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Alevtina is back and smoking as always. This is a continuation from her previous update and includes a 4 minute bonus video. It is rare to encounter such a natural performer like Ms. Batman. Home run is an understatement. She sends it into orbit.
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"The magic of Zishy is that you can see how it looks to take out an adorable young lady in Argentina without ever leaving your studio apartment or parents' basement. At some point though, I want you to get your shit together and make it happen though for reals. Do it for all of us who are now spoken for, like me. Those of us for whom it has become essential to clear our browser history. Pathetic. Have a great weekend."
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It took patience, but I was finally able to meet and photograph Riley Nixon. She is kind, intelligent, and seemingly holds back nothing from the camera. She traveled to Austin earlier this year before the weather turned dangerously unbearable. Riley and I still broke sweats walking through downtown. An outing this extensive could prove deadly in the midst of July. We visited the Comedy Mothership, Joe Rogan's club, where they were handing out vials of horse dewormer. I am so glad that Joe has been de-platformed and that we are now safe due to the saintly work of Fauci and big pharma. Hail Pfizer! Two last things, the misspelling is intentional and a bonus video was added to the previous update with Jeni.
My absolute almost favorite model is back. This is when Gia Ohmy took me to one of her regular West Palm Beach eateries. We were eventually kicked out, but it was fun while it lasted. Apparently, a strict rule of theirs is to limit the use of the bathroom to one person at a time. Fascists. Anyways, we did enjoy Howley's BLT, minus the lettuce, plus the cheese. Or was it their signature grilled cheese, add bacon and tomato? Hell if I remember. I just know that Gia likes it indulgent and spicy. No complaints here besides her penchant for mendacity.
Happy Easter. Here is part dos of the lovely Gabbie Carter and our time at the Santa Monica Pier. We did not really go. This all photoshopped. I actually shot the entire gallery at a professional studio with three assistants on-hand. I love to slackline, which is what Gabbie is doing towards the end of the gallery. It takes time to learn and you must fail countless times before any significant success.
I would like to apologize to all my competition who sets out to achieve similar goals. Oh wait, there isn't any. Just the same, sorry for setting the bar so high. More than anything, I credit my persistence and wealth of apathy towards convention. You shouldn't be able to create such results with such women. I didn't care. I kept pushing and will keep on pushing. I love this land and I love Claudia Veneza. Viva Italia. -George Clooney
Hey hey. Today, we head down south again to admire Karoll Bolivar and her bright smile. It serves as a great reminder to try and do the same here in the first world. Have a pleasant Friday, or at least fake it.
I am usually not a fan of having as many nude women as possible in one frame, but sometimes it is good to try new things. This is harder than it looks. Stay tuned for a video. In the meanwhile, I advise you to stack sats. This is financial advice.
"Here we have over six and a half minutes of video with the ridiculous Samadhi Amour. She dances, shakes, and strips for all humanity to admire. I wager that this experience will travel to the far reaches of the internet for generations to come, as it should. I want my great grandchildren to behold Samadhi's beauty. And try to relax, this isn't the last you and I will be seeing of her."
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Hi, everybody. This set of photos is another Zishy miracle. I was walking down the street with my ol' pal, Oxana, and we were in desperate need for a location to fit the stunning look she was sporting. We serendipitously found the Hotel Monika. It was everything we wanted colorful, elegant, plush. It even offered plenty of privacy, so much so that Oxana was able to play their piano, demonstrate her singing chops, and flash me glimpses of her immaculate body. You will see video from this day in Oxana's next update. Guess you will just have to stick around. I think you can manage.
I am sick of waiting for my day to come. I am surrounded by skeletons covered in fat, sporting unoriginal personalities, and living on borrowed time. The one thing that gives me joy is meeting other genetic garbage that shares my disgust with these predicaments. I know it sounds absurd, but I am dying for one of them, or all of them, to rip apart my yoga pants, force open my hips, and enter-enter-enter me. Turn me into an airport urinal cake. Make me feel something. Anything. -Karine Jean-Pierre