The world gets so loud sometimes. Not just with the noise of the city, but with the noise of expectations. My final year of school, university applications, my friends’ constant buzzing group chats–it all piles up until my own thoughts feel like a tangled mess of wires. So today, I untangled myself. I told everyone I was busy, shoved my phone deep into my pocket, and went for a walk. Alone.The park near my house is my sanctuary. The moment I stepped onto the gravel path, the world shifted. The air smelled of damp earth and the sweet, heavy scent of blooming lilacs. It’s May, and everything is impossibly green and alive. I felt like I was breathing properly for the first time all week.I walked without a destination. My hands were free, no one to link arms with, no phone to stare at. At first, the silence in my own head was strange, almost uncomfortable. But then, I started to listen. I heard the crunch of my own sneakers on the gravel, a sound usually drowned out by chatter. I heard the intricate conversation of birds–not just a generic "tweet," but a whole symphony of chirps, whistles, and calls. A squirrel scolded me from an oak tree, and I actually stopped to watch its frantic little movements, something I’d normally just walk past.I found my favorite bench, the one tucked away by the old pond, half in the sun, half in the shade. I sat down and just… was. I watched the sunlight filtering through the new leaves, creating a dancing pattern of light and shadow on the ground. I saw an elderly couple walking slowly, hand in hand, not saying a word. They didn’t need to. I saw a little girl, maybe five years old, completely entranced by a dandelion, her whole world contained in that fuzzy yellow.And in that quiet observation, my own thoughts began to untangle. The anxiety about my exams softened its edges. The indecision about my future didn’t feel so heavy. It was as if by being alone, by not having to perform or explain myself to anyone, I could finally hear my own voice.This isn’t loneliness. Loneliness aches. This was… fullness. It was a peaceful, quiet completeness. For an hour, I wasn’t a student, a , or a friend. I was just Lesya. A girl on a bench, under a vast sky, feeling the sun on her skin and the slow, steady beat of her own heart.I finally stood up to leave when the sun started to dip lower, casting long, golden shadows. As I walked back home, the world felt the same, but I was different. The noise was still there, waiting for me, I’m sure. But now, I have this quiet, sunny space inside me. And I know I can return to it anytime I want, just by taking a walk alone.

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The air today smelled different. Not like the city, all gasoline and hot concrete. Out here, it was a cool, green smell–a mix of wet earth, pine needles, and something sweet I couldn’t name. It filled my lungs and for the first time all week, I felt like I could actually breathe.Anya, Ksyusha, and I had ditched our plans for another boring coffee in town. "Let’s get lost," Anya had said, and we did, in the best way possible. The path into the forest was a soft carpet of last year’s leaves, muffling our steps and our laughter.Sunlight dripped through the canopy like liquid gold, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Ksyusha, our unofficial botanist, kept pointing at things. "Look, that’s lungwort! And over there, wood sorrel." She plucked a small, clover-like leaf and handed it to me. "Taste it." It was sour and fresh, a tiny, wild burst of flavor on my tongue.We found a giant spruce tree that had fallen in a winter storm, its roots creating a huge, earthy wall. We scrambled up onto its massive trunk, walking along it like balance beams, arms outstretched, giggling like we were seven years old again. For a moment, high up on that tree, I wasn’t an almost-adult worrying about university exams or the future. I was just a girl in the woods with her friends.We talked about everything and nothing. Anya confessed her secret crush on the guy from the music shop. Ksyusha ranted about her strict parents. I told them about my fear of leaving home for studies in the autumn. The forest listened, absorbing our secrets without judgment. It felt safer here than any locked room.As the afternoon light began to soften, turning a deep, honeyed yellow, we found a clearing. We just lay on our backs in the moss, watching the clouds drift by. It was so quiet, just the whisper of the wind in the pines and the distant call of a cuckoo. No phones, no notifications, just the three of us in a perfect, silent understanding.Walking back, our shoes dusty and our hair smelling of smoke and pine, I felt a pang of sadness. The real world was waiting. But as I looked at my friends, their faces relaxed and happy, I knew we were carrying a piece of the forest’s peace back with us. It was tucked into our pockets, a secret treasure to hold onto until our next escape.

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Hello! My world revolves around the rhythm of dance. Dancing is my passion, my way of expressing emotions, telling stories, and feeling truly alive. Whether it’s the vibrant energy of dancehall, the seductive flow of heels, the dynamic pulse of hip-hop, or the fluid grace of strip-plastic, I’m in love with every style and dedicated to perfecting each movement. My dream is to become a choreography teacher, sharing this magic with others, inspiring them to express themselves through dance, and igniting confidence in every step.

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Hello, I went to get my nails done with a very special design for me, which is part of my femininity, being a woman, a model, being pretty in everything, we feel like face, hand, feet, so I can have a good presentation for you, my beautiful users.

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Mi nombre es Amelia, tengo 18 anos y hace poco mas de seis meses decidi vivir por mi cuenta. Suena facil de decir, pero no lo es. Ser independiente siendo tan joven es una mezcla de ilusion, miedo y muchas tazas de cafe.Trabajo, frente a una camara. Soy modelo web. No es algo que mucha gente entienda del todo, pero para mi se ha convertido en una forma de ser libre, gestionar mi tiempo y aprender a cuidarme.?~? Mananas tranquilasMi dia comienza alrededor de las 9:00 a.m. Me gusta dormir bien porque mi trabajo requiere energia y buena actitud. Lo primero que hago es abrir las ventanas, poner musica y preparar un desayuno ligero. Mientras mi cafe, reviso mis redes, mis mensajes comunitarios y mi agenda del dia.No tengo jefes ni horarios fijos, pero si tengo metas. Me organizo con una lista de tareas pendientes y un horario flexible que me ayuda a equilibrar el trabajo con mis momentos personales.?’? Preparacion y trabajoAntes de conectarme, cuido mi espacio. Me gusta tenerlo limpio, con buena iluminacion y un ambiente agradable. Tambien me visto elegante, no por obligacion, sino porque me hace sentir bien.Trabajo por horas, y aunque desde fuera pueda parecer facil, requiere concentracion, empatia y perseverancia. Ser amable, mantener buena energia y construir una comunidad respetuosa es una parte esencial de lo que hago.? Tardes libres y crecimientoDespues del trabajo me gusta salir a caminar o hacer ejercicio en casa. La independencia tambien me ha ensenado a cuidar mi salud mental: cuando pasas mucho tiempo solo, es importante reconectar con el mundo real.A veces leo, otras veces aprendo cosas nuevas. Ultimamente estoy haciendo un curso de marketing digital, porque quiero crear mi propia marca personal y tener mas control sobre mi futuro.? Reflexiones nocturnasPor la noche suelo escribir, como ahora.A veces me asusta pensar que la gente pueda juzgar lo que hago, pero tambien me enorgullece saber que a mis 18 anos pago mi renta, mi comida y mis metas con mi propio esfuerzo.Ser independiente no se trata solo de dinero, sino de aprender a escucharte a ti mismo, a cuidarte y a confiar en ti mismo.Cada dia que pasa me doy cuenta de que ser "mi propio jefe" es una enorme responsabilidad, pero tambien una preciosa libertad.

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I had a super tiring shift, at many times I felt a little tired but the truth is I would have liked to be able to share it with you, to have had a more pleasant night with you.Even though today is another night and I know that beautiful people will come to make my shift a better one.

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My dear ones, how are you today? I was passing by here to wish you a nice day and also send you a huge kiss. I’ll be waiting for you in my broadcasts so we can enjoy it together. Love, with affection, Pamela.

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I’ve been busy all day doing home stuff jaja now I’m in my comfy shorts and little black top, just chilling and feeling playful.I’ll be online at 11:30 PM, come keep me company and let’s relax together a bit

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I’m new here! I’m still getting used to myself and to streaming, so I’m shy, but every day it becomes easier for me to do something new. I like walking, nature, communicating with various interesting people, fascinating conversations, I like to draw and dance.I will be glad if you enjoy my stream and you will spend time with me.

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