Anarchy With The Lorths; Resist Until The End.
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Turning up the volume and breaking the rules—Lorth’s where the chaos hits hard. 🫀 “You’ve found us? Time to flee!”

@TheLorth @LorthBot
PS: @LorthRobot —strictly for SFS and clearing out who’s left. Let’s rock this!
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                  (SHIELDS THE FLAME.) ◆

A city ruled by an oppressive regime crushes the spirit of its people under a rigid hierarchy. Yet, in the shadows, a defiant movement emerges—one fueled by a relentless desire to uphold justice. This group becomes a formidable threat to the authorities, refusing to bow to their control, @HOUTMARE @Grithmone & @TheBridgerton.

Through acts of daring sabotage and the powerful spread of resistance messages in art and music, they ignite a spark of rebellion that cannot be silenced. 🫀

Even as local authorities hunt them with relentless determination, the group’s clever strategies and fearless actions push them closer to their 1st victory. United by courage, creativity, and solidarity, they refuse to waver. In the face of overwhelming odds, they continue to grow stronger, thriving as a beacon of hope and resilience in the fight for freedom.

Keeps the mirth alive, @RogueLorth.
                  
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Today beneath the shimmer of stage lights, two stars step forward as if summoned by fate. Lorth’s Zhang Hao, serene as moonlit waters, speaks with a quiet grace that feels like a secret whispered to the night. Wendissle’s Hanbin, warm as a rising flame, lets his words bloom like dawn breaking through the horizon. Together, they are more than MCs—they are twin constellations, guiding every gaze, every heart, with a rhythm both gentle and eternal. The air bends to their harmony, and the stage becomes a sacred place where time pauses, where voices turn into spells, and where Lorth’s Zhang Hao and Wendissle’s Hanbin write poetry in the silence between breaths
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On this radiant and joyful day, Geldart's Liz persuaded her friend Lorth's Zhang hao to wander into the newly opened cat café! 🐾 The place felt cozy yet lively, filled with soft purrs and playful little paws. We indulged ourselves with delicious treats, sipping warm drinks while being surrounded by the fluffiest companions. Every corner of the café radiated charm, making it the perfect escape to unwind, laugh, and lose track of time. 🐈
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ㅤThe afternoon stretched gently, golden light spilling over the streets. Wendissle’s Sarang spotted a small ice cream stand, her smile blooming as she pointed at the flavors. Douche’s Ye-on leaned over, saying she’d only pick the “prettiest color,” making everyone laugh.

Ahead, Ostendl’s Anton balanced her cone with careful hands, ice cream melting too fast. Laire’s Baekseung teased her, holding his cup high like a trophy, squinting at the sun with that half-annoyed, half-charming face only he could pull off.

Wendissle’s Doyoung walked slowly, hoodie up, nibbling vanilla while the city noise folded softly around him. Behind, Lorth’s Yunah pulled her cap low, leaning on the wall with her strawberry cone, looking effortlessly cool in plaid.

And Laire’s Wonyoung, sipping his green drink between bites of cone, his bag swinging with a plush doll catching the sun like it was glowing.

Every laugh, every drip of ice cream became a memory stitched into the sunlight—sweet and fleeting, like summer on our tongues.
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Lorth's Wonyoung barak era, but versi Korea, soon kita cobain versi barak KDM
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