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Jasmine Jazz reached out to us with a proposition. She was headed to an exotic destination in the South Pacific and she had a friend who could work a camera, so why not shoot some Zishy? Clever girl. Jasmine and her photographer only had one shot at this, so it had to right the first time. There are a few things I would do differently, but I am a neurotic bastard. You are here for beautiful women in provocative photos and that is exactly what Jasmine delivers.
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I meant to publish this update yesterday, but I am currently traveling across Europe. I will soon reach my destination, which may or may not welcome my western presence. We shall see. But after, there will be less snags in my schedule. Promise. Someone asked me, so you even have to work while on vacation? To which I replied, my work is so good that I dont need a vacation. Am I supposed to take a break from meeting and photographing women like Reina Rae? Cmon. I dread vacations. You know how hard it is to travel and admire the female wonders that I can not photograph in this way? Painful is an understatement. No matter which path a life takes, there is always plenty of pain to embrace.
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.
Lily Rader, one hot potater. She might do porn, but you'd still date her. The hair is blonde and she keeps it long. Akron, Ohio could do no wrong. At eighteen she was doing scenes, paying bills while haters caught feelings. Rader, the sex trader, doll-faced assassin, is what life made her. Lily.
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.
One of the most important lessons that my mentor imparted to me was never to assume that anyone I meet is actually who they say they are. We'll slide down the surface of things. Sometimes, I even convince myself that my own bullshit is real. I eat healthy, I am a mature person, I make smart decisions--all things that I believe as I stuff my face with greasy nachos and photograph a woman flashing me her breasts at a crowded restaurant in Arizona. Oh, well. At least my lifestyle has afforded an opportunity to meet hundreds of wild, attractive individuals like Rebel Tee. And at least I am let in on some of their secrets.
If it is true what some people say, that beauty is a burden and all that jazz. Then, Stella Barry's existence must be utterly miserable. Even though she is full of smiles and energy and can get away with unspeakable crimes, her looks probably cause Stella endless suffering. Don't worry, dear. Time makes dusty old raisins of us all. One day, you will be ugly and content just like me.
Brandy Gila and I made it to the nursery just before closing time. We went to areas we weren't supposed to. We did things that were prohibited, but no one got hurt. That is what a lot of my life has become discovering which rules are necessary and which ones are simply in place due to prior momentum. We are surrounded by gobs of nonsense, so I feel zero shame in searching for what really matters. Like Conor eloquently put it, I'd like to take this chance to apologize ... to absolutely nobody.
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.
Happy Thanksgiving, fellow gravy guzzlers. This year, Zishy is featuring a feast from Colombia. Here is Valery Ponce photographed by our contributor, Viky. Her bloodlines trace all the way back to the wonderful people that the Europeans encountered upon arriving to the Americas. Sure, they enslaved and massacred many of Valery's ancestors, but they also brought a beautiful language and religion in exchange for the reasonable price of obedience and gold. This year, I'm thankful that I mostly have mass shootings to worry about in these enlightened, more-civil times. Make sure you wear a goofy grin between mouthfuls of that boring ass turkey dinner. Tradition rips.
Today, I bring you your second dose of Vonnie Bean. This one is a little more potent than the first, so you will want to monitor yourself for a half hour after consumption. Vonnie is truly adorable and you will see more of her here at Zishy if you stick around. But if you don't, I totally understand. I know many of you need to start saving up for the next big Jake PaulJustin Bieber extravaganza. Or maybe you are eying a brand new tent for that prime spot in the park. I get it.
Tomorrow, I will bring you part two of this morning's photos. Claudia Veneza is one of the women that the others try to resemble with filters and wonky angles, as they contort their less-picturesque bodies on Instagram. Drugs like this demand a slow drip.
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