Shmoobliher 🎩
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I even found photos from that photo shoot, but of course I won’t publish them – that would be completely unethical. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, a lot of plastic surgery… Plastic surgery is great when it’s necessary, but in this case… I didn’t just guess that they had a lot done – they mentioned it themselves during the conversation and were very proud of it. They told me exactly what was done and even showed me what she looked like before all these procedures.
She looked better before. I really couldn’t understand why – but hey, it’s none of my business. It’s what they wanted, so why not?
Long story short – everything was changed! I’m not exaggerating. Enormous and truly unnatural breast implants, butt implants, lips, cheekbones, chin, hair, ears, eyes, skin tightening on her face, legs and stomach, and something surgical was done to reduce her waist (I don't know what).
And the cherry on the cake is that our driver jerked the steering wheel and the whole car shook - hahaha... 1 reply
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So the guests were walking towards our van, and, well... they looked unusual. But hey, that's just my personal opinion - and since this story happened to me, I'm telling it like I saw it.
To be honest, I don't remember much about this guy. I don't remember much about him, except that he was way too pumped up - very unnaturally pumped up. His tan was as fake as his huge muscles. However, he was actually a pretty positive guy, and we didn't have any problems with him.
We all got in the van and drove off. After a couple of minutes, I noticed that my driver wasn't even looking at the road - he was staring at the rearview mirror, completely focused on the girl. Yeah, she definitely caught his attention, haha.
Now, I should mention that this happened about 10 years ago. These days, no one would even blink, but back then, it was something that surprised even me. The girl looked like she had undergone every possible plastic surgery that existed... 0 reply
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While I was collecting my thoughts this week and writing God knows what, a few small, fleeting stories that happened along the way while working came to light. Our photo shoots usually followed the same routine: I would go to the office, pick up a random request, and meet our driver at the appointed time the next day. We would go to the hotel, pick up the guests, drive to the location of their choice, do the shoot, and then bring everyone back.
The trips with the guests lasted from 20 minutes to 2 hours. And during this time, sometimes some interesting or rather unusual situations would occur
Here is one of them.
I arrived at the hotel. The guests were late, but eventually they left. Over time, I have seen all kinds of people - but some still manage to surprise me. I do not judge - everyone is free to do with themselves what they want, and this is completely normal ... But this does not mean that I should like it or that I should admire it. I don't judge what I don't like - but I still don't like it. Haha. 1 reply
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With all the stories about alcohol, dogs, and rock ’n’ roll, it was easy to forget that I was still working as a photographer for a travel company. Between all the adventures, there was a routine — but a good kind of routine.
Life in the Dominican Republic, compared to my home country, felt like a pleasant state of relaxation: endlessly blue skies with gorgeous low-hanging clouds, the sound of the ocean, and fresh, clean air. I enjoyed that much more than life in a noisy metropolis. Even though a place like Bavaro didn’t offer many entertainment options — especially after living even in a small European city.
On the other hand, even finding a good beer, especially a dark one, in Bavaro turned into a real quest. Back home, it was just a quick trip to the nearest store. The local Dominican beer, to be honest, wasn’t great — haha! There was even a legend about one of the brands, “El Presidente”: supposedly, the recipe was a gift from Hitler to the former Dominican dictator Trujillo... 0 reply
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Maybe some people thought I forgot to post yesterday — but nope, I just forgot to share it in this lovely channel... That tiny little channel selection button keeps slipping past me, and yesterday it totally got away.
So if anyone’s interested, the post is up on my page — you can check it out via the link below. Nothing special though, just some random thoughts. No wild adventures or stories about dogs biting my butt, haha :)
Haven’t quite decided what to write about next — all the really fun stories are kind of used up, and after those, writing about regular stuff just doesn’t feel as exciting. But hey, nothing lasts forever, right?
Anyway, here’s another post about nothing in particular — and a pretty picture to go with it. Hopefully I haven’t posted this one before… I honestly can’t remember anymore! 3 replies
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