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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!
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I am finally on the mend from COVID. I bet I transmitted it last week from that goddamn senior citizen who delivered my food without a mask. Or maybe it was from one of the rotten children who play care-fee at the park where I perform my Tai Chi. Sure, I always wear double N95's but nothing is perfect. It befuddles me how many morons out there think it is still 2019. I just wish people were more considerate. But do not worry, gang. I will be back in full swing next week. Already brainstorming new locations for public smut. BTW, I did get a chance to add a bonus video to the update from 3 days ago.
'Welcome to Miami, bitch' is what Will actually told Chris right before his infamous slap. And now I understand. Miami plays by its own rules. It is in America, but barely. Surprisingly, this was my first time shooting in the city. Kelsey was around and finally without those cursed lash extensions, so I said let's go! The guy on the rooftop is a random onlooker who wouldn't give us our privacy. He wanted Kelsey's number, but when he couldn't get that, he solicited us for weed. Sorry, my guy. Stay tenacious.
Balboa Park in San Diego is a lovely setting for portraits. I recommend that you go early in the morning before swarms of sweaty, overweight tourists arrive to obstruct the picturesque backgrounds. Onna Metcalf has a shy demeanor that had me assuming she'd be unable to pull off risky shots in public. Onna is quiet and generally keeps her emotions to herself, but one thing she is not is risk-averse. Let's all take this Monday, lay it on its back, pull its Amazon Essentials panties to the side, and remind it who is boss.
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.
If you want to witness the decline of the American Empire first-hand, go visit a shopping mall or a retail box store today. These places are not long for this world. The veneer of consumerist bliss is now showing major cracks. As a celebrationcommemoration, Lila Love tried baring her crack for us at a local Target. This girl is adorable and her fake name suits her perfectly. She constantly looks like she's falling in love.
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Do you remember Michele James? You know, the sweet girl that I went to that art gallery with in Pittsburgh. Well, she's back and she's lovely. She smiles as if the pool at her gym finally reopened. She smiles as if they stopped printing money like it was actually linked to something of value. She smiles because she lives in a state where you are not required to show proof of vaccination just to eat at Fuddruckers. Michele made me forget about all of life's BS for about five minutes today. And that's gotta be worth something, right? Here at Zishy, I never ask you to like, but if you subscribe, I promise to keep bringing you women who make you smile.
I met you at JC Penney. I think your name tag said Meadow. I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum. Somehow I knew you were lookin' for some. Like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin'. I wouldn't do you like that Zankou Chicken. Cause only you've got a thing that I just got to get with. I just got to get with you. And you know what we're gonna do Zishy! Thanks for the lyrical help, Beck. And especially thanks to Meadow Brink for searing some fantastic memories into my mind.
"Our contributor, Anthony, is back with Lady Noire in Portland. The pair went to the botanical garden and got exquisite photos of ducks and flowers. Noire forgot to wear underwear but I can't fault her for that. They would have been awkwardly visible under her tight beige dress. We wouldn't want that. The list of things to be thankful for grows everyday. Don't get stuck bitching about life."
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Some people say that America is the most free society on Earth. I don't know about all that. I just know that it feels more restrictive everyday. Fear wants to control me at every turn. I can't even say what I truly feel half the time. Some people think the president is the main issue. I think they're missing the point. Everything is changing and everyone is scared. But I'm not dead yet and don't plan to be anytime soon. I still gotta break a billion on this fucking Candy Crush game. I still gotta publish all my photos of Barbie Qu and the other deviants. Free or not, I'm going to have some damn fun. Everyone else, please follow all the rules. Thanks.
As promised, here is all I got left of Ira Sedina. For now. Thanks for being here.