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สินค้าจากแขกรับเชิญของเรา Yuri Majyo พร้อมแล้ว!
งานนี้เตรียมตัวพบกับไลน์อัปสินค้าใหม่ที่คุณ Yuri Majyo ตั้งใจจัดทำมาเพื่อแฟน ๆ ในงานนี้โดยเฉพาะ! สายคอสเพลย์และแฟน ๆ เกมเล็งชิ้นที่ใช่ ไอเทมที่ชอบไว้ให้ดี ๆ แล้วรีบพุ่งตัวมาช้อปปิ้ง แวะมาพูดคุยทักทายกันได้ที่บูธโซนแขกรับเชิญภายในงาน #
VERZO# นะ โอกาสแบบนี้ห้ามพลาดเด็ดขาด! 🛍️🎮
Merchandise from Yuri Majyo is finally here!
Get ready for the brand-new collection created exclusively for this event! Gamers and fans, make sure to look closely at the product list, lock onto your favorite items, and head straight to her booth inside VERZO before they run out! See you at the Guest Zone! 🛍️🎮
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VERZO June 28, 2026
MCC Hall, 3rd Floor The Mall Lifestore Bangkae
Nearest MRT: Lak Song Station (BL38), Exit 4
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🌌 A NEW COSMIC PRESENCE APPROACHING
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✨ Yuri Majyo 百合欧皇子
@Lilium725
International Guest has entered the Verzo Universe
การมาถึงครั้งนี้ จะทำให้จักรวาล Verzo ส่องประกายยิ่งกว่าเดิม
🌌 A NEW COSMIC PRESENCE APPROACHING
Another star from afar is traveling across the vast cosmos to enter the Verzo Universe.
Mysterious, captivating, and uniquely enchanting, ready to create unforgettable moments for everyone in this galaxy.
✨ Yuri Majyo 百合欧皇子
@Lilium725
International Guest has entered the Verzo Universe
This arrival will make the Verzo universe
shine brighter than ever.
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VERZO June 28, 2026
📍 MCC Hall, 3rd Floor The Mall Lifestore Bangkae
🚇 Nearest MRT: Lak Song Station (BL38), Exit 4
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My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years.
Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity.
I hated her for it.
The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said:
“Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.”
I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house.
My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Every single day.
And the crazy thing was, we were poor too.
My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity.
But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him.
I never understood it.
I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door.
We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger.
That night, I finally lost my temper.
Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!”
My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line.
Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.”
I had never seen her that furious before.
I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things.
I moved out when I turned 18.
We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions.
But the man stayed.
Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him.
Then my mom got sick.
Cancer made her small.
She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening.
Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.
Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart.
Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.”
I looked at her.
Honestly, I wanted to say no.
I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help.
But you don’t lie to a dying mother.
So I promised.
My mom eventually passed away.
The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house.
I had promised her I would keep feeding him.
But when I got there, the man was gone.
His shelter had been completely cleared out.
Everything was gone.
The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened.
I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone.
Then I noticed something.
A black SUV was parked at the curb.
Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat.
He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years.
But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding.
My mother’s old silver locket.
The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old.
He looked at me and said:
Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
I stared at him.
Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?”
He smiled, but his expression was unsteady.
His eyes were already filling with tears.
Man: “Your mom hid something from you.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
Me: “What did she hide?”
He looked at the plate in my hands before responding.
Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.”
My blood went cold.
Me: “Silent about what?”
He gently shook his head.
Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.”
We sat on the front steps.
The plate was still warm between us.
He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break.
Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined.
Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.”
I just stared at him.
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Eu secretamente montei o pau do meu amigo o caminho todo até a praia enquanto estava sentada no colo dele
No último verão, meu grupo de amigos se espremeu em um carro só para uma viagem pra praia porque um dos carros estava na oficina. Éramos seis e a minha melhor amiga estava dirigindo, então, como a menorzinha, eu fiquei presa sentada no colo de um dos caras no banco de trás. Eu estava usando um vestido de verão super curto com apenas uma calcinha fina por baixo. No segundo em que me sentei no colo dele, meu vestido subiu e minha bunda nua ficou basicamente pressionada direto contra a virilha dele. No começo era só estranho e cheio de solavancos, mas assim que pegamos essa estrada de terra longa cheia de buracos tudo mudou.
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