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Rose Fessenden is a sight to behold. I hope she loves these photos of her as much as I do. Enjoy the weekend and say hello to your mother for me.
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So what happened is that I recently joined a cult. The leader, Cornelius, tells me that my photography is exceptional and that I should not be giving it all away for as little as I was. He had me increase prices for Zishy in order to up my contribution to the communal fund. Some of you hate me for it, but Master has spoken. What I am mostly bummed about is how my wife and teenage daughters are required to attend Master's night-long private lectures on Wednesdays and Saturdays. But as it is written, if sacrifice was easy, it would not be called sacrifice.
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
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.
"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."
"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."
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.
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.
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!
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.
Someone persistent has been requesting more Korinne Peterjik for the past few months. I totally understand their fascination. Her natural beauty and enthusiasm is palpable. The air in her dorm room felt thick with it. I created a job for myself that justifies visiting a college campus to take nakey photos of lovely young women. Certainly, I am swine, but I am of a genius breed of swine. Or maybe this is all part of Father's Plan.
I know today is a really important holiday in the US, but maybe some of you Americans will be able to spare a few minutes to appreciate Stacy Antropova. I am confident it will take most of you less than ten. Anyways, this is another contributor update brought to you by Victoria Minina. The curves on Stacy are quite perplexing. I asked ChatGPT to explain why other women are not built this way and it just said, Please send her contact info and social media. Odd.
Myra Glasford had half a swimsuit with her and luckily we were in a city where going topless in public is legal for both genders. Ooh, yeah I said it. Imagine if there were really only two genders. That would be so unnatural. Imagine if you went to a doctor and told them that you felt like a woman trapped in a man's body. The doctor then proceeds to schedule you to have your dick and balls removed, places you on intensive hormone therapy, and advises you to consider surgical breast implants. Yo doc, wouldn't it be better cheaper, safer less painful to fix my head? Can't you prescribe pills or therapy to put me in harmony with my body? Again, I don't know shit.