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"She is rare like a solar eclipse. We will call her Vaemis Kory and this is her intro. More to come for sure. Try to keep it together, boys."
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Here is our finale with two Colombians that could blow the socks off of any hombre. I am glad that our contributor, Viky, was able to spend ample time with Rosa and Zaheera. My goal was to do justice to these young women's natural beauty and authentic friendship. It took a few tries, but it was worth the extra pesos. By the way, I'm not going to be wearing a mask again any time soon. So just go ahead and cancel or crucify me now. Thanks. httpswww.youtube.comwatch?vFK-ZyUjgFBI
Sofi Ryan makes an excellent date to a wedding. She knows how to put down the champagne, how to light up the dance floor, and how to make grandpa feel alive again below the waist. Enjoy Sofi and more importantly, enjoy your Saturday.
This was a wonderful day that came as a surprise. I was in Portland for my uncle's funeral, so the circumstances weren't great. Patsy Ford invited me to her place and lifted my spirits with her charms. Part 2 with bonus video coming tomorrow. Have a great weekend.
"It was the kind of day that made you wish for a cold mimosa instead of boots, but here I was, trudging up a dusty trail with this nature freak. My buddy, a wide-eyed optimist named Zach, had dragged me out here, saying it’d be “good for my soul.” I figured I’d have a better chance of saving my soul with a binge-watch and a nap, but what the hell, why not? The sun was an unforgiving bastard, beating down on us like we owed it money. Zach, of course, was practically skipping up the trail, pointing out birds and plants that seemed half dead due to the heat. “Look, BB! A Pickerel Frog!” he exclaimed, like I gave a damn. At least I didn't have to live in this giant oven called Texas."
Part two of Angel Youngs' most recent update. Sometimes I am punctual. Mostly I am not. If Angel was a moment, she'd be that time you were drinking with your buddies in high school and you didn't give yourself a chance to overthink it, you said fuck-it and attempted a backflip for the first time. Go, Angel!
"September. The calm before the storm. I remember going to Kyiv. It felt like Russia, but freer. It had it's rough edges too, a seedy underbelly, yet the people somehow appeared more optimistic. Things were heading in the right direction, even if slowly. Pretty sure that's all gone now. I hope I will get to return. I hope I get to meet more people like Nika."
I brought these two friends to a 'secret' spot along the river. Moon had to twist Suzie's arm a bit to join in on the fun. With a location like this, on a day like this, I can imagine how hard it was for Suzie to refuse. Perhaps free will truly is an illusion. Perhaps our lives are novels that we simply find ourselves in the middle of. Regardless of our choices and desires, the plot will unfold as written. We are not in control. More from this magical setting eventually. That is the plan, anyway.
Tracy Maura enjoyed splashing around after a hot afternoon in Phoenix. This girl had a great time shooting until she accidentally sent the GPS location to her jealous boyfriend. Way worse than a butt dial. Luckily, Mr. Insecure was out of town.
I love the nature in this region. I love that there are still places where you can gather fruit and herbs straight from the wild. I love that there are unpaved roads here. I love not having a cell phone signal. I love the lakes that we swim in and pull life out of. I love the clean drinking water that literally seeps from the ground. I love calling it a night shortly after the sky darkens. I love waking when the sun begins lighting up the horizon. Whoever said it was right. I probably have gone mad, but mostly because the bulk of my life is removed from the natural elements. How about yourself? How long has it been since you plucked a wild blackberry? P.S. I fucking hate mosquitoes.
Damn, Zach. It is hella cool that you made this job for yourself. I go to work everyday, dreading existence. I have begun a gradual process of poisoning myself. As part of my daily routine, I take a dropper of hydrochloric acid and give my coffee a generous squirt. I started out only adding a drop or two, but over the past few weeks I have built up to a much higher dose. The tummy tingle is an oddly pleasant sensation. Anyways, let me know if you ever need an assistant or something, it could be a real gamechanger for me. If not, I totally understand. Perhaps you could at least introduce me to Maddie Crump. Thanks in advance. -George Tipcorn
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"Sometimes it is absurd how beautiful a woman can be. This is one of those times. I realized that I never posted part two of this series with Amber Moore, such an awful crime that I hope you can forgive. My library is deep and ever-growing with untold marvels that the world MUST see. But there is only one me. One curator. One smutty professor. This is the only way I know how to bring consistent quality to a site like Zishy. I have go slow, stay small, and not chase the common denominator. Thank you for not being the common denominator. And it just occurred to me that there is a generation of adults that was born after ""Eyes Wide Shut"" was culturally prevalent. Check it out. It's a great holiday film. I will add a bonus video by the end of tomorrow."