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In Which we return to SimCity 2013, victim of blind spots...

Good afternoon, my friend, reader of this post! Happy Tuesday, how are you? How have the first week of 2025 treated you? An auspicious start, so I hope! As for me, I am okay... at moments, because I have been trying some different things on my games and computer, I feel in the dark, walking in circles with no purporse and so I become frustrated. The hobby has also caused me to be less mentally available for drawing or writing, at least over the past few days, which is also a source for dismay. In retrospect, though, it's not all bad. I think my first drawing of 2025, the cherry tree, tradition since 2022, looked quite charming, and I trust I will do some more at some point real soon, there is no reason for any stress I'd say, even if I stress all the same. The year caused me to become surprised with its walking, because on a chain of events that started with SimCity 4, released 2003, I ended up returning to the infamous title SimCity 2013, famous for ending SimCity as a franchi...
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Joey and the Barbershop Incident, Part 1

Hello everyone! So I just finished, on Microsoft Word, my new Story, Joey and the barbershop incident, featuring Joey, again, and my friend Bjarke, as Bjarksen. I will post the whole story today, I hope you may not dislike it, let us see how it goes! Later on, hopefully this month even, I will comment on the story and hopefully things will be fine. Well, here's part 1.



Joey needed a haircut, and to have his beard shaved, that was a fact, one that he could not fight against, he saw his image in the mirror, his puffy hair and puffy beard, made him resemble Commodus, ancient Caesar of Rome. This was not a wonderful view, as this was the same who brought ruin to a weakened empire. Weeks and weeks have passed, even months, and even if this fact was present, he postponed it. No longer. Picking up his goggles, proper hat and driving his steam carriage, he went to have his life fixed.
It was something meaningful, a new era for him, one where the suffering of the past would be forgotten. Arriving at the barbershop, he patiently waited his time to be treated. Fortunately not many people had the same issues or ideas as he had that day, so the awaiting line was short and swift, one of the barbers called his name, he went to his special chair, seems right, seems regular, trivial. The man is an artist of his trade, reducing Joey’s hair only in size, taking off its volume. The beard was next, of course this was a delicate part. With the appropriate material, the hairdresser got a hot towel and applied into Joey’s face, and his eyes were closed.
The man did his job as Joey thought what series of events had led to that moment, fights and words of violence, depression and fear of the future, tiredness. Something slipped through his fingers, but now he was grabbing everything back, starting from his hairstyle.
His face was then uncovered, and the barber did his job, silently and diligently. When he finally opened his eyes again, though, there was something wrong. 

Part 2 of the story is found here.
Part 3 is found HERE!
Part 4 is found hereeee
I ADVISE YOU TO KEEP THIS TAB OPENED AND GO CLICKING ON THE TABLE OF CONTENTS HERE PUT, FOR A FASTER READING.
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