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Glad to see Iceman still active. Love from Maxi Taxi

Thread looks a lot better and informative. Best of luck to you all.

nothing you can do, needs to be fixed by @Mmartin probably

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This Thread follows Barry Martin and his Personal Development as an individual. Content TBC

🙌🙌 Cheers!

Appreciate you 🔥🔥

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ljubav iz sandzaka dolazi za tebe

Fire screens 🔥🔥

Ignore the dickheads in the forum, keep cooking your thing. Ignorate gli figli di puttana nel forum, avanti con il vostro gioco, qua le persone non sanno divertirsi. Credono che LSRP e la loro vita reale.

Preparing La Taquería Day II: The First Paint Hits the Truck Waking up with an idea Andres pushed himself up, stretching, letting the morning light wash over him. Coffee, tools, paint, and inspiration were already running through his mind. He wasn’t just waking up, he was waking up to a dream. Sketching designs By mid-morning, Andres spread out blank sheets on the kitchen table. Pens, markers, and printed sketches scattered around as he drew the truck over and over, experimenting with flames, tacos, chili peppers, and bold letters. “I need somethin’ that screams México… pero also looks clean,” he murmured, biting his lip in concentration. The sketches were messy, chaotic even, but they were the first visible sign of his plan. Looking up for inspiration When he needed a push, Andres grabbed his phone and scrolled through designs, fonts, and color palettes. Indigenous patterns, bright reds, deep greens, splashes of white, all of it inspired by home. “Red, green… maybe white. Colors of the motherland, hermano. Gotta represent.” He saved screenshots and compared them to his sketches, visualizing the truck fully alive in his mind. Buying supplies By noon, Andres was walking through a hardware store, dragging cans of spray paint in red, green, and white, masking tape, brushes, and an airbrush kit. His second bag was filled with kitchen essentials, frying pans, casseroles, charcoal, spatulas, cutting boards, and spices. “Let’s get you some color, baby… and some flavor,” he muttered, grinning as he carried everything to the car. Setting up the workstation Back at the parking lot, Andres set up a foldable table next to the truck. On it: frying pans, casserole pots, coal bags, spatulas, knives, cutting boards… and of course, paint cans, vinyl, masking tape, stencils, and sketches. He arranged everything with meticulous care, cooking gear on one side, painting and design tools on the other. The table looked like a battlefield of preparation. “Tacos on one side, pintura mexicana on the other… balance, hermano,” he said, nodding to himself. He tapped the blank white side of the truck and whispered, “Soon you’re gonna look like a fiesta on wheels.” Start of work Admiring the work The colors dried. The vision took shape. And for the first time, the truck didn't just look like a dream, it looked like Andres's identity. La Taquerìa now had a soul... and tomorrow it will learn to cook.

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Better call Orlando!

Haha, nothing’s illegal no more 😂