BOOBS#337 + LINKS TO OUR TELEGRAM COMMUNITYThere was a time — not that long ago — when our ancestors would
raise their arms to the sky to ask for rain, good harvests, or for the flock not to wander off into the hills. They prayed, offered
sacrifices, burned
strange herbs and trusted the gods to be in a decent mood.
Today we no longer beg for rain or worry about surviving the winter. Most of us left the fields behind, but we still
haven’t stopped asking the gods for things. Only now we plead for
brand-new iPhones, for
winning lottery tickets, or for
a partner who doesn’t come defective from the factory.
And even above all that, there are offerings we still receive as if they were
pure manna falling straight from the heavens.
I’m talking about the
Boobs Saga. And when a new chapter drops, the only proper reaction is to celebrate it
the way the sacred was celebrated: with respect, excitement, and that little internal scream of
“Yes, fuck, finally!”.
So today, just like old farmers watching the first rain fall and knowing life was settling back into place, we open this new chapter of
BOOBS as if the gods had heard our
deepest prayers.
Bow your head and
raise your hands, because
the harvest is back.
And man…
what a harvest.
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As you’ve probably heard by now, Telegram decided to wipe out our channel — the one with
almost 30k followers.
Apparently they deleted
thousands of channels overnight, and ours got caught in the purge.
I’ve been thinking a lot about whether to
start a new one or just
let it go. It’s hard to put time and energy into
building a community only to have it disappear from one day to the next. But the truth is, it had already become part of my
daily routine, and I actually
miss sharing stuff there.
And honestly, if nearly
30,000 people chose to follow it, I couldn’t have been doing that bad of a job.
So, even knowing they might delete it again — in fact, assuming its
days are numbered — we’re
creating a new channel. Same idea as before: a place where you can access not only the content from the
website but also everything I share
daily on Telegram.
The difference this time is that the channel will be
private.
Instead of having a
readable public link, it’ll work only through an
invitation link.
Before, anyone scrolling through channels could
stumble upon ours and join.
Now that won’t happen.
This will be a
private space — a channel just for
ALRNCN friends.
I can’t promise how long it’ll last, but if you decide to join, you’ll be able to tell your grandkids:
“I was there, and I saw wonderful things.”
Here’s the link to our
new Telegram channel:
https://t.me/+vAE7W64u-kBlYWM0
TikTok made in ALRNCN.
AMATEUR FLESH: BBABY_CHOCOLATEWhen I first started posting
“Amateur Flesh” many years ago, I had the feeling —almost the certainty— that I was sharing something truly
genuine. The women in those posts, most of them anonymous, were exactly who they said they were. And what pushed them to get naked in front of a camera was nothing more than
curiosity,
exhibitionism, and that little rush of feeling unique for a moment.
But with the rise of
social media —and especially with the
monetization of everything— that magic slowly faded. Like old dragons, forest fairies, or witches from forgotten tales, the real amateurs have ended up as
legends, remembered only by the veterans who were here long before everything blew up.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m not criticizing today’s girls for wanting to make money selling what, back in our younger days, was pure fun. Honestly, it makes sense. It’s the natural next step in a world shaped by new technology and a new way of consuming adult content. But yeah… there’s a bit of
nostalgia in all this. For that time when we saw the internet being born, growing, exploding. For those of us who witnessed the
big bang of what the online world is today.
I still keep the tradition alive and publish
Amateur Flesh, but let’s be real: there’s not much “amateur” left. Especially now that there’s money on the table. And to be completely honest with you, I don’t even know if the photos I’m about to share from
bbaby_chocolate —or whoever is behind that profile— belong to her at all. For all we know, it could be some guy in
Oklahoma, sitting in his underwear and an open robe, running fake accounts, collecting real photos from all over the internet, and using them to
trap people and empty their wallets.
My mission is still the same: to bring you the best things I come across every day online. But now there’s so much content, so many sites copying each other, so many cloned profiles and recycled sets, that sometimes it’s hard to know if I’m showing you the
original… or just another
copy.
So do what we used to do back in the day: just
enjoy the moment. Like when all this was still a wild field. You looked at the photos, enjoyed them, and knew you’d come back tomorrow… and there’d be more.
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