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Jagger is a Serbian lifestyle clothing company. It was founded in April in Kragujevac, where the headquarters and company's flagship store, is located as well.

Company-owned retail stores are opened in Kragujevac as well and Belgrade, while they have over 20 franchises in Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and Herzegovina; one in St. Petersburg, Russia; and one in Prague, Czech Republic. Their merchandise is also sold to other retail stores, primarily on Greek, Bulgarian, Bosnian, Montenegrin and Russian markets. Beside the main "Jagger" brand, the company also has an operating chain of "Jagger Junior" stores, selling clothes for the children and teenagers only.

Children's label was founded in Song lyrics by jagger -- Explore a large variety of song lyrics performed by jagger on the Lyrics. She is a master of the political philosophy of Sir Mick Jagger.

But you get what you need, she has an extraordinary capacity for figuring out what people need as opposed to what they want and knitting it together. I love Mike Jagger so much. I've always dreamed about this. I couldn't sleep knowing he would be here. Rick James parties the hardest, it was unbelievable. But he killed himself partying… He did an enormous amount of cocaine and alcohol.

He stayed up all night, every night, sometimes for days at a time… Mick Jagger took care of himself. Rick James did not… He and I were both born on February 1st, so we would have joint birthday parties together. Rick James partied the hardest, it was unbelievable. Rick James did not. Be good, deserve it, and abide by Mr. Jagger 's instructions. Top Definitions Quiz Examples Jagger. New Word List Word List. Means; gift from God which is very true is a procrastinator but will always get something done at the absolute last second.

Is very smart but often doesn't apply it. Girl 1: Omg isn't Jagger so hotttt! Girl 2: Ikr don't steal my man though. Daaamn girl you'd better not mess with jagger. Jagger is a sweet, kind loving guy who plays hockey and could get any girl he wants. And do not forget that all of the people with whom I grew up were American. Not only that, the housing development was called Oak Hills, and from our lofty Caucasian polis I could gaze down on the trodden peasants who worked the not-so-distant fields as I rode my bicycle on the bucolic oak-lined streets.

But the center of our socio-political lives was Castroville. Oak Hills was simply a bundle of houses. There were no grocery stores or gas stations, no post offices and no schools.

All such business was conducted in Castroville, where we moved among the Mexican people who lived in town. We shared a religion in Catholicism, even if some Sundays before we left my mother complained about the Mexicans standing outside and waiting for the Spanish language mass to begin.

I never attended a Spanish mass, but I learned Spanish. Always having had a penchant for language in all its forms, I took to the trilled melodies my classmates and their parents sang to one another. It was a secret code, or a puzzle, to break and solve. Because my school was predominantly Mexican I inevitably gained Mexican friends. Some days after school, instead of bussing three miles back to Oak Hills, I stayed in Castroville. I would amble the streets with my Mexican friends.

We played baseball at the ballpark and bought baseball cards at Ken and Sons Produce. We ate French fries at Burger King. My friends invited me into their tiny homes. Individual experiences have melded together in memory: a small living room with grandparents watching Spanish language television. Upon a shelf or in an alcove on one wall hung or sat a painting or a statuette of the Virgin of Guadalupe, and surrounding her candles and the withered black ends of spent matches.

Sometimes, my friends visited me in Oak Hills. More than once one of them remarked that my family was rich. We had a three-bedroom, two-bathroom home, and a large yard.

I met Christina when she was five years old, when my sister was the same age and they shared a kindergarten classroom. When Christina cried and my sister held and hugged her, and told her it would be okay, I poured Christina a glass of red wine and drove to Blockbuster and returned with Men in Black and a bag full of candy and the three of us laughed the rest of that sad night into memory. This year, at Christmas, Christina brought one of her handmade monkey hats for my infant daughter.

What I mean is, I have an intimate relationship with Christina. Eeeeeeee , what a bunch of jaggers, eh. I really had no room in which to talk shit. I had my own Mexican friends, and that, with my desire to learn the Spanish language, coupled with the social stigma of being white in a predominantly Mexican part of the world, made me wish I actually was Mexican.

I moussed back my hair and donned long-sleeved pointed-collared shirts buttoned to my neck. I wore Z Cavaricci pants and black loafers.