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Does enyone have dynamo videos?

Probably picking up girls in heaven now... What a legend - Thanks for everything Tom!

Thank you Tom.

Amazing video, it has inspired me...I've realised now life is too short.For an average guy whose not super rich & wealthy; to be stuck in a societal 'good job' in the UK, be stuck with a crippling mortgage for a tiny house, and stuck with an aging and nagging wife. Tom lived his life 4x more than most guys.He decided not to play by the rules.

Don't shit on the bus is great rule😂

Nice , but the song sucks, doesn’t make Tom justice

Amazing video!

gaddem legend! rock star lifestyle.

Tom... The real deal. We just carry on with his teaching.. I'm in my fifties and just started.. 😅😂

Does anyone know the song that used to be in the video at 4.17?

RIP Tom. If you've never made videos before, the amount of planning and work involved in these Black Sheep Bandit videos is astonishing. And he did it all alone. Sorry you're gone Tom - it's a great loss. Steve Jabba.

Rip to a Legend!! You are missed Tom

From the Turkey, The Ares Location. See you in the another universe brother.

From Oxford graduate to day game coach. He was an inspiration for all the 'average men' out there.

Best video so far. Thanks for the upload.

Rip to a legend

2 years today. RIP legend

We miss you Tom. Thank you for everything. God bless

Wow, such a nice guy, unbelievable he is not with us anymore :( so sad. Thank you for this tribute and for keeping his memory and legacy alive.

What a legend. Truly lived life on his own terms

We miss you tom

LOVED THIS! <3

Im memory of Tom Torero, I will become really good at daygame and fix my dating life. Watching videos since I was seventeen but never really started. In honor of Tom I will start and solve it or die trying !

I miss Tom Torero advices and new videos #Rip

His contributions were truly all round and deep to living life and to the "black sheep" lifestyle. The only solace in his death is that he now becomes a legend that never grows old. I will forever picture him in his passion wagon, by a Finnish lakeside, watching Butch Cassidy or Clint Eastwood whilst he reminisces on his opus of work, which was really trying to find freedom, happiness and meaning in life. RIP Hobo Hustler

One of the last articles Tom wrote seems fitting here. "A Thousand Lives 'I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves' George R.R. Martin I’m often told that pickup lacks soul or meaning. Casual sex must be like endless fast food binges. Empty, unfulfilling and cheap. Shallow hedonism that’s damaging and depressing. My last decade as a pickup artist has felt the complete opposite. It was always my aim to experience as many facets of life as possible before I kick the bucket. To “suck out all the marrow of life…and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived” as Thoreau wisely said. In the last ten years I’ve pushed things to the limit with girls and travel for this very reason. From aged 29 to 39 I’ve capitalised on my prime bachelor years to squeeze every drop I can from the thousands of experiences you get when seducing girls on the road. Sex is the aim, sex is the summit goal, but along the way the expeditions give you a thousand polaroid photographs in your mind that you can close your eyes and remember when you’re no longer chasing tail. I’ve accumulated more varied experiences than a Roman Emperor, an Egyptian Pharaoh or a Viking King, thanks to modern technology, travel possibilities and Game knowledge. Anyone who spends all day moaning online about how life sucks needs to appreciate how unbelievably lucky we are to live in these times. On a recent long flight from Finland to Singapore I scribbled down some of those mind’s eye mental photographs that I’ve experienced in the last decade. I see them as paintings hanging in a gallery, with me strolling amongst the halls of memory stopping by each one and recollecting. * * * * * I am riding a bicycle though poppy fields in the north of France. It is Spring and a French girl has taken me on an adventure a train ride away from Paris to go camping in the forest. We get the tent up just in time before a rainstorm that evening. Sleepy sex under the soaking canopy in a dark forest. * * * * * With an Italian girl I am in a yellow taxi winding its way through the neon night streets of New York City. We are canoodling in the back as the driver looks in his mirror. On a rooftop bar near Times Square we watch the Empire State Building glitter with lights as evening fades to night. * * * * * I’m on a night sleeper train from Moscow to Saint Petersburg. It is midwinter. Heavy snow outside as the carriages rattle onwards in the frosty darkness. Next to me lies a girl in a green dress, her long hair down to her waist. We’ve got a sleeper compartment to ourselves. She’s singing an old Russian folk song about a sailor lost at sea. * * * * * In the middle of the Bosphorus I’m on a ferry with a Turkish girl I’ve been dating for half a year. The minarets of Istanbul tower on each side. Seagulls are catching the bits of pretzel we throw overboard. The light is dappled and dream-like. Pulling into Üsküdar a dolphin rises next to the boat and disappears into the blue. * * * * * On a Dickensian rooftop in Marble Arch, central London, I’m leaning against a chimney with an Irish girl. We’ve snuck up onto the roof to smoke cigarettes and kiss under the cloudy night sky, hugging for warmth against the evening chill. We climb back through my window and curl up on the bed. She’s chosen this moment to lose her virginity. * * * * * I’m in Osaka, Japan, strolling through the neon alleyways with a Japanese girl looking for a place to play pool. It’s like being in Blade Runner. We stop in a tiny bar with only five stools and a moustached barman who’s covered the venue wall to wall in vintage rock paraphernalia. She kisses me as “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones comes on. * * * * * With a posh English girl I stumble out of a pub by Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London. We’re hand in hand crossing Blackfriers Bridge, the city skyline illuminated around us. I pick her up and sit her on one of the alcove benches, her legs around me. She takes her film camera out of her bag and snaps a photo of us, giddy from the cider and the lust. * * * * * I’m sitting on a sofa bed in a cosy Soviet-styled Moscow apartment wall to wall with books. A Russian girl is playing Tchaikovsky’s ‘Seasons’ on an upright piano squeezed into the tiny room. She’s wearing my t-shirt. The whole scene is both melancholic and erotic as she slides back into bed with me and we have morning sex without her mother hearing in the next room. * * * * * In an empty art gallery in Bergen, Norway, I’m with a tall Ukrainian girl looking at the paintings of Edvard Munch. She’s stopped in front of ‘The Young Woman On The Beach’ and I’m watching her watching the lonely scene. Later that evening we’re sitting on our hotel room balcony under a gloaming navy blue sky, wrapped in kisses against the northern loneliness. * * * * * With an old friend and wing Rami we’re riding quad bikes along mountain dirt trails in the Colombian foothills. Each of us has a girl’s arms around us. It’s a double date through the leafy jungle, the shades of green as intense as the emotions of the girls. Below us are coffee plantations and the air is rich with the smell of fertility. * * * * * I’m sitting on the mighty cliffs between Bondi and Bronte beaches outside of Sydney in Australia. An American girl is leaning on me, we’re kissing as the huge waves smash into the rocks below us. The white foam and aquamarine swells are immense. I’m flying on to Asia in a couple of days and we know that our adventure bubble will soon burst. * * * * * Mick Jagger is strutting his stuff in the hot summer night of Hyde Park in London. I’m with a Ukrainian girl watching the Rolling Stones live. We’ve been drinking beers to keep cool since the early afternoon. Everything’s giddy and merry and ripe. She’s wrapped her arms around me and is copying Jagger’s moves as ‘Brown Sugar’ blasts out from the stage. The night is dripping with sex. * * * * * I’m glad I’ve captured a lot of these moments on film so when I’m old and my memory is fading I’ll be able to look back at these videos and grin at the audacity of it all…"

Awesome dude. He's missed