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NaturalOne77

Jockstrap Fan
I don't think these advertisements have been featured here yet.
...I especially miss the Flarico jocks! (I think I might still have one...)
As for the "Pro-Brief...does anyone have experience with them?😉
 

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Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
I don't think these advertisements have been featured here yet.
...I especially miss the Flarico jocks! (I think I might still have one...)
As for the "Pro-Brief...does anyone have experience with them?😉
Yes! I bought a "pro-brief" JUST LIKE THAT ONE as a teenager, when I saw this guy a year younger than me but built like a god wear one. All the other guys wore jockstraps, thank God, but this guy was so hot, I searched stores until I found that. Further, a few years ago when an older relative died. I discovered that exact brief, unused, in a drawer and took it. it's not actually the greatest pouch. It's a little constricting. Actually have a Calvin Klein white brief that's awesome: perfect pouch like a jock. It's probably 15 yr old now and still in good shape.
As for the jock strap, I had one of those in college and afterwards. I lived in a college town in my mid-20's and wore that exact jock into the sauna innumerable times. Often we ended up circle jerking there. I'm not exaggerating here; you could jack off in the sauna almost any day of the week, and I ALWAYS wore my Flarico jock.
 

NaturalOne77

Jockstrap Fan
Yes! I bought a "pro-brief" JUST LIKE THAT ONE as a teenager, when I saw this guy a year younger than me but built like a god wear one. All the other guys wore jockstraps, thank God, but this guy was so hot, I searched stores until I found that. Further, a few years ago when an older relative died. I discovered that exact brief, unused, in a drawer and took it. it's not actually the greatest pouch. It's a little constricting. Actually have a Calvin Klein white brief that's awesome: perfect pouch like a jock. It's probably 15 yr old now and still in good shape.
As for the jock strap, I had one of those in college and afterwards. I lived in a college town in my mid-20's and wore that exact jock into the sauna innumerable times. Often we ended up circle jerking there. I'm not exaggerating here; you could jack off in the sauna almost any day of the week, and I ALWAYS wore my Flarico jock.
So...the Pro-Brief isn't worth an ebay search? Good to know.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
So...the Pro-Brief isn't worth an ebay search? Good to know.
Well, it depends. Practically speaking, I wouldn't say the pouch is as good at my CK sports brief or my jockstraps, but I happily swiped the one from the older relative because of its nostalgic value: it reminded me of the locker room days and most especially of that one kid who was built like a god and was the only one who wore a brief instead of a jock. (In fact, I wrote an 8 page story about that: a fantasy of the locker room genre.)
So it was worth it to me to have it so I would wear it, remember the pleasures of those days, and frantically beat my meat. I suspect the pouch wasn't as prominent as they later became (see the 2xist models or others) but once modesty went out the window, pouches became ways to show off in addition to simply being a better design.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
This is awesome! Notice that they use the term "jock" in the ad copy here, not the more formal "Supporter." How brazen! Humorously, this photocopy of a photo makes that guy in the middle look like he has neck-length 70's hair and hence looks a little silly. Actually, what IS he wearing? It looks like an early 20th center "morning coat" like at a Queen's ball. Is that possible, as if to send the message, "Jocks are as important as how you dress to meet the Queen"??
 

JockAndRoll

Jockstrap Fan
This is awesome! Notice that they use the term "jock" in the ad copy here, not the more formal "Supporter." How brazen! Humorously, this photocopy of a photo makes that guy in the middle look like he has neck-length 70's hair and hence looks a little silly. Actually, what IS he wearing? It looks like an early 20th center "morning coat" like at a Queen's ball. Is that possible, as if to send the message, "Jocks are as important as how you dress to meet the Queen"??
I think the person who came up with this ad intended the guy in the morning coat to be the personification of “The Duke”. He is a royal duke, and he’s wearing a Duke jock. I noticed that the corporate name in the mailing address at the bottom is Royal Textile Mills, Inc. I guess the product name for their jockstrap (The Duke) was a tie-in with their corporate identity.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
I think the person who came up with this ad intended the guy in the morning coat to be the personification of “The Duke”. He is a royal duke, and he’s wearing a Duke jock. I noticed that the corporate name in the mailing address at the bottom is Royal Textile Mills, Inc. I guess the product name for their jockstrap (The Duke) was a tie-in with their corporate identity.
Ha! Of course! I hadn't thought of that, but then again I wasn't sure what I was seeing because of the darkness of the photo. I love it: a guy in a morning coat being a "Duke" in the locker room. Awesome.
 

JockbudNYC

Jockstrap Fan
I wonder if they would be more popular if they were actually advertised, of in placement ads in movies and shows? I wonder how come they are not?
 

Redsucked02

More in my albums!
I wonder if they would be more popular if they were actually advertised, of in placement ads in movies and shows? I wonder how come they are not?
Definitely would help! Since I frequent various jockstrap & underwear sites I do get a lot of ads targeted to my phone. I love em! I tend to click on them just to get a gander and have actually discovered some interesting sites from all over the world! Greece, Canada, Australia, Great Britain, Germany and of course the U.S.
 

FerrariLusso1963

Snug is best
Futuro made great jocks back in the 1970,s because they used cotton,rayon,and rubber in their construction. They seldom show up really because repeated washing would destroy them but they were really comfortable to wear
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
[from Ch. 1)...
“C’mon, guys!" yelled one of the wrestlers. You just gonna stand there in your jocks all day? Coach wants us out there now!" Laughing, the guys started to file out. Kirk quickly pulled on his socks and wrestling shoes, and noticed that Skye reached in his bag again. "I think they also put shoes your size in your locker. Get 'em and let's go."


Skye, stunned, reached in and grabbed a pair of wrestling sneakers, the newest he'd ever had. Embarrassingly, he felt a slight tear starting to form in one eye at this generosity and abundance, but he mastered himself and just pulled them on.

“Ready?" said Kirk. And they headed to the wrestling room.

Ch 2: Post-practice

Two hours later, the gray metal door to the men's locker room creaked open and allowed an influx of about 25 wrestlers. The first practice of the season invariably caught them off guard; even the ones who worked on their fitness were never quite able to keep up with the demands of Coach, and knowing that this was just the beginning inspired one half of them and exhausted the other half.

Skye had never experienced anything like it. He was considered tough on the Rez, but the constant moving, twisting, and gripping of the sport left him with barely enough energy to walk. He got to his locker and, like so many of the other guys, flopped down on the bench. Kirk showed up a moment later and eased himself in beside him.

"Well, welcome to the team, dude," said the senior, smiling despite his fatigue."Bet you never had a practice like that, especially the first day." He stripped off his soaked gray practice shirt. For a moment, Skye looked at his guide with appraising eyes. He appreciated what it took to have a cut muscular body like Kirk's, and indeed his own body was one he was proud of.

Skye then turned and stared at his locker. Kirk looked at him and chuckled. "Yeah, " he said, "I can see this is new to you."

Skye turned a little. "I gotta admit, this is more than what we did for the Rez high school. But then, it oughtta be. I mean, this is college." The word “college” caught in his throat a little. Truth was, he never thought he'd even be in college, having no money and no prospects at all. It was only a chance meeting with the University of South Dakota coach at the high school wrestling championships the previous winter that had given him the confidence to apply, and the fact that the University had offered him a virtual free ride was the sole reason he was now sitting, sweat-soaked, on a bench.

Kirk grinned at him, thinking about their first encounter two hours earlier. "So," he said, "how'd that jock work out for ya?"

Skye hesitated. He wasn't used to talking about intimate things, even with his friends. But he didn't want to lose face, so he looked Kirk square in the eyes and said, "I gotta admit I'm glad you told me about it. I felt like…well, you know, the 'boys' were safe, and that helped me focus on the moves."

Kirk was gratified to get such a candid answer. "Yeah, you looked pretty good out there, for a freshman. And now you can relax and work on other 'moves' in a little while." He grinned again and winked.

Skye felt some of his trepidation return. "Moves? You mean there are more moves I have to learn?"

Kirk laughed. "Naw, dude. I'm just messin' with you. You know... 'moves'?" He made a fist, put it between his thighs, and moved it back and forth. "Moves like this. Most guys do it after an intense workout."

Skye stared. He lowered his voice: "They do that here?"

Kirk smiled. "Nah, not usually. Sometimes, they joke around and yank on their dicks and stuff like that, but I've only ever seen one guy actually go at it in the showers. It was no big deal; in fact, a couple of guys cheered him on, and I think they'd have joined in with a little encouragement. No, I was just thinking of the dorms, that's all."

Skye responded,"You know, I haven't even been to my dorm room yet. I just got dropped off right before practice."

Kirk answered, "Oh, well you should be in Henderson Hall. That's where most of the undergrad wrestlers room."

Skye looked at him. "Sooo, the wrestlers live and practice together. Do they all eat together also?"

"Yep. It's a pretty tight bunch. You'll get to know 'em. Hey, I'm gonna hit the showers. I'll see you there."

He shucked off his shorts and jock and left them in a pile on the bench as he grabbed his towel, draped it over his shoulders, and headed toward the large shower room. As before, Skye found himself staring at the relaxed gait, the muscular stride that his friend and mentor showed as he walked naked. It was almost a swagger. An old specter of modesty emerged in Skye's mind. Was he really ready to walk naked among a group of men he'd never met? He had never done that in his life, but he was beginning to see that his mindset from the Rez was rather narrow; Kirk had said that all the guys on the team showered like this, and Skye could hear the banter going on back and forth in the shower, along with a good deal of laughter. That noise, the steam, and the utter depletion of his energy in practice melded together and he felt it was time to adjust, so he pulled off his shirt, put his fingers in his shorts waistband and yanked them down. He stood for a moment in just his strap; he was amazed at how natural it felt and also how it seemed to exude some kind of masculine power, like getting ready for battle. He looked down and actually gasped. Seeing his jock pouch mounded and full made him feel proud. He remembered that Kirk had whistled at the size of Skye's penis and his low hanging balls, but he also knew he himself had no experience with locker rooms and therefore no chance to compare. Skye stood in his jock staring into space.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 3

He stood there in his white jockstrap, gazing into space as his mind took him down paths of images, rather like the trances he'd heard that his ancestors experienced, as recounted by older men on the Rez.

A vicious sting on his left buttock brought him instantly to his senses.

"Hey dude! You just gonna stand there in your sweaty jock or you gonna take a shower?" Skye turned to see three wrestlers, naked, with towels in their hands, laughing as one of them twisted up his towel into a rat tail and seemed like he was about to flick it at Skye.


Skye felt a volcano of anger throbbing inside him, but then the guy with the wound up towel said, "Here, I got you a towel" and he tossed him a clean, folded white towel from the stack that sat by the showers. "I'm just messin' with you, buddy. No hard feelings." Skye hardly knew what to do with the fury that had emerged inside him, but the other fellow's gentle answer floated and landed like a balm, and Skye felt himself relax.

"You're Skye, right? I'm Brad, and these two dorks are Will and Kevin." Brad stuck out his hand, and after a moment, Skye shook it, as he then did with the other two. The scene of him wearing just his jock and shaking hands with three guys who were naked was startling, odd, and even slightly humorous.

"Hey," said Skye, like an awkward oaf meeting the cool kids at a party. A momentary silence settled on the group.

So," said Will, " howdya like that first practice. Rough, huh?" Kevin chimed in, "Right? Fuckin coach always starts the year like that. Seems crazy to me, wearing everybody out when we have four more days of practice this week." The instant ease with which they spoke to him somehow smoothed over Skye's initial awkwardness , and he said, "Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't expect that the first day."

"Yeah, I'll bet," responded Will. "Different from high school, I'll bet. What school did you wrestle at, anyway? Some place local?"

Skye was surprised. His skin tone and facial features usually made it clear he was Native American, and almost all the Natives were educated on the reservation.

Brad smacked Will on his heavily muscled arm. "Don't be a dumbshit. He's from the Rez, right?"

Skye said nothing.

"Oh, duh," exclaimed Will. "Sorry, man. I should have known."

"Well," said Skye, "it would have been a good guess, though not all of us stay on the Rez." A slightly uncomfortable pause. Then Brad: "Well, dude, we're gonna hit the showers and I'll see if I can get these two to keep their hands off each other's peckers." That broke the ice and Kevin threw his towel in Brad's face and barked, "Yeah, you'd like to see that, wouldnja, Mr. Soap-up-my-cock-for-half-an hour!" The trio laughed and even Skye smiled. Though not accustomed to this banter, he could see how it cemented their friendship.

Brad was an old campaigner in the verbal taunt department: "At least I can work it for half an hour and not lose my load in the first 30 seconds... as all the ladies here on campus will tell you is the case with my studly friend Kevin, here."

"Well," chimed in Will, "at least all the ones he's slept with... and that makes how many, Kevin? Nearly ONE, was it?"

Kevin merely grabbed his own penis and ballsac in one hand, shook it at his buds, and exclaimed, "I can't argue that. With all my conquests, it'd take all afternoon... kinda like your mom!" And with that, he turned and scampered off to the showers, his impressive sac swaying as the others gave chase.

Skye was quick to realize that this kind of dialogue was the conversational currency of the team, and he watched the three muscle-bound guys head to the shower:s Brad, a model of 6-foot plus lean muscle, pale skin, brown hair and green eyes, with massive thighs, beefy arms, and a rock solid butt; Kevin, on the lower side of six feet, beautifully tapering biceps and granite quads, olive skinned bespeaking some southern European heritage; and Will, only about 5'8" but sculpted like a statue, with black skin and brown eyes. Clearly, they were in their third year of wrestling, and the conversation of a few minutes before showed how comfortable they were with each other--so much at ease, in fact, that it was simple for them to joke around with Skye only moments after meeting him. All this was a quick study for Skye, who became increasingly aware of a kind of emptiness in his male psyche that could only be filled by guys his age just being guys. Although Skye could not have articulated before this moment the need to be part of the joking, the touching, and even the unexpected warmth of this group, he now knew, with the awareness that dawns on a sleeper who has just awakened, that he had better embrace this group of men before it slipped away as so many things had in his life.

The noise of raucous laughter and hooting pulled him from his reverie. He paused, put his fingers inside the waistband of his jockstrap, and pushed it down. In a moment of almost childlike imitation, he placed it on the bench and then adjusted it by twisting the waistband and one of the leg straps so it mirrored the exact position of Kirk's. He did this without even thinking, and a moment later smiled at his silly behavior, but he left his jock as a unspoken tribute to his mentor.

He grabbed his towel and then paused again. He'd noticed some guys wrapped the towel around their waists as they headed to the showers, but some just looped it around their neck and shoulders or just draped it off one shoulder and walked to the showers, usually tugging away at their nuts, happy to have them freed from the confines of a jock pouch. Some instinct told Skye that if he didn't get his ass to the showers immediately, he'd get grief from the other guys--possibly teasing about shyness. In what was perhaps one of the bravest moments in a life full of courage, he shrugged and draped the towel over one shoulder and headed for the first group shower of his life.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
Ch 4: First shower

With so much to keep in mind, Skye had momentarily forgotten about Kirk's comment when they'd undressed before practice, but as he walked toward the shower, slightly shy but determined at this point to face his discomfort head on by walking naked, he heard the locus of the hooting shift from the shower room itself to his direction, like a radar pinpointing its target.

"Hey, Skye!" called out Kirk. "Finally made it, huh?"

"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steamy recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wresters turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already."

As time stopped yet again and at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing. Some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly, were just average flaccid cocks draped over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards that life had gifted Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung at least a quarter of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.

The other thing he noticed simultaneously was the one guy whose penis was fully erect, curved up in an arc, reaching to his belly button. Skye was shocked for a moment but then remembered that Kirk had mentioned Brian, who got a hard-on every day and finally gave up trying to hide it. Only on the edge of consciousness did Skye notice a slight feeling of envy, not at the idea that his own cock wasn't as impressive as Brian's, but rather at the ease with which a college-age guy could sport an erection and not make a big deal of it.

Skye felt like this was the make-or-break moment. What should he do, now that he realized his equipment dwarfed most of his teammates'? For although he knew the stories of the Rez in terms of bragging rights for hunting victories centuries back, such boasts had no place on the modern Rez, and indeed, one struggle his friends and family had to endure was keeping their pride. He sensed that bragging would be outdated… or at least serious bragging would be. And from somewhere in his ancestral memory, he recalled the stories of the Trickster Coyote, who used humor to gain advantage.

In a voice he himself hardly knew, he quipped, "Well, you're in luck! I brought all the girls who've enjoyed this meat into our locker room. They're just around the corner. Girls? GIRLS?!" He turned, peered around the wall, and turned back to the guys who didn't know what to make of this. "Huh. I guess they got scared and left. Maybe too much cock even for them!"

"Awwwwwwhhhhhhhh," a ground swell of male voices rose from baritone to alto and then the laughter started. "Fuckin A! Nice comeback! Yeah, next time make sure the girls are here before you start swaggering, asshole! I guess you're a big dick in more ways than one!" Skye felt a deluge of emotional warmth that literally caused him to take a step back. He had never, ever had this kind of response from a group of guys. Clearly, he had scored. He started toward the nearest shower head, but then, as smoothly as a cat, passed it and took the one next to the guy who'd started the whole marvelous affair. Skye looked at him, and the fellow said, "Nice one, man. I'm Peter." And again a handshake with a naked guy, but this time it seemed perfectly natural.
 

diego501

Horny as fuck all the time
Ch 4: First shower

With so much to keep in mind, Skye had momentarily forgotten about Kirk's comment when they'd undressed before practice, but as he walked toward the shower, slightly shy but determined at this point to face his discomfort head on by walking naked, he heard the locus of the hooting shift from the shower room itself to his direction, like a radar pinpointing its target.

"Hey, Skye!" called out Kirk. "Finally made it, huh?"

"Whoa!" called out a guy from the steamy recesses of the room. Skye could not tell who it was, though he did not think it one of the three guys he'd just been chatting with. "Hoooooooly FUUUUUCK! I thought I was the biggest dude on the team, but now I don't think so." Half a score of wresters turned at this, but the only turning Skye did was turning a shade of reddish brown as they stared at his genitals. "Part bull, I have to say," continued the voice. "Congrats, man! I hope lots of girls get to enjoy that, if they haven't already."

As time stopped yet again and at that moment the billowing steam clouds seemed to rise up to give a clear view, Skye saw the showering athletes looking at his body in the most natural way possible: just athletes assessing another guy's body as all men do. Skye himself mirrored their actions and looked around at the cocks and balls of his teammates. As might be expected, there was a huge variety. Some little stubby penises poked out of nests of hair, with tight, high testicles. Others seemed very slender as they swayed with the motion of the shower scrubbing. Some looked like thick slabs of meat atop low hanging fruit. Many, not unexpectedly, were just average flaccid cocks draped over average-sized balls. A couple of guys did stand out, however. It was clear to Skye that the guy who'd called out to him was standing three shower heads away. His massively thick cock and overly generous balls easily pinpointed him as the biggest cock man on the team... but then Skye understood. Even though this fellow's equipment was impressive, it wasn't up to the standards that life had gifted Skye between his own legs. Having told Kirk he'd never seen another guy naked, Skye was getting an instant education. His penis, even in its flaccid state, was as thick as a wrist, and the corona of the head offered a notable ridge, almost like a model version of some cliff with an overhang. His own balls--the testicles he'd had to house in his one pair of briefs for several years--hung at least a quarter of the way down his thighs and if he even turned his head, his balls swayed as if in a breeze.

The other thing he noticed simultaneously was the one guy whose penis was fully erect, curved up in an arc, reaching to his belly button. Skye was shocked for a moment but then remembered that Kirk had mentioned Brian, who got a hard-on every day and finally gave up trying to hide it. Only on the edge of consciousness did Skye notice a slight feeling of envy, not at the idea that his own cock wasn't as impressive as Brian's, but rather at the ease with which a college-age guy could sport an erection and not make a big deal of it.

Skye felt like this was the make-or-break moment. What should he do, now that he realized his equipment dwarfed most of his teammates'? For although he knew the stories of the Rez in terms of bragging rights for hunting victories centuries back, such boasts had no place on the modern Rez, and indeed, one struggle his friends and family had to endure was keeping their pride. He sensed that bragging would be outdated… or at least serious bragging would be. And from somewhere in his ancestral memory, he recalled the stories of the Trickster Coyote, who used humor to gain advantage.

In a voice he himself hardly knew, he quipped, "Well, you're in luck! I brought all the girls who've enjoyed this meat into our locker room. They're just around the corner. Girls? GIRLS?!" He turned, peered around the wall, and turned back to the guys who didn't know what to make of this. "Huh. I guess they got scared and left. Maybe too much cock even for them!"

"Awwwwwwhhhhhhhh," a ground swell of male voices rose from baritone to alto and then the laughter started. "Fuckin A! Nice comeback! Yeah, next time make sure the girls are here before you start swaggering, asshole! I guess you're a big dick in more ways than one!" Skye felt a deluge of emotional warmth that literally caused him to take a step back. He had never, ever had this kind of response from a group of guys. Clearly, he had scored. He started toward the nearest shower head, but then, as smoothly as a cat, passed it and took the one next to the guy who'd started the whole marvelous affair. Skye looked at him, and the fellow said, "Nice one, man. I'm Peter." And again a handshake with a naked guy, but this time it seemed perfectly natural.
I find male bonding in itself very erotic. Even if there is no sex. The fact that it is about him becoming comfortable in his own skin, as well as getting comfortable with other people’s bodies, almost orgasmic. The lack of sexual eroticism between the men is almost like rubbing your dick on a hole but never being allowed to enter. That being said, and then..? Is there more?
 

engjock

Jockstrap Fan
Just love the (probably unintended) double entendres and homoeroticism in the text, combined with the picture In the last advert for Litesome.
Judging by the smile on the guy, his ‘vital organs’ are definitely being supported and he’s possibly making sure of it with his right hand. It also seems that he’s definitely got ‘energy and vigour’ probably because he’s stroking and ‘touring’ with his ‘heavily-loaded machine’, although whether that’s his bike or his ‘vital organ’ is open to debate…😬
BTW: for anyone not familiar with the old British pre decimal coinage, the deluxe model retailing at 4(s)hillings and 6pennies (d) (4/6) is now 22.5p while the popular model at 2/6 is now 12.5p.
John, how does the overseas postage of 6d (2.5p) seem to you In today’s modern economics?
 

WpbMike

Jockstrap Fan
Definitely would help! Since I frequent various jockstrap & underwear sites I do get a lot of ads targeted to my phone. I love em! I tend to click on them just to get a gander and have actually discovered some interesting sites from all over the world! Greece, Canada, Australia, Great Britain, Germany and of course the U.S.
Just about every 5th post on my Facebook feed is a different underwear ad.
 

Opinionman

Jockstrap Fan
I seem to have posted my bromantic story about the wrestler here in a four abut vintage ads. Not sure why I did that; I meant to post it as its own story. Sorry .
 
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