AMATEUR FLESH: 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐚It’s Friday. And few things give me as much
professional satisfaction as wrapping the week with a pair like
Crimson’s.
It feels like coming home with a
winter-ready trophy, like
burying a game-winner in the final minute, like
closing a deal that seemed impossible,
acing an exam you barely studied for, or
taking the last sip of a drink that hits just right.
That sweet feeling of knowing the week isn’t just done—it’s been finished in the best possible way.
We’re clocking out with everything on point, smiles on, and the promise—and the hope—that we’ll be back on Monday with more and better.
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The toxic one always shows up to ruin it.
PLAYING ON THE EDGE. PART 6The Instagram algorithm is like that
annoying friend who, once they find something new, won’t stop repeating it over and over. And here I am, stuck for days in this loop: girls showing off a product to the camera, covering a nipple with it… then one wrong move and
half a second of full exposure. That’s the trick — that tiny instant, that accidental tease that makes it all so tempting.
It’s not that these videos bother me —I’d be lying if I said they don’t have their charm— but the problem is that my Instagram has become
completely obsessed. It’s like it’s telling me: “You wanted boobs?
Here, have boobs. Non-stop.” And I’m just like: “Alright, thanks, but I’d also like to see something else, you know?”. It’s that
saturation point where the joke stops being funny and you start begging the algorithm for a break.
So here’s the
sixth chapter of
Playing on the Edge. I’m sharing it with mixed feelings: on one hand, the game is still spicy enough to keep going; on the other, I really hope the algorithm finally
lets go of my arm and shows me something different. Because yeah, boobs are great, but
life has more channels than just this.
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Led Zeppelin or...
Pink Floyd?