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The Beaks@thebeaksart
The Beaks by @DKashtalyan May 26, 3 PM UTC. A universe built over 20 years enters its next chapter. On @OpenSea Launchpad. opensea.io/collection/the…
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There was a bigger crowd outside the Emirates last night than for Tommy ‘Bottle-Job’ Robinson’s march on Saturday. Arsenal has United the Kingdom in a way he never will.
Arsenal@Arsenal
These streets are our own ❤️🔥
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A 22 yr old model, Sherri Vandersloot, has had a nose job so her future children will inherit her new nose rather than the one she was born with 🤨
“I don’t want my kids to grow up being teased like I was for my ugly nose. I want to pass down a more natural-looking nose to them.”
We’re actually cooked.

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I wasn’t there in London yesterday.
My body wouldn’t allow it anymore.
So I watched it from a chair at home,
a war pensioner staring at a screen,
watching thousands march streets
I once marched in uniform.
And honestly… part of me wished I was there.
Just to stand amongst ordinary British people again
without feeling like loving your country
has somehow become something shameful.
Before the march had even begun
they’d already made their minds up about them.
Called them divisive. Dangerous. Extremists.
Yet what I saw on that screen
looked nothing like the picture
being painted before the rally had even begun.
I saw veterans.
Families carrying Union Jacks.
Working people. Pensioners. Young lads singing in the streets.
Ordinary faces the media stopped understanding years ago.
The police barriers stretched across London,
creating sterile zones through the heart of the city,
yet beyond them the streets felt alive again.
You could feel it even through a screen.
Flags moving like waves beneath grey skies.
Crowds packed beneath the shadow of Parliament.
Big Ben standing over it all
like Britain itself was silently watching.
And amongst all the chants, speeches and noise,
one moment stayed with me more than any other.
The prayer.
For a few seconds the shouting disappeared
and something older seemed to hang in the air above London.
Not politics.
Not parties.
Something deeper than that.
That’s what people are really fighting for.
The feeling that the country they grew up loving
is slowly slipping away
while they’re told not to notice.
The strange thing was
they didn’t look angry to me.
They looked united.
Hopeful even.
Like people remembering
they were not alone.
And sitting there watching it all unfold,
I realised something.
A nation rarely dies dramatically.
It fades slowly
when its own people become afraid to defend it.
But yesterday proved something important.
The old spirit is not dead yet.
Not while thousands still march beneath the flag.
Not while veterans still care about this country.
Not while ordinary people still refuse to give up on Britain.
And watching from home,
I realised I was witnessing something deeper.
People trying to hold onto a country
they feel slowly slipping away.

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