Our starlets are carnal explorers who thirst for new experiences. These beautiful fuckers yearn for unique pleasures. Every hole is open for exploration. The carnal acrobatics performed by these stunning sluts are dances of discovery. Each insistent push of a prick into their velvet shitholes is a rebirth, the sting of hot semen on their cheek a baptism into a world of satisfaction.
Stranger Things season 4 ups the ante to the max! The show’s scope has been expanding for the past three seasons, and boy do they give us a spectacle to behold. As much as I love spectacle, this season occasionally buckles under the weight of its own ambition.
The "Daredevil" renaissance is finally upon us! As we return to the Netflix show, let's take a look at the ways the show gets blindness right and wrong.
In honor of AANHPI Month, let's celebrate Filipina-American pop star Olivia Rodrigo and her love of horror movies.
Richard speaks with Dia Frampton about some of her experiences with acting and music.
It took writers D.B Weiss and David Benioff two years to give us a promising final season. Two. Years. It was just going to be six episodes, which was short considering that all the other seasons — except season 7 — were 10 episodes. 10. 6 wasn’t enough, and even HBO wanted to give the writers more episodes. More seasons, even. However, the writers wanted to get out of the show as quickly as possible to work on other projects. This abruptness is clearly shown in this season.
I came across Urchin by chance and decided to watch it because of the title. It made me think of the spiky animal that lives at the bottom of the ocean, and the old Dickensian novels, where an urchin was an orphaned, homeless child in shaggy and dirty clothes.
