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Help Us Find Missing Notary Heather Beck: Urgent Request for Her Notary Journal!

🚨 Help Us Find Missing Notary Heather Beck! 🚨 Hello, friends, family, and fans! I need your urgent help to locate a notary public named Heather Beck.

Why this matters: Heather Beck was the notary involved in an important transaction, and I need a copy of her notary journal entry for that transaction. Under California law, notaries are required to either:

1️⃣ Provide a copy of their journal entry upon request.

2️⃣ Submit their journal to the state or local recorder’s office if their commission expires and they do not renew it.

Unfortunately, as of December 2024, Heather Beck has NOT renewed her notary commission (which expired on July 8, 2022) and has NOT turned in her notary journal, as required by law.

Who is Heather Beck? At the time of her notary services, she worked at The UPS Store, located at:

📍 Marketplace at El Paseo 6569 N. Riverside Dr., Suite 102, Fresno, CA 93722

☎️ Phone: (559) 275-4800

The California Secretary of State shows her commission details as follows:

• Start Date: July 9, 2018

• Expiration Date: July 8, 2022

• Status at Expiration: Qualified

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🛑 Heather Beck, if you’re watching this: Please do the right thing and turn in your notary journal to the appropriate authorities in California, as required by law.

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Help Us Find Missing Notary Heather Beck: Urgent Request for Her Notary Journal!

How to Write a Doggone Good Book All By Yourself!

As The Tech Turns – Dlon Tusk and the New World Order - As The Tech Turns – Dlon Tusk and the New World Order - The Political-Tech Thriller of 2025 ~ New Episode!The Political-Tech Thriller of 2025 ~ New Episode!

Come with me into the fictional world of Dlon Tusk and his exciting adventures!

This is a work of fiction. Some names have been changed to protect the innocent. Oh, heck who am I fooling they are simply the damaged , the confused, the power hungry political players of the New Year.

Now on to our story.

Picture it!

Exploring Tusk’s internal conflict, Mikhailov’s schemes, and Warren’s discovery of the conspiracy.

Tusk's Internal Conflict: A Crossroads of Ethics and Power

Setting: Later that night, Tusk is alone in his penthouse suite, sitting in near-darkness. On the desk before him are the plans for CIPHER. The room is filled with a low hum from his personal AI assistant, which projects holographic displays of CIPHER’s potential. The numbers and projections are tantalizing—world-changing. *

The Plot Thickens!

"CIPHER projects a 72% reduction in global financial inefficiencies within five years. Estimated profits for participating entities: $1.3 trillion annually." Tusk rubs his temples, visibly torn. He’s a man who prides himself on innovation, on being a visionary who transcends boundaries—but this feels different. He whispers to himself.

Tusk:

"This isn’t innovation. This is control." He stares out the window at the city below, thinking of the millions of lives that would be affected. Images flash through his mind: the small business owners crushed under deregulated corporations, the average citizens left unprotected. But then, there’s the other side: the lure of CIPHER’s efficiency and the legacy it promises him. Tusk picks up his phone, his finger hovering over a contact labeled "V. Mikhailov." But he hesitates.

Warren Uncovers the Conspiracy

Setting: Meanwhile, Senator Warren is burning the midnight oil in her Senate office. She’s surrounded by stacks of documents, news clippings, and memos. Beside her sits Maya Alvarez, the grassroots activist and former CFPB employee, who has been helping her dig into the DOGE initiative.*

Maya: (pointing to a document)

"Here—this memo mentions a private meeting between Tusk and... Viktor Mikhailov. That’s not just any name. Mikhailov owns a string of offshore tech companies flagged for suspicious financial activity. If he’s involved in DOGE, this isn’t about efficiency—it’s about taking over."

Warren: (leaning forward, eyes narrowing) "And if Mikhailov’s pulling the strings, that means DOGE is just the tip of the iceberg. Tusk is the face, but this is about global financial control. We need evidence—something that ties them directly to this CIPHER system." Maya types furiously on her laptop, hacking into public financial records and encrypted CFPB databases. After tense minutes of searching, she finds something: a private contract between one of Tusk’s companies and a shell corporation traced back to Mikhailov.

Maya:

"Here it is. Payments funneled from Mikhailov’s offshore accounts into Tusk’s AI development fund. This isn’t just funding—it’s a partnership."

Warren: (grabbing her phone)

"We’re taking this public. But first, I need to confront Tusk directly. If there’s even a sliver of conscience left in him, he’ll know this isn’t just politics—it’s treason."

The Meeting Scene:

Tense Confrontation: Warren and Tusk Meet

Setting: A shadowy parking garage, late at night. Tusk has agreed to meet Warren in secret after receiving her cryptic message. He arrives in a sleek, self-driving car, stepping out to face Warren, who is waiting under a dimly flickering light.*

Warren: (holding up a folder filled with damning documents) "Dlon, I didn’t think you’d stoop this low. This isn’t about innovation anymore—it’s about control. And you’re letting Mikhailov use you as his puppet."

Tusk: (calm, but defensive) "You don’t understand what’s at stake, Senator. CIPHER isn’t about control—it’s about creating a system that works, a system that isn’t bogged down by politics and corruption. The world needs this."

Warren: (stepping closer, voice rising) "What the world needs is protection from people like Mikhailov. Do you really think he cares about efficiency? He’ll use this to manipulate economies, to crush anyone who stands in his way. And you’ll be remembered as the man who handed him the keys!"

Tusk hesitates, her words clearly cutting through his defenses. For a moment, he looks conflicted.

Warren: (pressing on)

"You built your career on innovation and trust. But if you go through with this, you’ll lose both. Do the right thing, Dlon. Expose Mikhailov, shut down DOGE, and show the world you’re not his pawn."

Tusk turns away, staring into the distance. His voice is quiet when he finally responds.

Tusk:

"If I walk away, they’ll destroy me. My companies, my vision—everything. Do you have any idea what Mikhailov is capable of?"

Warren: (fierce)

"Then fight back. I’ll stand with you. The American people will stand with you. But if you stay silent, you’re no better than him."

Tusk doesn’t respond. He simply gets back into his car and drives away, leaving Warren standing alone in the dim light.

Next Scene!

The Fallout: Warren Prepares for War

Setting: Warren’s office, the next morning. Maya is on the phone with journalists, while Warren holds a press conference to unveil the evidence against DOGE and CIPHER. The headlines dominate the news: “SENATOR WARREN EXPOSES GLOBAL FINANCIAL CONSPIRACY.” Protests erupt across the country.* Mikhailov, watching the news from a lavish Moscow estate, smirks. He picks up a phone and dials.

Mikhailov: (in Russian)

"It seems Mr. Tusk has outlived his usefulness. Let’s remind him what happens to those who betray us."

Tusk’s Decision: Redemption or Ruin

Tusk is faced with the ultimate choice: expose Mikhailov and risk his empire—or double down and secure his legacy as the architect of a new world order. As he wrestles with his conscience, he receives an ominous package at his office—a single chess piece: a pawn.

Next Up! Here’s the continuation with Tusk’s downfall, redemption arc, and ultimate decision to undo the harm he caused, culminating in a dramatic showdown:

The Fallout: Tusk’s Decline

Setting: Weeks have passed since Senator Warren’s press conference and the exposure of the DOGE-CIPHER conspiracy. Tusk has gone from tech hero to public enemy in the eyes of many. His companies—once the gold standard of innovation—are crumbling under public backlash.*

• Stock Markets Plunge: Shares of Tusk’s companies (electric cars, batteries, and solar panels) plummet. Customers cancel orders in droves. Viral videos flood social media with hashtags like #BoycottTusk and #NoToDOGE. Factories grind to a halt as revenue dries up.

• Protests Outside Tusk’s Offices: Protesters hold signs reading, “Dlon Sold Us Out!” and “Protect the CFPB!” The same public that once admired him now views him as a symbol of corporate greed.

• Personal Isolation: Tusk is alone in his mansion, watching the news in silence. His face is pale, his usually confident demeanor shaken. Every channel shows people rallying against his companies and what they represent.

Tusk stands in his empty office, staring at a wall of awards and photos of past achievements. His voice is low and bitter as he speaks to himself.

Tusk:

"I thought I was building the future... but all I did was destroy trust. What have I done?"

Tusk’s Epiphany: A Meeting with Warren

Setting: In a desperate move, Tusk reaches out to Senator Warren, requesting a private meeting. They meet in a modest, quiet coffee shop far from the media frenzy. Tusk looks visibly different—unshaven, tired, and humbled.*

Warren: (studying him carefully)

"I didn’t think I’d see the day you’d ask for my help, Dlon."

Tusk: (sincerely, voice breaking slightly) "I made a mistake. I let ambition blind me. I thought I was building something greater, something that would change the world... but all I did was hurt people. I see it now." Warren softens slightly but remains skeptical.

Warren:

"It’s not enough to admit you were wrong. You have to fix what you’ve broken. The American people need action, not words. You’re the only one who can expose the full truth about Mikhailov and stop this before it’s too late."

Tusk: (nodding slowly) "I’ll do it. I’ll testify. I’ll give you everything—documents, emails, contracts. But... I need your help to protect my employees. My companies. They don’t deserve to go down with me."

Warren: (after a moment of thought) "If you’re willing to put everything on the line to make this right, I’ll fight for you. But don’t expect forgiveness overnight." Tusk nods solemnly. For the first time, he looks determined—not for himself, but to undo the damage he caused.

Next Scene!

The Showdown: Tusk Testifies

Setting: A nationally televised Senate hearing. The room is packed with reporters, activists, and lawmakers. Tusk sits alone at the witness table, flanked by lawyers. Senator Warren leads the questioning.*

Warren: (calm but firm) "Mr. Tusk, you were at the center of this conspiracy. Tell us, in your own words, how the Department of Government Efficiency was designed to dismantle not just the CFPB but global financial protections."

Tusk: (pausing before speaking, visibly remorseful) "The DOGE initiative was never about efficiency. It was about control. Viktor Mikhailov funded CIPHER to replace government oversight with a private system—one that he could manipulate. And I... I let it happen. I justified it as innovation, but it was greed. And I take full responsibility." Gasps ripple through the room. Warren presses further.

Warren:

"And what was Mikhailov’s ultimate goal?"

Tusk:

"Global economic leverage. By dismantling regulatory agencies like the CFPB, he could destabilize economies, manipulate markets, and consolidate power. I saw the warning signs, but I ignored them because I was too focused on my own ambitions. And for that, I’m sorry."

The Redemption Arc

Tusk’s testimony becomes the turning point in the fight against DOGE. His public confession inspires lawmakers to block the initiative and preserve the CFPB. Warren uses the momentum to push for even stronger consumer protections, naming the movement “The People’s Shield.”

Grassroots Response: The public, though initially skeptical, begins to soften toward Tusk as he works tirelessly to repair the damage. He personally funds efforts to restore consumer protections and pledges to donate a portion of his wealth to grassroots organizations like Maya Alvarez’s consumer rights group.

Final Confrontation with Mikhailov:

Setting: A remote boardroom in Geneva, Switzerland. Tusk confronts Viktor Mikhailov, who is furious over the betrayal.*

Mikhailov: (cold and venomous) "You think this is over, Mr. Tusk? You think your little confession will stop me?"

Tusk: (calm, resolute) "No. But I’ve cut off your funding, exposed your network, and turned the world against you. Your days of hiding in the shadows are over." Mikhailov glares at Tusk, but the room fills with the sound of approaching footsteps—international authorities arriving to arrest him. As Mikhailov is led away, Tusk watches silently, a mixture of relief and lingering guilt on his face.

Ending: A New Chapter for Tusk

Setting: A press conference outside one of Tusk’s solar factories. He stands before reporters, addressing the public.*

Tusk:

"I lost my way, but I’ve found my purpose again. Innovation isn’t just about technology—it’s about trust, fairness, and building a future that benefits everyone. From now on, that’s the future I’ll work for." The crowd reacts with cautious applause. Behind the scenes, Warren watches the broadcast, nodding slightly. She doesn’t fully trust Tusk yet, but she sees that he’s taking real steps toward redemption.

Stay Tuned Dear Readers! More is to come in As The World of Dlon Tusk Turns! The Political-Tech Thriller of 2025!

Book III: Lovers, Players & The Seducer: The Betrayal of Nicholas La Cour! * READ OUT LOUD* Chapter 1-3 Listen Here!

ALL 4 BOOKS OF THE SERIES, INCLUDING THE GRAND HOTEL: BOOK IV OF LOVERS, PLAYERS & THE SEDUCER, ARE IN THE WORKS FOR RELEASE IN 2025!

Beginning: The Grand Hotel

Step into the world of Louis and Pearl La Cour, the enigmatic founders of The Grand Hotel, where luxury masks a web of secrets and deceit. As their children, Nicholas and Lacey, grow up in this gilded cage, they begin to navigate a world steeped in wealth, temptation, and betrayal. But behind the opulent façade, ambition festers, trust crumbles, and the family’s darkest shadows are revealed.

Book I: Lovers, Players & The Seducer

Nicholas and Lacey La Cour have left their childhood innocence behind, transforming into cunning players in a ruthless game of power and seduction. Sibling rivalry takes a dangerous turn as the two clash over control, leaving a trail of heartbreak, forbidden affairs, and shattered alliances in their wake. Greed and lust collide as the stakes grow higher—and deadlier. The La Cour siblings are willing to risk everything to protect their desires… even if it means destroying one another.

Book II: Lovers, Players & The Seducer: The Revenge

The storm has passed, but its wreckage remains. Nicholas La Cour once played a perilous game of manipulation, dragging childhood friends Kienan Egan and Quinn Rolandis—and even his sister, Lacey—into his schemes. Lust and ambition consumed them all, leaving scars that refuse to heal. As the dust settles, not everyone has survived unscathed… and two fiery lovers find themselves clinging to each other in the aftermath of betrayal and greed.

Book III: Lovers, Players & The Seducer: The Betrayal of Nicholas La Cour

Nicholas La Cour’s empire crumbles when his business partner, Dante Channing, frames him for securities fraud, landing him in prison. Fueled by a relentless desire for revenge, Nicholas schemes to destroy the man who betrayed him. Meanwhile, Maëlle Moulard, who has harbored feelings for Nicholas since high school, is torn between heartbreak and desire. Years ago, he shattered her by jilting her at the altar, but their wounds—and passions—refuse to stay buried. In this gripping installment, old betrayals resurface, threatening to dismantle the La Cour dynasty once and for all. As shifting alliances and explosive secrets come to light, the family must confront their darkest truths. With legacies on the line and love hanging by a thread, who will rise from the ashes—and who will be consumed by them?

________________________________________ Conclusion

The Lovers, Players & The Seducer series is a sizzling blend of drama, intrigue, and forbidden romance. Each book delves deeper into the glamorous yet treacherous lives of the La Cour family, peeling back layers of ambition, betrayal, and passion. Perfect for fans of high-stakes drama and tantalizing twists, this series will captivate you from the first page to the very last.

Get ready to immerse yourself in a world where loyalty is fragile, love is dangerous, and no one escapes unscathed. Start your journey with The Grand Hotel today—and see how far the La Cour family will go when everything is at stake.

The Deceivers Secret - The Deceiver's Fall! Book II Reading ~ Chapters 1-3 Read Out Loud

The Deceiver Secret: Book II - The Deceiver’s Fall!

LISTEN TO Chapters 1 thru Chapter 3 Here! Book Coming January 2025!

The stakes have never been higher for Eve Lafoy. After narrowly escaping a chilling abduction, she’s thrust into a darker world of hidden betrayals and dangerous secrets.

This time, she refuses to be the victim—she’s ready to take on those who deceived her. Hawke Deville, carrying secrets of his own, is the only one Eve dares to trust.

Yet his loyalty isn’t without its own complexities. With a powerful attraction between them, they must navigate a web of lies, as one wrong move could shatter everything they’re fighting for.

In this thrilling sequel, Eve and Hawke are drawn into a ruthless conspiracy that challenges their trust, passion, and survival. With enemies circling, they’ll need every ounce of courage to unveil the truth before it’s too late.

The Deceiver’s Fall is a heart-pounding tale packed with suspense, electrifying twists, and a fierce romance that will grip readers until the final, unforgettable page.

Watch the preview here!

The Soul of Thanksgiving: Cornbread Dressing and Its Rich Legacy!

There’s a magic that happens in the kitchen on Thanksgiving morning, a symphony of flavors that takes us back to the essence of home, heritage, and history. At the heart of this feast for many Southern families—especially in Black households—lies a dish so treasured it feels almost sacred: cornbread dressing. Its aroma wafts through the house, carrying stories of resilience, ingenuity, and love from generations past.

Introduction

Cornbread dressing is more than a holiday staple; it’s a symbol of survival and community. Unlike its northern cousin, stuffing, which is typically cooked inside a bird, dressing is baked separately, its crispy edges and moist center the perfect complement to turkey, ham, or even a hearty vegetarian main. Yet, its true beauty lies in its roots. This dish carries the legacy of West African cuisine, the creativity of enslaved people in the American South, and the enduring spirit of family traditions. As we gather around the table this Thanksgiving, let’s take a moment to honor the history, culture, and flavor that make cornbread dressing a dish worthy of celebration.

Key Ingredients and Their Stories

1. Cornbread

The heart of dressing, cornbread is a Southern staple made from cornmeal, a grain deeply tied to African and Native American culinary traditions. Whether made with yellow or white cornmeal, it provides a nutty, earthy base for the dish.

2. Butter or Margarine

Rich and creamy, butter adds depth to the dressing’s flavor, a nod to indulgence during holiday feasts.

3. Onion, Celery, and Bell Pepper

Known as the “Holy Trinity” in Southern cooking, these vegetables bring balance and brightness, echoing the fresh ingredients that West African cooks would have used.

4. Eggs

Eggs bind the dressing, much like they bind families together during holiday gatherings.

5. Slices of Toast

A practical addition, toast absorbs flavors while adding texture, a small detail that elevates the dish.

6. Cream of Celery Soup A modern touch, this creamy element underscores the resourcefulness of home cooks blending old and new traditions.

7. Poultry Seasoning and Black Pepper

Spices give dressing its warm, comforting aroma, hearkening back to the African use of bold seasonings.

8. Sage

The unmistakable herbal note in dressing, sage ties the dish to Thanksgiving’s essence of gratitude and homecoming. 9. Salt

A humble yet essential addition, salt reminds us of the resourcefulness of those who created “struggle foods” from the bare minimum.

10. Chicken Broth

Broth brings moisture and richness, a small indulgence that transforms simple ingredients into something extraordinary.

11. Olive Oil

A nod to modern health consciousness, olive oil mirrors the evolution of the dish without straying from its roots.

Cornbread dressing is not just food—it’s a reflection of history. Its origins can be traced back to kusha, a West African dish resembling couscous, crafted by enslaved Africans who adapted it to their circumstances in the American South. This culinary ingenuity transformed humble cornmeal into a beloved holiday centerpiece. Historians like Toni Tipton-Martin and Michael Twitty remind us that dishes like cornbread dressing hold stories of survival and creativity. These recipes were born out of necessity but have grown into symbols of celebration. They connect us to our ancestors and provide a taste of home no matter where we are.

Growing up, Thanksgiving wasn’t complete until my grandmother’s cornbread dressing hit the table. She’d hum hymns as she chopped onions and crumbled cornbread, her hands moving with the confidence of decades of practice. When we’d ask for her recipe, she’d laugh and say, “Child, this isn’t a recipe—it’s a feeling.” That feeling came alive with every bite. The crispy edges gave way to a savory, moist interior that seemed to hold the warmth of her love. It wasn’t until years later that I learned the history behind this dish, and I felt an even deeper appreciation for the legacy she carried forward with every pan she made.

Cornbread dressing, much like the Black experience in America, has endured transformations. From struggle food to holiday staple, it stands as a testament to resilience and adaptability. In honoring its roots, we recognize the strength of those who came before us and the creativity they passed down through their recipes. Today, young chefs like Mashama Bailey and Kwame Onwuachi are reinventing these dishes while preserving their cultural significance, ensuring that cornbread dressing remains both timeless and relevant.

Conclusion

Cornbread dressing is more than a dish; it’s a story on a plate. It’s the love of a grandmother, the ingenuity of ancestors, and the unity of family and community. This Thanksgiving, as you savor each bite, take a moment to appreciate the journey this dish has traveled to grace your table.

Closing

In the hustle of holiday preparation, let’s not forget the heart of the season—gratitude. And what better way to express it than by sharing a dish that embodies history, resilience, and love? Cornbread dressing isn’t just a side; it’s the soul of Thanksgiving.

Thank you for celebrating with us.

How ChatGPT Saved My Twins (And My Sanity) From a Bra Crisis!

So, Ladies did you ever think you'd use chat GTP to find your next new bra? Yes, you heard me right.

Did you know you can use tret GPT to find a new bra. Well, honey, let me tell you—I sure didn’t think I ever would too. But when desperation struck, and my favorite bra vanished from store shelves, I gave it a shot. Spoiler alert: Hallelujah, it worked!

Let me tell you, my story. My mother got my first bra from Sears Roebuck and Company. My mother loved Sears, JCPenney, Montgomery Ward. Well, we lived in the Midwest, you get the picture.

My first bra? A Sears Roebuck treasure picked by my mom. Back then, Sears, Montgomery Ward, and JCPenney were the places. Simply because my mother loved them. Fast-forward a few decades, and I’ve become a JCPenney girl, loyal to one bra in particular: the Ambrielle® Everyday Full-Figure Strapless Bra. Ladies, this wasn’t just a bra—it was the bra.

You see, I’m not the only United States of America 40 C size bra wearing woman out there. Let me do the math for you. There is a million of you walking out there.

Okay, a bit to wild, you say? Yeah, you guessed it, math wasn’t my thing in high school. I loved English and creative writing.

Anyway, what this means is that since 40C is your average size in California, (where I live) and maybe America. Then when I need a new bra, every “Shelia, Kay, Karen, Carmen, Carmelita, Betty, Bobby Sue, Annie Mae, Shaquita and Lolita out there in California land needs a new bra size 40 C.”

Now back to the Ambrielle® Everyday Full-Figure Strapless Bra. I love this bra! It’s the best bra in the world!

Why? Because finding a 40C strapless bra with padded back support that doesn’t pinch or jab is like spotting a unicorn in the wild. And as much as I adore my “twins” (yes, that’s their nickname), they need comfort, security, and the freedom of no shoulder straps digging into my flesh all day.

But then... one day disaster struck.

The Great Ambrielle Bra Drought Hit California!

It’s summer 2024, and I head to JCPenney for my trusty 40C. To my horror, the shelves are bare. Not just my local store—every store. I turned to JCPenney online, only to find they were sold out there too. Cue my frustration.

I turned to Google and of course it sent me some eBay links and Mercari links. Where I found some desperate housewifes trying to sell me their old used funky Ambrielle® bra. Ew! Aww Sh--, can you say “just too stinky”.

Sorry, “Desperate Housewife Debra” on eBay or Mercari… Hard Pass! No, Thank you!

Anyway, back to my story so I decided to ask old faithful good old ChatGPT.

Enter ChatGPT—My Bra Whisperer.

In my darkest moment, I turned to ChatGPT, hoping AI might succeed where Google failed. I typed, "Who makes bras like the Ambrielle® Everyday Full-Figure Strapless Bra?" And guess what? ChatGPT came through like the hero in a rom-com, complete with a heavenly choir singing, "Hallelujah!"

The moment was resplendent!

It led me to the Curvy Kate Luxe Strapless Bra—a revelation! With silicone grips, memory foam cups, and support tailored for full-figure women, it ticked every box. Available in sizes from 28C to M cups (bless their ambition), it made my twins so happy they practically threw a party.

The 40C Struggle Is Real

Here’s the thing: My math might not be that great but if 40C is the average bra size for many women over 35. That means every Sheila, Kay, Karen, Carmen, Carmelita, Betty, Bobby Sue, Annie Mae, Shaquita, and Lolita is hunting for the same size.

So, when I couldn’t find it at JCPenney, I wasn’t just mad—I was mad on behalf of all of us. JCPenney, are you listening? You’ve lost sales because your buyers can’t stock enough for the real demand. And when loyal customers like me have to look elsewhere, we’re taking our friends with us. “Come along, Sheila, Kay, Karen, Carmen, Carmelita, Betty, Bobby Sue, Annie Mae, Shaquita, and Lolita. We are going elsewhere! (Say it Like you Mean it Ladies!)

A Love Letter to ChatGPT

Here’s the moral of my story: Don’t knock ChatGPT. Whether it’s helping you rediscover a lost favorite or finding new alternatives, it can be a lifesaver. AI might not fold laundry (yet), but it found me a bra when nothing else could.

If JCPenney doesn’t fix this, they’ll lose loyal customers like me. And believe me, when women find a bra that works, we’re not shy about spreading the word. ChatGPT helped me find Curvy Kate, but imagine the loss of trust JCPenney faces when we all realize we don’t need them anymore.

Conclusion: The Twins Are Happy Again.

The Curvy Kate Luxe Strapless Bra has become my new go-to. It’s supportive, comfortable, and everything the Ambrielle used to be. To my fellow 40C ladies: don’t despair. There’s hope out there, even if it’s not where you expect it. And to JCPenney, here’s my final PSA: Restock your Ambrielle line in 40C—or prepare to wave goodbye to Sheila, Kay, Karen, Carmen, Carmelita, Betty, Bobby Sue, Annie Mae, Shaquita, Lolita, and me. Closing: Share the Bra Love!

Ladies, if you’ve been burned by a discontinued product, don’t give up hope. Try ChatGPT. Whether it’s bras, jeans, or that perfect lipstick shade, AI just might save your day—and your wardrobe. Happy Holidays—and happy shopping! Black Friday is coming, and trust me, Curvy Kate is worth it.

Preston Castle: The Haunting Heartbeat of Ione, California

In the remote town of Ione, California, there stands a foreboding figure of brick and stone, whose weathered walls cradle secrets darker than the shadows that cling to its towering structure. Built in 1890, Preston Castle is no ordinary historical landmark—it’s a chilling chapter in the tale of California’s past, a haunted relic where echoes of the state’s troubled youth and paranormal activity blend into a tapestry of horror. Once a juvenile correctional facility for boys, Preston Castle has become a fixture in the folklore of paranormal investigators and thrill-seekers alike. A place where, some say, the veil between life and death grows thin and the spirits of the past reach out to remind us that history is not so easily buried.

Welcome to Preston Castle, where history is haunted and each brick bears witness to the spectral residents of this “Castle of Lost Souls.”

The Secrets That Bind: A Dark Legacy of Punishment and Prison

Nestled in the rugged hills of Amador County, Preston Castle was initially intended as a new form of rehabilitation for boys, a place to reform, instill discipline, and teach trades. But the grandeur of its architecture hid a much harsher reality—a place where discipline often took on a severe form, and tales of physical punishment still ripple through the community’s memory. Since the castle opened its doors in 1894, whispers of brutality, despair, and mistreatment have woven themselves into its walls, forming an energy that lingers like a shadow over the site. It’s this very energy that so many believe attracts the supernatural to Preston Castle, where the souls of those who suffered and perished are said to wander.

Among the tragic tales is the story of Anna Corbin, a staff member whose murder in 1950 was never fully explained. Her name haunts the lore of Preston Castle, her spirit reportedly lingering, still seeking justice that was never served. As one visitor recounts, the lingering spirits feel trapped within this fortress of forgotten hopes, where fear and sorrow continue to reverberate. Today, visitors on the castle’s paranormal tours report cold chills, whispers in empty corridors, and shadows that seem to defy the laws of light, sparking spine-chilling sensations of being watched.

Specters of the Past: Paranormal Presences and Frightening Encounters

For some, the stories of Preston Castle’s tragic history are enough to chill the soul. But for others, it’s the tantalizing promise of a ghostly encounter that draws them in, as they hope to glimpse the otherworldly residents who haunt this decaying landmark. Longtime docent and empath Chris Garbarini leads paranormal tours, guiding brave souls through the castle’s darkened hallways and abandoned rooms. Chris has seen more than he cares to recount, yet he shares just enough to make the blood run cold.

Chris tells the tale of standing alone in the decrepit staff kitchen, only to be greeted by the inexplicable aroma of freshly baked pastries, despite the ovens having been cold for decades. In another encounter, he describes a shadowy figure—a tall man in a spectral form—drifting down a hallway, silently following a woman in a flowing dress. These visions, he says, have only intensified over the years, leaving visitors questioning the thin line between the living and the dead.

The encounters don’t end there. Some visitors report hearing a faint, desperate voice of a young boy whispering, "Come down here…help!" caught on audio recordings in the castle’s annex hallway. A voice no one else heard at the time. Each experience at Preston Castle feels like peeling back layers of time, revealing a horror that transcends the physical boundaries of walls and windows.

Unearthly Residents: Faces in the Windows and Footsteps in Empty Halls

One of the eeriest aspects of Preston Castle is the frequent sightings of ghostly figures dressed in period clothing—small children in uniform and other spectral forms wearing the military-style garb once worn by the boys. These apparitions are seen roaming the corridors and gazing from the castle’s windows, their faces captured by visitors’ cameras, despite those rooms standing empty. For a structure long abandoned, Preston Castle seems unnervingly alive with the echoes of its past residents, a place where the spirits seem to drift through time, untethered and unaware of the decades that have passed since they last took their breath.

Even the castle’s skeptics have experienced unexplainable moments that chill them to the bone. Karl Knobelauch, president of The Preston Castle Foundation, initially dismissed these ghost stories as mere legend. But one day, while working alone, he heard a voice call his name—only to find the hallway empty. Such stories have left even the most rational minds grappling with the unsettling possibility that the castle’s reputation as a haunted place might hold a dark kernel of truth.

The Horrors Within: Buried Secrets and Lives Lost <

Beyond the paranormal encounters and eerie voices, the grim reality of Preston Castle’s history is impossible to ignore. Eighteen young boys lie buried in the on-site cemetery, most having succumbed to disease while attending the school. One young man was shot during an escape attempt, his life ending at the castle that had become his prison. These stories only scratch the surface of the hardships endured within Preston’s towering walls, and their spirits remain as a testament to the consequences of a broken system.

Ghost hunters claim that this tragic history imbues the very walls of Preston Castle with an energy that draws the supernatural. They describe seeing heavy doors slam shut, objects moving seemingly on their own, and hearing disembodied footsteps that echo down long-abandoned halls. Visitors often leave with a feeling of dread, as though they have stepped into a living nightmare that will follow them long after they leave.

An Unfinished Restoration, an Unfinished Story

In the years since its closure, the Preston Castle Foundation has made efforts to restore the castle, opening its doors to tourists and paranormal investigators alike. Despite this, only two of the five floors are accessible to the public, with the remainder of the castle in such a state of decay that full restoration remains a distant dream. Even as it crumbles, Preston Castle retains a magnetic allure, a haunted beacon that calls out to those fascinated by the unknown.

Perhaps it’s fitting that a place like Preston Castle—so marked by hardship and heartbreak—refuses to fade quietly into history. There’s something hauntingly beautiful about this fortress of sorrow, a beauty underscored by its brutal past. It stands as both a monument and a mausoleum, preserving the stories of those who entered its doors seeking redemption, only to find despair.

Haunted by the Past: Why Preston Castle Endures The story of Preston Castle is more than just another haunted location; it’s a testament to a dark chapter in the history of juvenile justice. In recent years, as California re-evaluates its juvenile correctional system, the castle stands as a reminder of the cost of reform. It asks questions without easy answers: What are the consequences of a system that seeks to control rather than heal? And for those souls who suffered, can peace ever truly be found?

If you dare to step into its halls, remember that Preston Castle isn’t just haunted by spirits of the dead. It’s haunted by memories of a history not so far gone, and by the lives that were forever changed within its cold stone walls. It’s a place where history refuses to die, where the past clings to the present like a ghostly hand on your shoulder. Preston Castle’s story is one of suffering and endurance, a reminder that some places—and some spirits—are not so easily laid to rest.

Check the Sacbee.com/news/local/history/article for more information on this topic.

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Chapter 8

A Dangerous Game 8

Izard made his way out of the alley and cautiously scanned the street in front of him with his eyes. The lights on the building across the street was dark. He knew everyone should have left for the day.

Quickly he crossed the street and slipped into the back entrance of an old building, Izard entered a dimly lit room where a large table sat in the center. Spread across it were blueprints, documents, and photos of both Eve and Hawke—everything he needed to execute his plan. He had been watching them for weeks, learning their patterns, their weaknesses. And now, it was time to strike.

At the far end of the room sat Voss, a lean man with sharp features and eyes that gleamed with mischief. Voss had been Izard’s right-hand man for years, and he thrived on chaos.

“They’re too happy, Voss. It makes me sick,” Izard said as he tossed a photo of Eve onto the table. “I want her to feel what I felt. The pain, the betrayal. And Hawke—he’s going to pay for what he took from me.”

Voss raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. “What’s the plan, boss? You’ve never been one to keep things simple.”

Izard smirked, leaning over the table and tracing his finger along one of the blueprints. “Oh, it’s far from simple. You see, Hawke’s business is vulnerable. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve set a trap. Tomorrow, we’ll leak some ‘information’ that will make his clients doubt him. I’ll plant just enough doubt to cause a few of them to jump ship.”

“And what about Eve?” Voss asked, his tone eager.

“I’ve saved something special for her,” Izard said coldly, his eyes darkening. “Eve thinks her past is behind her, but she has no idea what’s coming. I’ve found someone she’ll recognize, someone she won’t be able to ignore. And when she does, it’ll shatter everything she’s worked to rebuild.”

Voss let out a low whistle. “Brilliant, boss. But how do you know it’ll all fall into place?” Izard stood tall, his confidence unshakable. “Because I don’t leave anything to chance. By the time they realize what’s happening, it’ll be too late.”

Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open, and a woman stepped inside. Her face was partially hidden by a hood, but Izard recognized her immediately.

“Right on time,” Izard said with a satisfied smile. “Are you ready?”

The woman stepped forward; her voice low but resolute. “I owe you nothing, Moulard. But I’ll do this. After that, we’re done.”

Izard’s smile didn’t falter. “Of course. Just follow the plan, and everything will be as it should.”

Then the woman loudly cleared her throat. “There’s something else.”

“What is it?” Izard demanded.

The woman voice as like steel when she spoke. “For this plan to be effective, I must ask that you wait a few weeks, if I start your plan tomorrow it will be too soon, and it won’t look legitimate.”

“Ah! I see your point,” Izard nodded as his lips curled into a sinister smile. What do you have in mind?”

“I need time. Just a few weeks,” she paused. You see, not many understand the importance of shaping a story. And this story must be shaped.” The woman paused as if choosing her words carefully. “Even still, few how the true art of being shrewdly proficient enough to manipulate the media. And as I am sure you know. Social media is a shrewd bitch, and for this to be done right I need a few weeks to build up your victim, before I can destroy them.”

Izard laughed out loud at her words.

“So, tell me Moulard, are you a patient enough man for me to do this right?”

“I’m a patient man. I can wait a few weeks,” he smirked. “As long as you destroy my victim.”

“Good, then it is settled I’ll leave now,” the woman said as she turned and made her exit. As the woman disappeared behind the closed door, Voss looked at Izard with a mix of curiosity and unease. “Who was that?”

“An old friend of Eve’s,” Izard replied. “One she’d rather forget.”

The two men shared a knowing glance, and Izard’s eyes glinted with anticipation. I may have to wait a little while longer with Eve. But Hawke, I can handle him now. Tomorrow, the first blow would land, and there would be no going back.

The night was still, but beneath the surface, the game had already begun.

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