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Backstreet Boys BSB are an American rock band. The band was founded on April 20, 1993 in Orlando, Florida, by Lou Pearlman. Now this is the most successful band with more than 130 million records sold worldwide. The group was named after a flea market in Orlando, the "backstreet flea market". In 2019 Backstreet Boys has more than 50 concerts in the US with their DNA World Tour. Check tour dates at Backstreet Boys tour Los Angeles page. Full list of tour dates & concerts!

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I had a dream where me and 3 other people went to a school where they sexualized children in order to establish pedophilia within society. They made us play a game where if we don’t sit or stand completely still when they come in the room, they would rape and kill us. They also took away our pets because they thought it was a distraction to our “sexual development”. The 3 people who I was with and I decided to break out, but two died in the process. We ended up escaping after using potions to make ourselves small and/or invisible. After we got out, we went to a cafe where a creepy lady was being gross towards us, so we beat her up before booking it because that was considered “suspicious behavior”. We kept almost getting caught by the weird pedophile government because we would discuss our escape plans to another country near these glass tunnels that we thought were for decoration, but they were actually a government listening device. We were considered America’s most wanted because we went against the order, so we had to wear disguises. We never actually got to escape, but we weren’t captured. We kept running and trying to escape.

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I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

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