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a little mesh edit of that one hair from that one update a while back.

all lods + hat chops, but they’re a little scruffy.

comes in both ea’s standard colours and @qwertysims‘ modmax palette. ime only one file will work in ur game at once, so choose wisely. 😈

bgc.

pls don’t repost this to other sites fangkz.

And here are some of the links they provided:

https://www.supportlrc.app/

https://www.gofundme.com/f/prevent-suicides-due-to-poverty-and-unemployment

https://www.gofundme.com/f/medical-relief-to-lebanon

https://www.gofundme.com/f/hope-for-lebanon

https://www.gofundme.com/f/lebanonneedsorg

http://www.caritas.org.lb/get_involved/donate

https://beitelbaraka.net/donation/pay/

https://gogetfunding.com/beirut-emergency-relief/

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/lebanon-relief

https://www.givingloop.org/offrejoie

https://www.gofundme.com/f/beirut-explosion-emergency-disaster-relief

I hope this can reach a wider audience to report!

cropped the url so the icon doesn’t show up or spread but the url is still the exact same title of the blog, all lowercase, no hyphens.

fifty paces from the river, by the bench that never was strung above the crusted graveyard (but below the rest of us) there’s a Shadow, dripping darkness, faded into disregard foraged shimmer on the tarmac, oil spills outside the Yard (the people there are meant to care, it’s what they’re paid to do but the Shadow knows them better, and there’s no hope there for you) the spikes that curb the vermin are the city’s only bed and the bench that once was refuge is reserved for those undead the Shadow is transparency, a number on a chart that’s read by so-called ‘saviours’ of their own possessive heart (the people there are meant to care, they volunteered for this but the Shadow knows them better, and they’ll only save the missed) if he’s ever seen, the Shadow knows that in a day or two the batons come a'beating; he moves on to places new where maybe there’s observance, or someone with what he needs who’ll fix up his next meal with ten percent of all proceeds (the one up there was meant to care, so why is he long gone the Shadow knows it better -  the believers got it wrong) fifty paces from a safe house, fifty paces from the road empty pockets, empty promises he struggles to decode painted lines on empty pavements tell him where he cannot go written words on printed paper tell him why they Love Him So and perhaps one day he’ll feel it, if they pull him from the snow with his rucksack tangled 'round him, just another poor John Doe who forgot to call his missus, or perhaps the local home or stayed out too long in darkness, drank too much for him to know and the alcohol that doesn’t flow beneath his blackened eye will dry up slightly slower than the tears they never cry for if they shed a drop, become complacent in the Lie they’ll type a single page on why they left a man to die

World Monuments Fund: https://www.wmf.org/get-involved

Archaeological Institute of America: https://www.archaeological.org/giving

Friends of Herculaneum Society: http://www.herculaneum.ox.ac.uk/