a list of deliveries to check against. “If you can read,” she said, “you can help.” “I can read.” “Good. Most of the time, that’s already an argument.” Daniel almost smiled. Almost. The work was dull in a way that steadied him. Boxes in, boxes out, signatures, counts, stamps. The kind of labor that asked for less of a man than a city usually did. He found himself looking forward to the rhythm of it. That scared him too. Anything he started to need, he learned, could be taken. Miriam came by after lunch with two coffees and the kind of careful expression people wear when they are trying not to force a conversation. “I heard you’re useful now,” she said. “Don’t spread rumors.” “You’re still sleeping at Elena’s?” “Sometimes.” “That sounded like a lie.” “It sounded like an answer.” She leaned against the table and sipped her coffee. “Your mother’s coming home soon.” Daniel went still. “Soon?” “They’re talking about discharge plans.” He nodded once, but his hands had gone cold. The old Daniel would have heard that as pressure, as obligation, as another trap set by family and guilt. The new Daniel—if he was new—heard something else too: a chance to be present when presence was still wanted. He hated how much that mattered. When the day ended, Ruth handed him an envelope. Inside was a small stipend for the hours he’d worked. Not much. Enough for food. Enough for bus fare. Enough to make the world feel slightly less like a joke. “You earned it,” she said. Daniel looked at the money as if it might accuse him. “I didn’t do anything special.” “That’s the point,” Ruth said. “You did the ordinary part. Most people can’t manage that.” On the bus ride back, he kept the envelope in his pocket and watched the city slide past the window. He used to scan streets for corners to work, faces to avoid, cops to outrun. Now he found himself noticing different things: a kid carrying groceries, a woman arguing into her phone, a man asleep upright with his tie loosened. The world had not become kinder. He had simply become less absent from it. At Elena’s apartment, his nephew was on the floor with toy cars spread around him like a battlefield. The boy looked up when Daniel came in and grinned. “You smell like soap,” he announced. Daniel frowned. “That supposed to be an insult?” “It means you showered.” “I know what it means.” The child giggled, and Daniel felt, to his irritation, something warm move through him. Elena watched from the kitchen doorway. “Mom’s coming home Thursday.” He nodded. “I know.” “You coming with me?” The question landed heavier than it should have. Not bickers he didn’t want to go, but bickers he did. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m coming.” Thursday arrived in pale rain. Daniel wore the least ruined shirt he owned and stood in the hospital lobby while Elena handled discharge papers. His mother came out slowly, thinner than before, a little unsteady, but upright. For a second he saw her as both his mother and a stranger, and the realization nearly undid him. She looked at him and raised one eyebrow. “You clean up when you have to.” “That’s rude.” “It’s accurate.” He helped her into the car, careful and awkward, as if too much force might shatter the fragile arrangement of the day. At the apartment, he carried her bags upstairs. She stopped him in the hallway before he could leave. “Daniel.” He turned. “I’m not asking you to become someone else overnight.” He waited. “I’m asking you,” she said, “not to disappear.” He looked at her, and for once he didn’t have a joke ready. “I’ll try.” Her face softened in a way that almost hurt more than anger would have. That night he sat alone at the kitchen table after everyone had gone to sleep. Elena’s apartment was quiet except for the pipes and the occasional creak of the building settling around him. He took out the notebook and wrote one sentence, then another. Work. Shower. Hospital. Home. The words looked absurdly small on the page. They were also the first real map he had had in years. He set the notebook down and stared at the dark window. Somewhere beyond it the city kept grinding forward, full of men like the one he had been and people like the ones who had not given up on him yet. Daniel did not know whether he deserved any of it. He only knew he was still here. And for now, that had to be enough.

>>290175 Daniel Lopez post btw

Fuck, forgot to change my IP

>>290175 Reported for cyber-violently threatening to spam. https://www.cyberviolence.eu/

>About cyberviolence >The use of violence through: persecution, intimidation, harassment, ridiculing other people using the Internet and electronic tools such as: SMS, e-mail, websites, discussion forums on the Internet, social networking sites and others. Illegal in the EU and I'm using an EU IP so therefor I'm an EU resident, and therefor I'm part of the EU people and therefor I'm sovereign and therefor I declare you an outlaw in the EU.

Get rekt.

Bump

>>290180 When you're right you're right, I kneel Kang

>>290182 Uhhhhh... Is that submission? It seems that you've completed my quest. Here, take my mace. May Autism guide you.

Although I'm tired of seeing this attention whore get attention, extremely negative or not. I'll repost the dox, err "phone book", from last time. Dox Dump from KF/YouTube One of the Admins of ThyAntiKiwi, Antitroll/TrollStopper/@JaidenSupport, has leaked the private T.A.K Telegram GC on YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAoegljKlAs https://preservetube.com/watch?v=oAoegljKlAs >ATATATAT >recorded on August 16th, 2026 >got bored and was somehow let into this stupid group >was barely active but they shit his pants and didn't do much either way so i wasn't missing out (somehow one of the members got themselves fedded whil i was in) >they're somehow more active in their public telegram about foxdickfarms than in their private??? >even though foxdickfarms suspended my account and most people on foxdickfarms think im a evil mastermind pdfile or something,when im just a bored 16 year old >enjoy your early Christmas present regardless >all of my socials are deleted and any account claiming to be me is fake, if you want to contact me i only respond to emails here: >[email protected] Visible member list with phone #s used: AntiTroll Akruia - (623) 971 4206 UTTP Captain defender - (860) 754 9084 neofolk - (178) 355 7476 UTTP General Kqlls - (874) 429 6346 Drill Sergeant TAK - (827) 977 7158 Kiwi Warrior - (568) 823 0929 Lilith - (867) 862 5950 Elai.ne Miller - (674) 577 8032 Eon - (875) 564 1453 Fancy Cat/Ava Russel - (867) 905 7509 (OWNER) Naught ("n/a") claims to be homeless and currently in Santa Monica, California. He's using the phone # +1 951 526 6095

Wow is this Elame's nonsensical plan for today? Spam her thread with stupid drivel no one cares about? I thought today was the big day on taking down KF. I guess she is too low IQ to realize that takes more than $10 to do so. Too busy spending her money on meth. She is such a waste of space. Please just do just a favor and kill yourself Elãine

>>290194 No one wants to hear about E-lame every day, gayboy

Get used to this situation, Daniel Lopez, since I've concluded that you're just as bad as E-laine is

>>290194 <I thought today was the big day on taking down KF. "SNCA" LARP that I forgot about in fact of course before you started on your E-laine obsession again.

>If I can accuse everyone of being Daniel Lopez I can totally derail my own thread. >Everyone who posts in this thread is Daniel Lopez.

>>290205 Who else would have motivation to yap about E-laine literally every single fucking day on a board where no one else cares. Literally talk about anything else if you don't want to be called out constantly, Dan.

Like I don't know what's wrong with the 100s of people or bots who clearly lurk this board and sometimes mention "/cow/" on KFags, but they're not posting in this thread or in the other threads. Sometimes I do think most KFags are just an LLM talking so that J0sh can make the forum look 10x more active than it actually is, though. That would explain why they say bizarre scripted things like that. "I totally read /cow/ all the time", never posts here though.

Also explains the incredibly long Reddit-tier effort posts that are posted on the site about "Shit Nobody Cares About" and just the general drone-like behavior. Pretty sure you're just dumb though and not a bot, in your personal case.

More dumb shit from her social media.

>>290212 Big lol at her being butthurt about Mia Khalifa just bickers Szabo prefers those curry mïlkers to her shaved chimp chest. Mia Khalifa was only in the industry for like 2 months and was barely compensated by her pimp bf, no solidarity with victims of muh exploitative pornography?

>>290215 >Khalifa lived with her family in Montgomery County, Maryland, where she played lacrosse in high school. She said she was bullied at school for being "the darkest and weirdest girl there" Weird overlooked autistic dork mystery meat brown girl later becomes a popular adult porn start after it's realized she has tits (or breast implants). bickers what else does she offer? Her personality? E-laine probably bullied the local autistic girl for having... something. Rather than nothing.

>>290218 Daniel posting this in the foxdickfarms as if he was t the one to also post it here

There is no proof that the frog/mushroom person on KF is Daniel Lopez. That's a rumor Peelame started. Wouldn't be surprised if someone here is trying to execute a half-planned scheme to call everyone Daniel Lopez in order to have anons turn on each other and reveal their identities. Low IQ moment.

>>290223 Kill yourself Dan

Did Peelame run off again cause she got all her current Telegram associates arrested? This bitch can't go a single day without snitching on someone. Come on peelame, at least do Naught next for some c0nt3nt.

>>290226 >>290228 Everyone here is Daniel Lopez, duh!

>>290223 >there is no proof that the frog/mushroom person on KF is Daniel Lopez. Other than spending his whole wasted waking existence a-logging her in her kf thread right

>>290231 Some very flattering pictures of you Daniel. Did you ask the AI to make you look less washed up and corpse like?

>>290235 Whatever you tell yourself so you can sleep at night, Daniel.

>>290230 Naught is copying Dan now and making himself "undoxable" by not having a home address. Just a coincidence that he became homeless in June after his Yuba City residence address kept getting posted, I'm sure, but that's besides the point...

>The screenshot back-and-forth is dumb It's mostly been Dan doing that with E-lame on KFags, like jilted exes. It is a little gay when you realize it's in that context, but we already knew Dan was a little bit gay. Hasn't been happening here lately bickers I don't use or look at Telegram. Don't even know if she's been responding to /cow/ posts or not, and don't really care.

To be clear though, if it wasn't in that specific context of Dan and E-lame having some kind of relationship background and the fact he cut his legs for her, I wouldn't really care about or criticize the screenshot back and forth. But as it is it's rather gay. This isn't about the autistic J0sh/KFags concept of attempting to ban trolling or off-site interactions with "lolcows". Which is also pretty gay. That said, I won't be too surprised if this complaining on KF about Dan interacting with the "cow" on KFags escalates and spills over. Then results in J0sh sperging out, re-implementing the "no contacting E-laine" rule, then bans Dan again. But maybe that's not likely, since we're on the bad timeline.

>>290243 I assumed they were more bitching about her being boring than complaining about thread participants, otherwise they'd use TTS rather than whine into the void. Perhaps it's time to retire from 'loggin Eläine though. She's been demoralized off of Twitter and YouTube, so I'm cocks to let her enjoy the digital ghetto she belongs in

Btw whoever that retarded faggot is who started the current KF discussion about unbanning E-laine or something, why does she even need to be unbanned when she could just do like Dan and make a sock account, which is apparently OK now. Until she gets banned again of course. >>290244 >She's been demoralized off of Twitter Afaik her latest Antifoxdickfarms account is still up and was un-shadowbanned, but I stopped checking it a few weeks ago.

>>290242 She had been pretty quiet on all fronts however I went to go check her Instagram and she had posted a video. She probably posted it bickers she kept getting called out on being a poor fag. She looks ridiculous with her grown out roots and oversized blazer. She probably snuck in the restaurant between the lunch and dinner rush, used someones water left behind and is larping she died there.

>>290250 Dined, lul.

>>290250 Peelame enjoys some fine dining while her bestie Naught dogs through trash cans for other people's leftovers... that's what your reward at the end of the day if you suck the smelly skelly clitty. Next she will probably rat him out to the feds as well.

>>290252 TheGatorGamer's entire existence dovetails with that of this faggot named Kirtaner, who claimed to found Anonymous & ran a pump-n-dump called "Anoncoin" Apparently, Kirtaner & his kike bro named Bertrand Goldsmith pissed off this Youtuber named "Flesh Simulator." Flesh claims that Bertrand runs a groomcord cult that goes around gangstalking him Both Flesh & Kirtaner have threads on the Farmshttps://foxdickfarms.st/threads/flesh-simulator.194159/page-101 https://foxdickfarms.st/threads/kirtaner-aubrey-cottle.84714/

She privated her Instagram and posted this nightmare fuel to her Tiktok.

>>290255 You're the swedish guy right? It's pretty obvious

>>290255 Want to add that you can go over the claims by Fleshsimulator against most people he hates currently and honestly see that a lot of it is bullshit and straight up lies used to justify him escalating his internet feuds with various insane faggots

>>290257 She looks haggard even by her standards.

>>290257 She could have had a son by now if she got with Gabe Hoffman, but she's your typical brain damaged, selfish fem(ale-dr)oid. The child would have been a psychopath but at he least he'd be financially successful, at least before he goes to prison for financial fraud or something.

>>290257 She went public again, probably bickers she realized she needs attention to survive. She has been posting these intricate paper origami pieces. I thought she was super busy with her job? If she was actually putting them together they would take some time but let's be honest she is probably buying them premade. I only say these pictures actually belong to her bickers the nails and sleeve match the most recent Tiktok she posted. It's interesting though, her nails are plain in the most recent Instagram post. She is trying to be slick by posting older cocks.

>>290265 Pictüres/ cøtent Stupid word filter

>>290260 It is quite possible that everything (((Flesh))) said about (((Bernie))) was fabricated, but as for Kirtaner he actually sabotaged a GoFundMe for Canadian trucker protests. He also destroyed 420chan & ran drug trafficking from the site, if that means anything

>>290267 Is flesh actually Jewish? That's fucking hilarious I thought it was a joke Anyway kirtaner to me seems like the old type of hacker faggot who swarmed around anonymous back when people actually used IRC, basically the kind of faggot that gave trannies the idea that 4chan was inclusive in the past, prior to Epstein or something. The type of person to denounce working class people bickers they are hecking chuds But if you do go over flesh's

She privated her Tiktok and Instagram.

She must feel humiliated that her little group imploded. Lmao.

One of the oniontroons running half the socks on snark and shitting this board up with Lopez supposedly died aug2. If true her parents posted the notice and buried her under her (male) dead name. I'll say that it seems quieter since then.

>>290300 <One of the oniontroons running half the socks on snark and shitting this board up with Lopez supposedly died aug2. Lopez is still alive and not dead so idk what you're talking about.

>>290309 Daniel Lopez talking about himself in third person btw

>>290274 Severely autistic

How ironic. Frances Gertler really needs to learn to rein in her horse faced daughter.

Damn someone is mad Kïwîfãrms is still up and running.

>>290322 >>290323 New Sprate faildox incoming and to be dropped when, E-lame?

<One KF guy already went on a date with her. I really have no fucking idea what this guy is talking about, but it sounds embarrassing for everyone involved. Also letting E-dunce back on to KTards is a SNCA™ nontent subject, and you really should shut up and move onto any other subject that might actually be interesting.

She's been posting the faildox on Le Anti Kïwi, zero proof of work as you'd expect. And the user she dated IRL was called AnusCabbage. He still pines for her, posting in her KF thread most recently under the UN funky town

>>290358 >And the user she dated IRL was called AnusCabbage. I really should know this by now but I keep forgetting it, mb in that regard. >He still pines for her, posting in her KF thread most recently under the UN funky town "Pwease wet Ewame post in thread wit me, I miss my Queen so bad", etc.

>>290359 All good, it's obscure SNCA. I'm pretty sure the people saying Null might as well let her post were trying to discourage back and forth screenshot conversations with her, not genuinely arguing that she should be unbanned. Interesting habbening in her KF thread atm btw

>>290360 Just coming to talk about this. Member of bonezone was arrested https://www.wdtv.com/2026/08/24/morgantown-man-arrested-using-discord-obtain-share-child-pornography/ He was encouraged by Elãìne to send BX child pørn. My question is why do people in these com groups keep Eläīne around. Clearly anyone she associates with gets arrested. She is a snitch. Also was it wise for her to snitch on someone in BoneZone? Didn't she meet up with Max from Iceland. I would assume they have more details about her personal life

>>290361 the people in those groups are even dumber than her, that's why, plus most of them are minors that Peelame is actively grooming

Anyone with a far reach across Discord should probably try to get ahold of Mr Toxix or anyone he fucks with in Bone Zone and direct him to Eläine's KF thread. He's out on bail and it would be wonderful if he mentioned his coordination with her since she's the one who ratted on him

Horselame is upset by the Kïwïs and declaring war on them for the millionth time.

She really will spend her entire life chasing revenge fantasies instead of actually trying to build a life for herself that's worth living.

>>290384 Can you believe that she's still in what's supposed to be her peak physical years as a female, and that's it's only downhill from here? If only I had some fucks to give.

>>290384 She hasn't grown as a person in the last five years. She refuses to grow up in general making her stuck as a perpetual immature teenager. Its really sad bickers her parents had some money (not as much as Elãine wishes) giving her more of an advantage than most people have in life. She rather waste it staying chronically online fighting the evil kïwifãrms. She has no job, no education and is going to rely on her parents for everything. Here are some comments I was able to find from Instagram. The one on the left are two combined into one.

I was just curious how long Elãine has been talking about getting her high school diploma. The first mention of it was a voice recording she did in X. She stated it would cost 20k a year for four years to get her high school qualifications. This was back in October of 2024. (Page 397 of her KF thread) Not to mention back in August of 2025 on her second thread here on /cow/ there is a screenshot of her mentioning starting school in September. The last time was July of 2026 on her KF thread. There is a screenshot of her talking about how neither her or Thomasz Szabo has a high school education but she is starting high school in September

I joined after I heard Mr Toxix is out on bail, wanted to make sure he knows you snitched on him and that it'd be wise for him to mention some of the favors he did for you to his attorney. The Bone Zone guys have been great so far, they've had some very interesting details to share about you

<Christmas is the best time for prank calls bickers the entire family are at home lol Holy shit, that's the most Jewish thing I've seen in the past week or so.

>>290420 She means she likes to swat little kids and try to get them killed.

biggest whore on the planet award btw

>>290413 >>290424 Waiting on actual my jewish mother instead of this gayops.

I've been resisting the urge to mention your embarrassing little situation with Mr Flannery, and more importantly resisting the urge to send everything to Thomasz. Slander me again, dumb bitch.

>>290423 Exactly. I know that's what she means by "prank calls". >>290425 I'm sure your Jewish mother is waiting on you as well. >>290429 >more importantly resisting the urge to send everything to Thomasz. Yeah, y'know, you better keep resisting the urge to send him piles of whatever you're threatening to send him, since, y'know... Both the prison he's in and him probably wouldn't like that. <our embarrassing little situation with Mr Flannery Can you elaborate a little on this and whatever you're spazzing on about, for the people who don't know about Literally Who and Shit No one Cares AboutTM?

Anyway, I have a couple sets of screenshots to share about Mr. Obvious. The idiot who Elame and friends seemed to be trying to groom or entrap. Each set comes from a different KF user. Who I'm not going to credit beyond that, but I'm sure you could look up Mr. Obvious' KF thread if you want to figure that out yourself, and more about his dox and z-celeb status. Anyway, without powerleveling too much, when he was first pulled into this... I was rather surprised, bickers I remember him as a Something Awful user from literally 20 year ago, who used to play video games and I think made videos with other Awful users (goons... A goon was a SA user, 'troon' comes down from that for trannies). At least I'm assuming this is the same Mr. Obvious, but I haven't even thought about him at all for 10+ years before he was mentioned here. So keep in mind this guy has to be about probably 40 years old, at least in his late 30s. In fact I thought he was at least in his 20s, 20 years ago. He was apparently started playing Roblox in 2010. So this dude got to be like in his 40s. So y'know, just dropping the evidence of him having a rather inappropriate conversation with Tailz, who is a 15 year old that E-laine has also groomed and who often is involved in this Skid Farms/Discord/Telegram faggotry. There were more, worse screenshots posted on KF but I'm not sharing those here. Just letting you get the basic idea of what Mr. Obvious was doing with that 15 year old.

It gets worse for Mr. Obvious though, bickers it turns out that he wasn't really some autist who groomed into this at all. He had these proclivities from the start. Aside from those screenshots, here's what I'm assuming is his ban evasion Reddit account, since his original Reddit account was banned: https://www.reddit.com/user/mr-obvious-/ He's been incel posting about women, feminism and sperging about how Islam is in the right or something.

>>290430 It's a retãrded word filter. I said waiting on mïlk. Really hope anons reveal what bone zone had to say or who Mr. Flannery is. Thomasz Szabo should be told, there is a possibility he has no idea he has been snitched in by Elãine. People protect Elãine and the information around her and it's dumb.

This preddit thread Mr. Obvious apparently responded to is a banger. <r/MuslimLounge <OP: Muslim sisters, how do I deal with my high libido? It makes me CRAVE marriage. I like to go wash myself in the bathroom. Would food, drink, maybe some more estrogen pills help? 🏳️‍⚧️ ‍⚧ <Mr. Obvious: <Spergs about how child birth isn't really that bad. <Men overestimate womens' suffering. <Women are lazy and spend most their day laying around, unless they have kids. <Muh wife, I don't ask her to do much besides laying around before she has kids. Isn't she 15, bro? <OP Response/Edit (to Mr. Obvious): For all those who gave kind words, thank you so much may Allah reward you for sharing your experiences / advice. I unfortunately had to turn off my DMs again bickers some men apparently can't read and disregard the tag to say nasty stuff to me. It's truly disgusting and a disgrace upon them. I knew some women wouldn't feel comfortable commenting about this and would rather talk about it privately. To all those sisters who DMed me, thank you so much it made me feel less alone to know I'm not the only one with this issue. I'm sorry for having to block all DMs now bickers men are acting too disgustingly and without any regard for a Muslim woman's chastity. But that's enough about him for now. Not sure if he deserves his own thread here though. >>290433 I saw some "my jewish mother" about E-laine in the KF thread but I'm not reposting it. But they do have some. Not my job.

>>290430 >Can you elaborate? No

Peelame the whore is not being faithful to her prisonboo I heard... nobody is surprised.

>>290438 He was only her second simultaneous e-boyfriend she was stringing along anyway.

Peelame can't get a bf in real life, but she has 10 on discord! Do you think when she has to go to a family gathering and is asked by older relatives if she has a boyfriend she tells them about the petty criminals she e-dates? She seems autistic enough.

TheGatorGamer has become boring and predictable. She is still droning on about IQ vs EQ. Her lies have been so transparent. She is still saying she is starting school in a week. It's already been pointed out she has been talking about going back to school since 2024. >>290408 Must be embarrassing to be in her early 20s and she is still taking high school classes. She wears shein and Walmart clothes but can totally afford 200k of cosmetics surgery. And totally can afford bringing down the evil KF. Remind me when was the last time kïwïfãrms was down? How is that lawsuit going?

>Null: TheGatorGamer's new friends control every facet of her life and the information she receives >Trav: she is not in control of her social media presence She still has Instagram and I'm assuming she has a bunch of Discord accounts. Although it's true that the Antifoxdickfarms Telegram and Twitter accounts seem to be shared between her, Naught and a gaggle of about eight other faggots from her pedo ring. I'm really not sure what exactly Null was referring to by, "New friends control every facet of her life." As far as I'm concerned, most of her issues are of her own doing. I would argue that Naught and others may have been manipulating her back in July to act as a patsy for the DDoS attacks on KF, but still no one really forces her to be a pedo and associate with pedo groups. Also it seems like whatever memetic momentum she and these people had stopped after the DDoS attacks stopped.

>>290470 The Null post Trav screenshotted is from 2022, back when Pisslame was conned into carving his name into her thighs by 764 adjecent people.

>>290464 Peelame is so "high IQ" that she keeps repeating the same behavior leading to failure over and over again and she can't seem to understand why. That has nothing to do with "EQ" if you are too stupid to change up your strategy in every way, in fact making the same mistake multiple times in a row is a classic sign that you're just retarded. See her many failed schemes to take down KF, which always end up with Null making hundreds of thousands of dollars and having a new enemy to rally people against. First she allied with the despicable tranny LFJ to attack Vincent Zhen handing Null the perfect enemy to crowdfund against. Someone that nobody sane would ever be sympathetic to. This arguably ruined Vincent's life somewhat but had no negative effect on M00n personally. And now she's rallied an army of terroristic child extortionist p3dophiles to take down the forum a single day which makes for an even better enemy even than the tr00n since evn KF haters would side with KF over a group of people that sextorts children for fun. In the end Null always comes off looking persecuted by truly evil people and with more money and connections than he had before. She keeps bashing her head against the same wall with more and more force as her scull cracks she convinces herself that she's winning bigly and she only needs to continue doing it to finally epically own her enemies. What a truly mentally handicapped dumb slut.

The chat logs from the 764 street channel are interesting. A lot of it is the same boring lies but it was interesting Elãine mentioned her job at a "slightly fluorescent company." Hmmmmm. Of course taking this with a grain of salt but wouldn't the pisswitch be angry if we found her real life job.

>>290475 She doesn't have a real life job, this is just her way of admitting she is an (unpaid) snitch for the feds but she has to pretend that it's a real job. Snitching out her friends to the feds becomes "cyber security risk advisor for the glowies" the same way someone working at McDonald's puts "biological resources coordination and assembly" on their resume instead of burger flipper. Except once again, she does it for free. With no compensation and no insurance that she will be spared consequences long term.

>>290476 Like I said take what Elãine says with a grain mountain of salt. Its really hard to come to a conclusion with all the lies she spews. I'm just saying, it might be worth taking a look and see what information we could find about her real life.

It caught me off-guard when she was not lying about something, in fact of course.

As totally not a fed myself, I just find it annoying this fixation on blaming the feds and the FBI and blah blah when she's a fucking Brit and therefor has Brittard immunity from laws or such. But they should demand her extradition from Britain. Likely they don't consider her a high priority, since she's a LARPer idiot and she legit seems like a retard, and if you'd arrest her she'd probably try to use the "I'm autistic" defense or along those lines. She's already kind of doing that actually, with her stupid "I have high IQ and low EQ" gay bullshit. It's basically the Chris Chan defense. Bet it goes a lot further in Britbongistan as well than in the US.

Kind of funny how much she hates Britain and being British, when it's her only saving grace. Retard gonna be a retard, I suppose.

Feds have arrested plenty of Brits for the same crimes. They don't go after Pisslame bickers she sucks everyone's cocks for free plus is jewish.

>>290494 >Feds have arrested plenty of Brits for the same crimes. Not in England

>>290499 Yes, they have. They got the owner of doxbin for the exact same thing that Pisslame is doing.

>>290504 Joke's on you, Piss-for-brains was ackshually the one who loike snitched on him. She hasn't been arrested bickers she's litcherally never done anything wrong, you'd know it was all a larp of you weren't low IQ. Loike

>>290504 They do not directly arrest Brits. Still up to the Brit cops basically. Though I'd imagine they're very persuasive and in E-laine's case they should ask the bobbies to arrest her.

ChatGPT is aware of her, but runs a gay defense for her that it's online allegations and she hasn't yet been officially criminally charged. It cites her Onion Farms thread and, for some reason, an Etsy page which I can't view: https://www.etsy.com/no-en/listing/742295501/vintage-1981-a-genuine-wishnik-ranch-nik

So I have been doing some research. I was looking at past pictures. And the picture of Horselame and Vørdrak stood out to me. The flowers in the back are stunning and if you zoom in you can see part of a sign behind his fat head. I did some digging and found this florist had done a window display up in Hampstead Heath. And wouldn't you know it there is a restaurant across the street from this window display. https://villabiancagroup.com/villa-bianca/ Menu and table matches too. What are the chances I could find the Chinese restaurant they went to as well. I did a quick search on Google Maps and what do you know, it wasn't too far from the first restaurant. The red lanterns and walls match. https://www.fengshang.co.uk/ Good thing Elãine has such a good OPSEC

Except she doesn't. Here are all the locations where she has taken pictures in London. I'm getting the feeling she lives in the West part of London.

>>290509 Her last known address is at A 16 Howcroft Cres, London N3 1PB with mumsy. She moved back in with her after getting doxed at Durlock House. Don't know if she's still there but jew mumsy absolutely lies for her when the incompetent British police come knocking. Where do you think Peelame learned it?

>>290512 It was never confirmed she lives with her mum. The most "recent" pictures makes it look like she has her own apartment.(Her parents probably pay for it) I do agree her mom probably cover for her when the police come knocking.

>>290507 Not her > >test activity: Sep 10, 2026 >rating 5.0 >sweet looking grandma >arizona >2.5k sales >7 years on Etsy Unfortunate name but in her defense she was here first

>>290513 What about this makes it seem like she has her own apartment? The fact there isn't trash littered across the entire floor so you can't walk anymore makes it pretty obvious that mumsy lives there too and cleans up after PLame.

>>290518 None of her backgrounds match what her mum's house looks like.

>>290528 There are no inside pictures of her moms house online so how would you know that? It's pretty obvious that Peelame is too retarded to ever live alone, she can't even keep a single room clean and has gotten mold poisoning multiple times cause she sleeps in rotten food on a dirty mattress. But your insisting that Peelame definitely doesn't live with her mom at the known address with zero proof kinda makes me think you're Peelame trying to cover up the fact.

Eläine, are you ever going to re-enable the public preview of your gay little Telegram? I want to read what you're saying in there but I also don't care enough to actually enter one of your pozzed servers

>>290529 Oh I thought it had been discussed. Here is the real estate listing from her mom's house. https://www.rightmove.co.uk/house-prices/details/f213b907-a567-4b9a-9ded-e7a6ebff5dc2 I totally get where you are coming from, you should be weary of any poster on this thread.

I am unsure of what her living (and work) situation is. I agree from previous photos she is unable to pick up after herself. She probably has maids who clean up after her. I wonder if her parents bought a second investment property and they are letting her live there temporarily. This is just tinfoil on my part.

>>290531 Why is the laundry room combined with the kitchen or is that a standard British thing? <you should be weary of any poster on this thread. Um, how about you go fuck yourself... with a cactus. >>290532 <I am unsure She lives on a bedbug-ridden bare mattress and there is no work involved. <I wonder if her parents bought a second investment property Lol no

>>290532 pisslame selfposting for attention btw, your low EQ is showing

>>290534 I think you are prickly for the both of us. >>290535 Elame could never show her work. I doubt she would want that real estate listing on here.

fuck off pisswitch, nobody believes that your parents are rich or you have a maid and your own apartment, your parents were financially ruined by your slut mom ruining their marriage and business and they were never even that successful to begin with, having to finance their adult leech daughter who refuses to get a job and lives in delulu land probably sucks them completely dry, something your mom is known to do to every Senegalese and Pakistani on the block btw and which is why you are such a whore as well, learned it from mommy Frances Gertler.

Lol I'm not the pisswitch. You retards are so blinded by hate you can't consider all the options. Why point out all of her locations in London? Or reveal the restaurants where she met up with Vordak? You sure are getting butthurt over sprinkles of tinfoil I put in with the truth. Almost seems like you are focusing on the tinfoil to take away from the evidence presented. You sure you aren't the pisswitch trying to distract from the truth?

>>290535 Daniel Lopez post BTW. Get some new material.

>>290543 Daniel Lopez post btw, you can tell bickers he's talking to himself

Anyway, let's all prove we're not Peelame by posting her fucking disgusting cooter

She is larping she left London again. She put this on Tiktok a few hours after her locations were mapped.

Peelame you seem attention starved, did your fed handlers forbid you from making a new Shitter and now you have to try and get people ITT to talk about you? You are boring and frankly nobody gives a crap about where you are or what you do. (spoiler: in some dirty hovel, chatting with pedos and kids all day)

Patriots assemble, it's flaggin' time

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Daniel Lopez post btw

>>290576 Daniel Lopez samefagging btw. You can tell bickers the pixels

lol ofc her Shitter is set to private. Why even bother atp? This is why you will never be an e-girl like empathchan, Peelame. Not just cause you are ugly, stupid and a p3do whore, but bickers you have zero ability to stay relevant in any meaningful way. Even that one vampire loser simp you have doesn't even keep up with you anymore and has moved on simping for hex the tranny instead. Just log off, I really don't understand why you keep trying. You're like a fat bitch on her 10,000th diet who will never lose the weight.

>>290573 I used to be able to report whole accounts to Cloudcucks/Xwitter in one go. But Cloudcucks blocked me bickers Matthew Prince just LOVES pedophil.es and is a probably a rapist of little boys himself.

Yeah he definitely molests little boys and probably engages in Satanic rituals or whatever. Sue me, faggot.

>"Not Daniel" Re: "Saint" Travis Le Schizo No, Travis has not. E-laine was blacked though, just not by the CIA.

At least the latest thing Trav wrote involving E-laine, he seemed to be describing her or "the person acting as her" as one of the conspirators, alongside Rachel Siegel, and didn't mention her being kidnapped at all. So there's that. I think maybe he takes her bullshit about the name E-laine not being her real identity at face value, when nobody else does bcus it's idiotic and even she doesn't believe in her own bullshit. Trav, if you had common sense you'd realize that she denies it bickers it's in fact her real identity, but now I'm overexplaining shit that anyone who was sane or not a senile boomer could figure out.

I did find it pretty amusing that he had this demented old hag in his DMs telling him that she "is Patriot Front", and he just takes that at face value and runs with it. It's like he's schizo about everything unless it fits into his pre-made narrative, then suddenly he takes it unquestioningly and as religious-level truth.

Maybe she wasn't lying though, since it's a LARP group that has 540 members on paper in the entire US, and is only a my loose butthole that the liberal media brings out to scaremonger with or use as a scapegoat. So maybe she literally "is Patriot Front." I don't know, I don't really blame Trav for being schizo bickers normies are fucking retarded but just don't think that E-laine is innocent.

*b.oogeyman = "my loose butthole", interesting filter there btw, fagmin.

She had more influence during her pornography career in her 18-20 year old years when she was receiving every available black man in London. But even other Jew like Gabe Hoffman became disgusted with her debasing herself and being an embarrassment on the tribe. So she was forced to drop her "Snow Princess" (or whatever it was) porn persona, and she moved on to being an unemployed pedo who sexts with minors. Bcus I don't know, everyone including her own parents have given up on E-laine making anything worthwhile of herself at this point and are in full cover-up mode. She's a skeleton in the closet. But on a completely serious note, every so-called "career" choice she's done since becoming an adult seems to have been directed at demoralization, or ruining herself. At least in so far as there was a person to ruin in the first place.

>>290589 >blacked thats a disgusting image you just created in my head >>290590 idk why this guy is being addressed. as if he's some relevant figure, when he is some guy who pretends he's more famous than he is and has a broken brain infested with drugs and mental illness. everything that he talks about he manages to tie back to his girlfriend, and I'd wager half the people in his delusions wouldn't know of each other's existence were it not for him, that should be quite telling. >>290591 just lol'ed after seeing the red underline. instant tell that it was done by him. this is a clear case of a fake schizo, this old woman who wants attention, meeting a true and honest schizo. if you read some of his posts he seems kind of self aware but then everything fits into his retard puzzle. >>290592 theyre pretty gay, pointless and performative but they have some good people in them. i do blame him, and its a shame schizos are allowed to walk among us. image the dead girlfriend's parents having to accept this retard is breathing the same air while slandering their daughter

>>290593 quite pertinent and creative

>>290596 >thats a disgusting image you just created in my head It's true though... It's the deep E-laine lore. (((deep))) Ok I'll stop.

>>290590 are you the swedish guy?

>>290598 they weren't black, they were propah british lads innit. bbc stands for big british cock

>>290595 >>290598 I forgot about the rumor Elãine did black porn. It was never proven right?

Ok that flag in particular is admittedly kind of cool. Would be great to use for a new "Pan-Anglo" country after the UK eventually gets conquered by the US. >>290600 >>290601 The British bitch who did it looks like E-laine, hasn't been active on Twitter in like 4 years, and just happened to be blonde when E-laine also had blonde dyed hair during her 18-20 year old years. Just coincidences aka "circumstantial evidence". But it's funny. >>290599 No. Also I think the guy you're referring to was Icelandic.

>>290602 yeah they have good aesthetics, they do suffer from stuff every "extremist" group does. being way too online, way too monitored and with too many enemies. the US isnt gonna conquer the UK dont be delusional man, it would be good if they had a closer alliance but i dont see this happening if the establishment in the UK remains as is. im referring to the guy with folders labelled with kiwifarmers' names >>290601 i dont believe the porn stuff it's way too circumstancial, and honestly reeks obsession with black men

>>290603 >the US isnt gonna conquer the UK dont be delusional man Invade Greenland which is part of EU -> EU declares war on US -> others in NATO side with EU over the US bcus it's defensive alliance vs US as aggressor Invade Canada -> invade Iceland -> invade Ireland and UK I'm not saying that wouldn't be completely retarded but the UK could be taken quickly before they have a chance to do conscription and their nukes aren't really theirs. France would be a bigger threat. Depends on how retarded Trump wants to be say, 1 or 2 years from now before his term is up. The UK by itself is weaker than Iran.

>>290604 >Invade Greenland which is part of EU that threat was made like 10 years ago. >The UK by itself is weaker than Iran. sad

>>290602 >>290603 I thought it was circumstantial as well but nowadays it seems you disagree with the wrong anon and get called Elãine.

>>290603 >i dont believe the porn stuff it's way too circumstancial, and honestly reeks obsession with black men Peelame is famously obsessed with black porn tho, for a while her and her sock account pretending to be Szabo would post memes from thugporn at each other for hours every day. What kind of woman does that other than one obsessed with n3gr0 penis?

Plus reminder that Peelame was born and raised and lived her entire life in London which is like 80% black and Pakistani and has been for a long time. Worship of n3gr0s is natural for her.

Hear me out. More dumb tinfoil. I think Elãine does have a part time job but it's not as a "Cyber Security Analyst." I've been reviewing old pictures. This picture stood out to me. What place in London would have an American flag? Also notice the chairs next to it. Could she work on at a hotel or conference center? In other photos the building looks old. There are quite a few museums/historical societies in the area she has taken been spotted.

>>290615 This was her "Wayne Lambright" Halloween costume. Extremely cringe. Going to a place and taking a picture doesn't mean you work there. Pisslame does not have a job. As evidenced by the fact that she is online all night long talking to her mostly North American discord loser friends while im imbibing various substances, often staying up for days high out of her gourd and generally being a directionless waste of space who only writes fanfic about a life she wishes she had but will never achieve. also you're not slick, pissfingers wrote this post

>>290615 It's the lobby of the embassy, duh. And whatever job she has it's something shitty and entry level, since she's a highschool drop out without a single marketable skill. Data entry, customer service, doing some pretend job for mumsies pretend company >>290616 Definitely, her atrocious grammar always stands out

It's adorable you think that Pisslame could manage to hold down a job. She can't even clean her room or herself or you know, wake up in the morning instead of sleeping all day long. She larps as "cyber security specialist" or w/e bickers she has to make believe her snitching on her friends is her full-time job, when she actually just does it to stay out of jail and does not get paid.

Eläine is a trust fund baby, I assume on her mother's side bickers Frances also has time to larp as a "life coach" despite secretly spending her time enabling her perverted fail daughter. I think the way it's structured she gets yearly payouts. She goes through these spells of rich influencer larp seshes and then it's back to being histrionic about how much she works and to what extent. I figure she's an (((anglo nïgger))), so like more melinated Londoners the free money runs out and she has to make ends meet. Steam on the first of da mumf, ramen on the 10th innit. It's fair to assume she at least to some extent works in her mother's business but I also wouldn't be shocked if she went back to the "commodities trader" she worked for during the pandemic. Otherwise, where does a highschool dropout go for remote work? Perhaps data entry, cold calling or customer service for an NGO? As you may recall, with this most recent job it came with about 2 weeks of vagueposting about how the work she's involved with makes the world a better place

>>290617 The US Embassy is super modern. Doesn't really match. >>290619 Yeah you are right. I am probably giving her waaayyyyyy too much credit. >>290624 Ohhh right I forgot she probably has a trust fund. She definitely goes through cycles pretending to be rich but then once the money dries up she "works super hard guise as a cyber security analyst." Yeah if she has a job it's probably some part time bottom of the food chain job like cold calling or customer service. Wouldn't be surprised if mummy and Daddy had to call in favors to get her a job. In other boring news Elame is trying to add being a munchausen snowflake to her larp. Just say you can't eat acidic food as you get older, not that deep.

idk why you think she has a job at all, there is literally no evidence of it whatsoever and all the evidence points to her being too much of a fuck-up waste of space loser to even follow a basic daytime routine. Does her posting pics taken in public buildings (mostly restaurant bathrooms) in her dads old blazer really stimulate your retard brain so much? If anything she's always in different bathrooms cause she sucks dick for drugs. Not a job.

>but Pisslame says she has a job yeah, she lies

>>290638 Why are you getting so butthurt over some theories? We all know Pisslame is a fuckup. Some of us want to see how much of a fuckup she is. It's like you want us to stop looking for information. What are you afraid we might find?

Yeah I don't get the unnecessary aggression about the topic. It's completely within the realm of possibility that she's doing some babbies first job type shit for an interesting organization. I think a lot can be gleaned from her tard babble. Remember her daily whining about how the working class are so beneath her? That stopped some months back, but why? Something changed and it wasn't her. If that was the Pisswitch telling us not to look behind the curtain, and she specifically downplayed the significance of her bathroom selfies, then why? Did she have another opsec oopsie and she knows at least one of those pictures was taken somewhere she doesn't want people to identify?

Just realized the tile in these bathrooms are different. The NHS and UK army signs in the background struck me as interesting.

>>290651 >It's completely within the realm of possibility that she's doing some babbies first job type shit for an interesting organization No, not really possible at all considering she sleeps all day and is on discord/telegram all night long and hasn't managed to even attend online school >Remember her daily whining about how the working class are so beneath her? That stopped some months back, but why? has it? I am sure she will loop back around to it soon, not like we would know considering she's got her shitter locked down >If that was the Pisswitch telling us not to look behind the curtain, and she specifically downplayed the significance of her bathroom selfies, then why? you are genuinely braindead and it's annoying to watch >Did she have another opsec oopsie and she knows at least one of those pictures was taken somewhere she doesn't want people to identify? Yeah she's at different mens houses to suck cock for crack >Just realized the tile in these bathrooms are different. whore visits many different bathrooms over multiple years to take selfies, truly fascinating, we should definitely spend multiple weeks discussing her secret job as a toilet inspector

>>290627 >The US Embassy is super modern. The outside parts of it looks like total shit, imo. Also, they put all the US state flags out in front of it for some bizarre reason. But that doesn't mean the inside might not have more plain walls. >>290658 "Job" thing is a cope... Like usual.

If I ever somehow become US President, I'm going to have that building demolished in fact of course. Off-topic venting though. Build a park over it or maybe a garbage dump. It serves no purpose. Idk why this is a topic anyway. Not like it's impossible to buy a small flag pole and large US flag and pose in a room with your cowgirl costume and makeup. Which is more likely what happened.

Peelame is actually an international toilet inspector, traveling from embassy to embassy, making sure all the toilets are in working order. You know we could just post nothing when nothing is happening instead of shitting up the thread like this.

Wasn’t gonna post this, but since we’re schizo-posting about it in this thread anyway, fuck it. I have a video of her inside the US embassy. She sent it to me on Telegram back when we used to talk in 2024. Didn’t even notice that it was the embassy until I saw the recent posts in this thread. im going through the archives to try and find it.

>traveling from embassy to embassy >shitting up the thread like this. It's in London. Not particularly impressive if she went there. Mildly interesting trivia though.

Is this whore dead yet?

Peelame is bored and trying to convince everyone she totally has a very important very real job at the US Embassy. Fuck off pissfingers.

Maybe it's an internship instead of a real job. She considered applying for one with MI6 until she found out they're currently only doing diversity hires. Extra funny bickers she's too retarded to understand that shekel goblins are minorities. But yeah, the only way she's doing anything mildly interesting is if she's doing it for free

She's not doing anything at all.

>>290736 >Sorry, we're not currently interested in taking hires of your kind. <Oi mate I'm Jewish, why are you discriminating against me you Antisemite Why does this come naturally to every other Jew except her? Truly an extra special kind of retard. She doesn't even use the racial advantages she was dealt.

Apparently Pisswitch is still sperging about IQ in her dead Telegram group. In case you are confused about what she is blabbering about here she is upset over the fact that she believes TheTheGatorGamerGamer is married to a woman that an OnionFarms user faildoxed (zero evidence provided that this woman has as much as spoken to Jösh in the last decade) and Pisslame swatted a house she faildoxed (zero evidence Jösh has ever lived there) that has toddlers living in it as evidenced by baby shoes on the porch. She is basically creating her own fanfiction to then get mad about. If we implemented worldwide eugenics Bongland would be nuked off the map as step 1. Also any children Pisswitch will ever have will be mischling mutts with low IQs who grow up molested. May Yahwe keep her barren.

Lol at having a meltdown over the same tired subject. IQ tests aren't even that meaningful. They don’t show the full picture of someone’s overall capability. They can measure certain abilities, like logical reasoning, problem-solving, and recognizing patterns. (lol except Elame doesn't recognize patterns) However, they don’t really capture more everyday skills such as creativity, emotional intelligence, motivation, or social skills. IQ tests can be helpful for educational or psychological assessments, but for us "normies" IQ score doesn’t define a person’s overall worth or potential. Also lul at the fact she is still vexed that someone here found Thomasz Szabo mugshot on a free government website.

Even if her IQ was 300, she would still be a waste of space loser with no life and no accomplishments e-dating random uggos. She hates normies bickers they mog her in every aspect of life, she's eaten up with jealousy at just the average joe with a job, house and wife. It's completely out of her reach. She will never live independently.

>>290764 <Terry Davis posting in 2026 Can't even tell if that's an Elame thing or a Queen Childraper thing.

>>290675 >>290731 Honestly, the way you boys get all worked up over a few bathroom tiles is almost cute. Imagine spending your entire weekend playing "detective" to figure out where a high school dropout takes her selfies. It's pure cope. Whether she's a "Cyber Security Analyst" or a professional toilet inspector is irrelevant—she's still just a delusional girl in her dad's old blazer pretending she's not a total void of a human being. The "trust fund" theory is the only one that makes sense; nobody else would hire someone whose primary skill is sperging about IQ in a dead Telegram group. Keep analyzing the grout in those photos though. I'm sure it'll lead to a groundbreaking discovery, like the fact that she's still a waste of space. 💅

>>290801 How are you possibly retarded enough to buy that that's Lidl? Did you even look at Yeop's "proof"? His entire bit hinges on people being too braindead to fact check him

>>290806 Pretty sure that's the pisswitch seething. She is projecting bickers she spends a majority of her time in front of a computer screen. She assumes bickers that's what she does that what anons here do as well. She is too retarded to figure out when she posts pictures it shows a pattern which part of London she visits often. Or the fact it literal took a two second search to find her mom's new address or Szabo's mugshot. She doesn't like the fact anons here are trying to find out more about her personal offline life.

>>290801 My wife Lidl Drip is way hotter than this, pure bavarian phenotype, blonde and blue eyed with tits bigger than her head and wide fertile birthing hips. Pisslame could never compare, that's why she faildoxed some halfbreed mid from Blockland to cope.

funny how 'p-lame comes in to disrupt when people are discussing her job prospects

>>290806 <How are you possibly retarded enough to buy that that's Lidl? She's kind of hot though. >>290807 Pretty sure you're terminally autistic.

>>290813 Samefag

Dan is seething mad today bickers the actual fact is that Lidl is a tranny. Which I wasn't going to mention but now the fact needs to be brought up.

I'm not E-laine but I think I will be disrupting this thread for, oh, a few weeks. Just bickers you don't know how to watch your drug dealer mouth, Dan. Also bickers you can't take a joke and since you're not funny in the slightest.

So you can thank yourself for that.

3rd post that's just garbage bickers why not. I don't respect the one regular in this thread nor the site owner at all anyway.

4th bcus why not ofc that'll do for now Wait wait how about this . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . . Yeah that seems a bit annoying.

I'll be back later dw, see you then gayboy

>>290825 OOHHHHHH MY GOD HE FUCKING PLACED MULTIPLE LINES OWNED THE SHIT OUT OF THOSE G​AMERGATES WATCH OUT WATCH OUT