I preferred the world that wasn't Wata or Chudai . I preferred the world where every face was different, not just two sausages for lips and facial masculinization. I preferred the world when collaborations were genuine and creators tagged each other in their posts. Now pornography tastes like a vegetable stew bottle, where the potato tastes like the carrot, the carrot tastes like the pea, and the pea tastes like the green bean. It's all a sour broth. Everything tastes the same to me. A soulless world, a perfect and empty reality, like an AI-generated photo.
Ufff yo también estoy en ese punto. Intentando buscar por todos lados almas que no hallo.
Javier on
Sounds like a black description of a grey day.
The industry you’re referring to as always been that way. Selling an illusion spinning around a thick “best” part of man.
Fast forward function erased plot & slow sex, now AI replaces real humans. You call it sour, soulless soup, consumers might cheer it as perfect illusion at a discount rate.
Jan on
Leyendo este blog me he dado cuenta de que tu belleza no es solo exterior. Me ha sorprendido tanto el fondo de lo que escribes como la forma en la que lo haces. Y digo “sorprendido” pues comencé a leerlo con ciertos prejuicios, la verdad. Me alegra haberme equivocado totalmente. Un saludo.
Pablo G. on