Anthony Edwards said in a recent interview that he... signed a $260 million contract and still won the child support battle. He said women should work for their own money instead of being gold diggers. 🗣️ Anthony Edwards: "My baby mama thought asking for $5,000 a month in child support would keep me tied down, but I had other plans. Before the court even made a decision, I stepped up and paid $110,000 out of my own pocket, starting with $20,000 in January 2025 and then sending $5,000 every month after that. When the judge reviewed everything, the official child support was set at $3,222 per month—less than what I'd already been paying voluntarily. I signed a five-year deal worth up to $260 million, but I wasn't running from my responsibilities. I handled my business from day one, and in the end, the court ruled in my favor."show more

#JANHAE #JANIVERSE 🦊: the thing i regret the most... in life would probably be i chose to believe my friends more than myself, because i wasn’t confident in my own thoughts. but if you ask, the path my friends chose for me was a good path and the one i should take, but the outcome of that decision wasn’t what i wanted. if i was going to do something, it’d be better that i made the decision myself. at least if i ended up regretting it, it would still have come from the fact that i trusted myselfshow more

Anthony Edwards when asked if he had a message... for the Minnesota community... "I just love Minnesota, all the love and support that they show me. So I'm behind whatever they with. I don't really have social media, so I'm not in tune with everything. But I've heard about the stuff that's going on. Me and my family definitely praying for everybody."show more

Football legend Ronaldinho has reportedly opened up about his... difficult time in prison, revealing that he lost much of his wealth during his divorce and that Lionel Messi helped him through the ordeal. He reportedly said: “While I was arrested in Paraguay, I needed $5 million for bail, but I had already lost most of my assets during my divorce and was mentally broken. I looked everywhere for help, but nobody came through. Then Leo Messi stepped in. It was supposed to be a loan, but he later told me he was helping out of kindness and expected nothing in return. That’s why I’ll always support Messi. I may be Brazilian, but he’s truly a kind person.”show more

Mary J. Blige says in a recent interview that... she was ordered to pay her cheating ex-husband $30,000 a month in spousal support, after he had allegedly drained her bank accounts during their marriage. 💔 🗣️Mary J. Blige: “My divorce from Kendu Isaacs came with a tremendous financial burden. He initially sought more than $129,000 a month, arguing that he needed that amount to maintain the lifestyle we had during our marriage. The court ultimately awarded him $30,000 per month, along with more than $200,000 in legal fees and other costs. For me, the financial strain was overwhelming. I had to keep working, recording music, and touring while dealing with the enormous expenses that came with the divorce. Imagine working nonstop for years to build your career and your fortune, only to find yourself having to keep touring just to meet a $30,000 monthly obligation to your ex.show more

The Story of Wesam Mekdad “I am a Palestinian... from #Gaza. I fled my homeland in search of safety and the opportunity to work so that I could send money back to my family, who are surviving under the horrors of war. The road was grueling and full of obstacles. First, I went to Egypt, where I waited a full year just to secure a Turkish visa. From Turkey, I attempted to cross into Greece. I failed twice, enduring imprisonment both times. It was only on my third attempt that I finally reached Greek soil. Once there, I was placed in a refugee camp for a year, waiting for a residence permit. But the moment I finally received it, my life was shattered again: I was unjustly imprisoned for four years. My trial was a sham, and it became deeply clear to me that refugees are not treated equally under the law there. Eventually, I was released. Seeking a fresh start, I traveled to Berlin, where I met my wife and we were married. Together, we moved to the Netherlands to apply for asylum. I truly believed that the Netherlands, as a nation built on human rights, would understand our plight. Because I am an innocent man and had absolutely nothing to hide, I was entirely honest with the authorities. I openly told them about my imprisonment in Greece. Tragically, my honesty was weaponized against me. We were shuttled endlessly between different reception centers. During this time, my wife became pregnant. We held onto the hope that the authorities would show compassion for our situation and for our unborn child. Instead, the hammer fell: we received a negative decision. My asylum application was rejected. I was handed a deportation order to Egypt and a two-year entry ban from Europe. My wife’s application was also rejected; she was ordered back to Germany. They told us coldheartedly that even if our child were born on Dutch soil, it would change nothing. The fact that my family in Gaza is trapped in an active war zone seemed to mean absolutely nothing to them. Desperate to prove who we are, I went to the Palestinian Embassy in the Netherlands and obtained official documents confirming my Palestinian nationality and the identity of my family in Gaza. I handed these papers to the authorities. Yet, it feels as though we are screaming into a void. No one is listening. Is this fair? Why is this happening when all I ever wanted was to build a stable, quiet life for myself, my wife, and our daughter? Why am I being condemned for a prison sentence I served unjustly in Greece? I had hoped the Dutch authorities would help me prove my innocence, but instead, they simply wronged me again. Where are human rights? Where are the rights of a child? Where are the rights of a woman? I have lodged an appeal and am now awaiting the judge’s decision. In the meantime, the stress, anxiety, and suffocating uncertainty mount every single day. I am constantly terrified of what tomorrow will bring. I have been stripped of my right to work and my freedom of movement is heavily restricted. Then, the breaking point came. One day, I received devastating news. In a flash of pure despair, unable to contain the agony inside me, I smashed a television and damaged the door. It was inside my own room—not someone else's. I harmed no one. The center staff called the police. They knew my wife was nine months pregnant. When the officers arrived, I told them myself. My wife looked them in the eyes and told them that I would go with them voluntarily and respectfully. I had not used violence against a single soul. I remained calm because I believed I would simply give a statement at the station and return to her. Yet, they treated us as if we were dangerous. They treated a heavily pregnant woman as a threat. This is my story. I feel that my wife, my daughter, my family in Gaza, and I have been deeply, profoundly wronged by the system. But I still believe that eventually, the truth will come to light. Justice cannot remain hidden forever.” Baby Reem born premature (5 days after the attack)show more

Today I have to reach another city for an... important work. Nearby petrol pumps had no petrol due to the ongoing #TruckDriversProtest so I was a bit tensed as to how I would reach my destination. I decided to wake up at 04:00 AM and reach the highway to take lift. Suddenly a truck stopped and driver offered me lift. He told me that he is from Rajasthan and he is going to return this truck to the owner. He told that today this is his last ride and from tomorrow he will do some other work. I asked, why? For which he replied it’s because of BJP, BjP has made laws in which we have to pay 10 lakhs and 10 year imprisonment if my truck meets with any accident. He told that he earns only 15k per month and doesn’t have his own house, he can’t pay this much. He started crying, I gave him some money when I reached the destination for the ride, that he denied And when I was getting down from the truck he said with tears, Babu ji don’t vote for bjp if you care for poor people in Bharat . I promised and left his truck with tears in my eyes 💔show more

Many people laugh at me, but that’s ok. This... is my next $ million-dollar business in the making. Soon, I’ll have a fleet of Teslas, working for me 24/7, generating $ for me while I sleep. In every major city, I probably won’t even need my own car anymore bc I’ll just haul a ride from my own fleet. That’s the future I see. And when it happens, they’ll again say I was lucky.show more

🧸 The first money I ever made was actually... from royalties for "Maze in the Mirror" since I wrote the song!! 🧸 I got that even before our group payments came in! 🧸 So I sent half to my parents and used the rest myself!! I had to keep up my ranking in a game!!show more

I used to own a company that went bankrupt... a year ago. At the time, it felt like everything was collapsing because of a series of wrong decisions—decisions that, looking back now, turned out to be blessings in disguise. During that time, I was hustling every single day just to cover rent and put food on the table. In the middle of all that chaos, I was learning how to trade. Deep down, I already knew I wanted to trade more than I wanted to save the company… but I still gave everything I had trying to keep it alive. After multiple deposits and plenty of setbacks, I finally became profitable on my last one (January 2025). At one point I was down to 0.28 SOL. I even wrote down: “I will turn 0.28 into 100.” That was my first real goal—about 25K at the time. I’ve never been the type to post PnLs, but I took a lot of inspiration and motivation from others. Might as well share my journey too. (And engagement farm) I genuinely believe everything happens for a reason—and God wouldn’t place a dream in your mind if you weren’t meant to achieve it. Eternally grateful to be able to have days like this.show more

A year and a half after the fire and... this is the total of all the framing that has gone up in all of Malibu. Remember what I said was going to happen from my hotel room the day after the fireshow more

This has got to be one of the BEST... stories in sports card history, and it happened to me this morning. Warning: this story involved a $35,800 transaction, a German wedding, and Lamine Yamal This morning, I woke up and saw a Lamine Yamal /10 Base Prizms Gold NFT for sale on the #PaniniBlockchain for $35,800. I felt that the price was fair and I purchased at 5am. Seconds later, I get a dm from the anonymous seller on Instagram. “Hey this is Brian”. A German guy, few followers. What I learned next is nothing short of f*cking legendary. I’ll let him tell the story from here, and I’ll accompany the epic tale with photo and video proof. Sit down, and buckle up. “Two days before my wedding, the four of us—my best man, my wife, my cousin, and I—went out and bought a few Panini packs together. Just for fun, we agreed that each of us would keep one pack sealed and save it for the wedding day. The plan was to open them together after the ceremony and see what we got. What made it even more special was that my best man had never opened a trading card pack in his life. It was also my wife's first real experience with the hobby. My cousin and I had opened cards before, but none of us expected anything crazy. Our friend from Prime Collectors was there as well. Since he creates card content, he had his camera rolling the entire time, so every reaction you see in the video is completely genuine. After the ceremony, we all sat down and started opening our packs. My best man went first—nothing special. Then my wife opened hers—a few nice cards, but nothing huge. My cousin was next, and again, nothing out of the ordinary. Then it was my turn. I started going through the cards one by one until I saw a flash of gold. The moment I saw it, I knew it could be something big. When I turned the card over, it was a Lamine Yamal Panini NFT numbered 8/10. For a few seconds, nobody said a word. Then everyone completely lost it. You can hear in the video the exact moment everyone realizes what had just been pulled. Even Prime Collectors, who has seen countless incredible pulls, couldn't believe he had just captured that moment on camera. but honestly, the value wasn't the most important part. What made it unforgettable was that it happened on my wedding day, from the one pack I had intentionally saved two days earlier. It's also important to mention that the wedding was already fully paid for, so this wasn't a story about "paying for the wedding" with the card. It was simply an unbelievable coincidence and one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments that you could never plan. Looking back, I honestly don't think I'll ever experience another moment quite like it. On the same day that I married the love of my life, I also pulled one of the biggest cards I've ever held in my hands. That's what makes this story so special.” Panini Americashow more

my dad retired at 59. I’ll still be working... at 59. He had a pension. I have a 401k I fund when I can afford to. He bought his house at 28. I’m 31 staring at a down payment I can’t touch. He paid $90 a month for health insurance. I pay $430 for a plan that still left me with a $3,200 bill last year. Last Sunday he looked across the dinner table and said: “You just need to be smarter with money son.” I smiled. Didn’t mention the economy he thrived in doesn’t exist anymore. Didn’t mention I’m funding his Social Security while mine gets gutted. Didn’t mention the ladder he climbed got pulled up the second he reached the top. Didn’t mention I followed his exact blueprint and ended up somewhere completely different. Just said “I know dad.” Cut my chicken. And stared at a plate I was grateful for while quietly doing math in my head about next month’s rent.show more

I never thought I would ever say this, but... I have truly lost all my confidence today. A part of me still believes in my work and knows the value of what I have built here over the past five years. At the same time, I just feel faded. The people I associated with closely haven't supported me, and the majority of my collector base has left the space. I still took it on the chin and continued to show up because I blindly believed in what I do and I know what it has done for me. I never had a Plan B. There was never a backup plan, and that is exactly why I even got here in the first place. I was good for nothing but art, and that is the reason I have always said that art saved my life. But lately, it feels like it is the very thing that is going to kill me. I really don't know how I feel about everything anymore. I just don't know. But I am not going anywhere. This is my home, so I still gonna continue to show up! I just needed to get this off my chest.show more

Back at my mom’s house I was sitting in... the living room playing video games in my my underwear, I was around 12 years old and ever body was working until about 5pm so I still had a few hours before anybody was there. I usually kept the doors locked but the front door wasn’t locked, I just didn’t know that yet. I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and a drink. I didn’t know that a family of three people just walked into the house. I came back holding a bag of chips and a drink and I saw two people standing there and another one just sitting on the couch like they were supposed to be there. My 12 year old brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening and I ran out of the house and to the neighbors house. I finally calmed down and told her what was happening, she grabbed her husband and went over there, I’m surprised they didn’t call the police first. The people in the house told the neighbor that they were friends of my dad and they were visiting from Pittsburgh. My neighbor called my dad at the restaurant and confirmed he knew them. He ended up leaving the restaurant and coming back early. His friends confused what days he was off from work and decided to come by and visit unannounced. He also told them it wasn’t a good idea to just walk in and that even though they were friends they should always knock on the door. I had never met these people before so I thought it was some kind of home invasion, it scared me. But from that point on I always made sure the doors were locked and that I was dressed decently just in case of unexpected visitors.show more

BREAKING: President Joe Biden has pardoned his son Hunter... Biden. The development comes after the Biden administration promised the public that he would *not* consider pardoning his own son. Biden now says "enough is enough." Official statement from Biden: Today, I signed a pardon for my son Hunter. From the day I took office, I said I would not interfere with the Justice Department's decision-making, and I kept my word even as I have watched my son being selectively, and unfairly, prosecuted. Without aggravating factors like use in a crime, multiple purchases, or buying a weapon as a straw purchaser, people are almost never brought to trial on felony charges solely for how they filled out a gun form. Those who were late paying their taxes because of serious addictions, but paid them back subsequently with interest and penalties, are typically given non-criminal resolutions. It is clear that Hunter was treated differently. The charges in his cases came about only after several of my political opponents in Congress instigated them to attack me and oppose my election. Then, a carefully negotiated plea deal, agreed to by the Department of Justice, unraveled in the courtroom - with a number of my political opponents in Congress taking credit for bringing political pressure on the process. Had the plea deal held, it would have been a fair, reasonable resolution of Hunter's cases. No reasonable person who looks at the facts of Hunter's cases can reach any other conclusion than Hunter was singled out only because he is my son - and that is wrong. There has been an effort to break Hunter - who has been five and a half years sober, even in the face of unrelenting attacks and selective prosecution. In trying to break Hunter, they've tried to break me - and there's no reason to believe it will stop here. Enough is enough. For my entire career I have followed a simple principle: just tell the American people the truth. They'll be fair-minded. Here's the truth: I believe in the justice system, but as I have wrestled with this, I also believe raw politics has infected this process and it led to a miscarriage of justice - and once I made this decision this weekend, there was no sense in delaying it further. I hope Americans will understand why a father and a President would come to this decision.show more

🚨 3 days of silence… and the reason is... painful to share. 💔 I was away for 3 days because I was in the hospital by my child’s side. I was living through the most frightening moments of my life. After the tests, we discovered that my child has a bacterial infection in the blood and urgently needs treatment. During those days, I could think of nothing but my child… Will they get better? Will I be able to provide the treatment they need? 😢 I now need €300 to provide my child with the necessary treatment. As a father, I feel helpless when I see my child sick and I don’t have enough to afford the medicine. 🙏 I beg you from the bottom of my heart, if you can help me with a donation, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us. And if you cannot donate, please don’t ignore me… please share my post. Your share may reach someone who can help save my child. I’m not asking for anything for myself… I’m simply trying to save my child. 💔show more

This is the account given by the woman featured... in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.show more

My mother adopted me after I was abandoned on... her doorstep—25 years later, after I had become successful, my biological mother appeared out of nowhere. When my mom was young, she had a serious accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors told her she would never walk again and that she would never be able to have children. Then, twenty-five years ago, she heard a baby crying outside her front door. When she opened it, she found a newborn baby girl lying there. That baby was me. There was nothing but a baby carrier and a handwritten note saying I had been abandoned. My mother didn't hesitate for long. She adopted me immediately, even though everyone around her tried to stop her. A single woman, permanently in a wheelchair—no one believed she could raise a child on her own. But she proved everyone wrong. My mother was there for me every step of the way. It was always just the two of us. She came to every school performance, took me to dance classes, and cried when I graduated from college. She is my entire world 🙏show more