* * * * * * WARNING: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ANY SIMILARITIES OR RESEMBLANCES … IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM … TO ANY LIVING OR DECEASED INDIVIDUAL(S) and THE PREDICTION OF TECHOLOGICAL PROGRESS …ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. * * * * * * The year that followed my 19th birthday was very difficult indeed. My utter fixations onto oral, manual, anal and vaginal sex conjured to give me bouts of orgasmic convulsions, complete with the involuntary ejaculations of massive loads of seminal fluids in my pants. Poor me had to wear adult diapers just to prevent the cum…

I was born in rural Quebec. I was only 7 when my dad perished in a car accident. They said he had gotten drunk and that he bled a lot. So much so, that the medics could not save him. As a young boy, I remember my mom working 2 jobs to support us. In time, she applied at the schoolboard and later, she allowed to type for the top boss at the board. By the time I was 14, I started high school I was way pass puberty, complete with the urge to ejaculate at least once a day.…

MY MOM PIMPED ME THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was sow 20, still living at home, still living in sin. I was in the shower with my mom. We were in the thrall is incest when she pulled her hands off me and said… “Philippe, you need to get a job ... Get an elevator attendant job if you have too, what’s wrong with that? It’s not complicated, besides you got to meet new people … I…

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was now 21, still living with my mom, still living in sin. My hours at the Vagiani had beed reduced. My job was still on, but I only worked part time on call. The maintenance Man … That was my new title. 3 to 5 maintenance calls per week, 5 hours per call. That was more than enough money. To avoid loosing clients. I auctioned the maintenance slots to the highest paying…

Okay, so check this out—I've been living in the privacy-wallet world for years now, juggling Monero, Bitcoin, and the occasional Litecoin trade. Wow! The thing that keeps coming up is the promise of convenience vs. the reality of exposing yourself. My instinct said "keep everything off exchanges," but then I tried an in-wallet swap and everything changed. Initially I thought on-wallet exchanges were just convenience wrappers for KYC gateways, but actually, wait—there are approaches that preserve privacy if you pick the right tools and flows. Here's what bugs me about most wallet exchanges: they pretend to be seamless while quietly…

Whoa! That first glance at my Solana wallet made me laugh and then sweat. Seriously? A hundred tiny line items, some dust, a handful of NFTs I barely remember buying, and a couple of SPL tokens that popped up after some airdrop. My instinct said: tidy up. But then my brain—y'know, the cautious one—said hold on, we should do this the right way. Okay, so check this out—wallet hygiene matters more than people admit. Short-term flips aside, if you plan to stake, participate in DeFi, or just keep a clean portfolio, you need an approach that balances convenience, security, and…

OFFICER CLARISSA was a bright new addition to the City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the police academy and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the big city. Her first series of assignments to park patrol on foot and some patrols in the downtown area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were the black gangs from the ghettos called The Boyz.The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for 10 blocks were a…

Okay, so check this out—I've been living in DeFi dashboards for years now. Whoa! At first it felt like chasing fireflies in a storm. My instinct said there had to be a pattern though; somethin' about on-chain flows and liquidity dance that kept pulling me back. Initially I thought yield was all about APY numbers listed in big fonts, but then I realized that on-chain context — pair depth, token distribution, and recent swaps — tells the real story, and that matters way more than a flashy percent. Here's the thing. Really? You can't just copy a high APY and…

Whoa! I was messing around with staking on Solana last week. My instinct said it should be simple for NFT and DeFi users. Initially I thought staking rewards were a neat passive income trick, but then I dug into validator behavior, inflation schedules, and fee dynamics and realized the reality is messier and interesting in ways that the gloss on onboarding screens doesn't show (oh, and by the way... UX choices hide tradeoffs). Here's the thing. Really? If you hold seed phrases in email you are flirting with disaster. Your seed phrase is the master key to every account you…

The morning after the hotel night still felt like a fever dream. Kiran could still taste jiju on her tongue, could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging bruises into her hips while she was bent over the backseat, tits swinging free, moaning like a cheap porn clip. Vikram had driven them the whole way—steady hands on the wheel, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror every time jiju told her to “open wider, baby.” She’d come twice with Vikram’s reflection watching, and once more when jiju shoved her head down and finished in her mouth. The driver had never…

The morning after the hotel night still felt like a fever dream.Kiran could still taste jiju on her tongue, could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging bruises into her hips while she was bent over the backseat, tits swinging free, moaning like a cheap porn clip. Vikram had driven them the whole way—steady hands on the wheel, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror every time jiju told her to “open wider, baby.” She’d come twice with Vikram’s reflection watching, and once more when jiju shoved her head down and finished in her mouth. The driver had never said…

I was in my early teens and I lived with my grandmother and in the summer I went to live with my aunt and uncle. my uncle was in the army and he would go over seas for months and come home for a couple of weeks and my uncle wasn't friendly and he had a mean side and when he was home .my aunt and uncle would fight and I would go into my room until things cool down and my uncle really didn't like me staying with them and my aunt loved me because she didn't have any…

Whoa! Okay, so check this out—token discovery used to feel like finding a needle in a field of haystacks. My instinct said the field was rigged, and honestly? somethin' still feels off about casual memecoin launches. Initially I thought fresh listings were pure opportunity, but then realized that most early gains are driven by liquidity games and not fundamentals. On one hand you can make quick wins, though actually you can also lose capital faster than you can say "add liquidity". Really? Yes, really—because the tooling matters as much as the strategy. I used to rely on a handful of…

Whoa! This thing about automated market makers keeps surprising people. Decentralized exchanges replaced order books with pools of tokens that sit there and quote prices algorithmically, and that shift changed how we trade forever. Initially I thought AMMs were just clever math and cute on-chain toys, but then I watched fees and impermanent loss dance around each other in ways that made my scalp tingle—and that taught me somethin' important. The truth is messier than the pitch decks suggested, though actually, wait—let me rephrase that: AMMs are both elegant and annoying, and you need to learn which side pays you.…