I've always liked TV whores, both in a purely sexual way and in a more... existential way, let's say. The TV whore isn't just there to excite us; she's also supposed to inform us, and that's the most exciting part for me. She's supposed to be the bridge between the message and us; this makes her a token, a representation of the report. And so she becomes the embodiment of journalism, using her body as a medium. Therefore, TV whores and actress whores aren't so different.
The bodies of TV whores are essential; they must be as perfect as their bodies can handle. This doesn't mean that the whores must be perfect on some transcendent, meaningless level. No, the bodies of TV whores must serve the report, they must be consistent with the subject matter. But never without leaving aside the sexuality and sensuality of the whore. It's complex, I know, but there's a sensuality in the very act of presenting a report. Being the spokesperson, the intermediary, and this should always be exalted.
I've always enjoyed watching TV whores, especially the ones on news programs. I even had a collection of VHS tapes of the best whores in the best news programs. I had one where a beautiful brunette narrated the Bosnian War. And of course, the classic weather whores.
I have a vast collection of weather whores, from Argentine whores to Iranian, Chinese, and Kazakhstan whores. They all masterfully combine body, clothing, voice, and interpretation.
Weather whores are generally the hottest TV whores. They have the advantage of almost always presenting their shows standing up, which gives us a full view of their bodies. But I still prefer the good old-fashioned reporter, who narrates world news with her sensitivity and sexuality.
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Turkish TV whore |
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a Lebanese TV whore |
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Lebanese TV whore |
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Jordanian TV whore |
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an Argentinean TV whore |
I'd like a collection of these whores. They'd stand in the corners of my living room like beautiful, living mannequins, ready to tell me the world news while I smoke a cigar. They'd have teleprompters in their ears, where the reports and news would be played to them in real time. At night, I'd sit in my living room and each of these TV whores would make their presentation directly to me. After the reports, I'd leave them there, standing like living mannequins. Sometimes I'd choose one or two for a good rape, but they'd always have to maintain their TV whore persona.
We could do game shows with the other slaves in my collection, like sex and BDSM contests, where the best ass-fucker wins a beautiful red strap-on to fuck whoever she wants. Or a contest where each whore has to rape a random whore as best she can. I can already imagine some of them as judges and saying, "I liked how you fucked her ass, but your way of raping her pussy was uninspired, so I give you an 8.7."
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