Testing out the outfit for Cosmaniac tomorrow on Bangkok street. Did anyone see me? 😆 Menu in comment! Meet me at CM72 - CosMANIAC 4 28 October 2023 (SAT), 12:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m. (12:00 - 18:00 O’Clock) Meeting Room 3-4, 7th Floor, Union Mall Shopping Center, Bangkok.

I head the Market Access department at Truth Social, even though that is just another way of saying that I'm selling the head start. I provide the President with free access to 340 million Americans. I sell the ten seconds before the post to ten companies at a rate of $100,000 a month each, and the only thing I have ever needed to sell is the gap between those two figures. For most of the thirty years before I came to be here, I sold this service on Wall Street under forty different names. The name that I now use is the Truth API, and it is the most honest title that the business has ever had, and I'll explain why in a moment. People are always referring to this as corruption. I'm going to show you, step by step, why it isn't, since I happen to enjoy doing so and because my lawyers required me to memorise the terminology. Begin with the part that is solid. The President is not engaging in any form of sale. He publishes free of charge, for all people, at every hour, out of a love that I can only describe in those terms. The man cannot stop telling you precisely what he is about to do to the world. I do not sell his words; his words are free. I sell the gap between his words and your eyes, and that gap has never been free in this country, not a single time, not for anything deserving of being crossed. However, it is a mistake to think that this started with him; someone has always been the one to sell the head start. Thirty years ago I disposed of a server. Not the server itself, but the position: my client's order reached the matching engine a few millionths of a second before the rest of the market became aware that an order was in existence because the cage was 40 feet closer to the exchange's matching engine than yours. The exchange paid me for the distance. I charged a premium for it. No one regarded that as corruption. They called it colocation and included it in a brochure. Twenty years ago I sold two seconds; a research organisation gave the nation's consumer-confidence figure to its paying elite two seconds before giving it to the general public, and in that two seconds a quick desk could turn a coin toss into a definite decision. I also sold those two seconds. I have sold the lockup room, in which reporters hold the job report behind glass until the clock hits and a pipe that works quickly turns the embargo into a starting gun. I have sold the analyst's note before it appeared in print. I have sold my proximity to those who draw up the laws and then buy the companies which are the subject of those laws, and when they were caught they passed a law bearing their own name on it and continued to trade, and I kept on selling. People always manage to secure the head start. I am the most skilled at doing so that has ever existed, and the Truth API is my finest achievement since, for the first time, the source is no longer leaking, whispering, or arriving two seconds early; he is now shouting for free to everybody, and yet I am still able to charge one hundred thousand dollars a month for the ten seconds that come before the shout. If you want to call it a loophole, then call it one; I refer to it as artistry and I have the profit margins to win the argument. The point on which the critics are wrong is also the one for which I am most proud. They believe that a head start requires a crime, whereas it in fact requires the opposite. I have no use for a liar since he is unpredictable and I don't sell surprises. All I sell is certainty accompanied by a timestamp. His conviction constitutes my inventory. All I need to do is stand next to the loudest man living at the moment he exhales, and by so doing I have made the square foot next to him the most expensive in the world. See how much the exhalation is worth. He announces that Iran has agreed to delay. The price of oil falls by $4 a barrel before the wire desk has finished phoning the Pentagon. My subscribers are already in long positions. You pick this up from a push notification. They found out from the lungs. He announces that the tariffs are on hold. The market increases by nearly $1 trillion within the course of an afternoon. Now he has the role of the weather, so I sell the one umbrella that opens before the rain falls. Corruption is a favour carried out in the dark. I carry out my favours through a subscription portal, using a dashboard, a rate card, and a customer-success manager called Brandon who sends you a fruit basket as soon as your funds clear the first $1 billion from the feed. They took legal action against me, of course. A press foundation and a magazine, being very serious about it, described the situation as corrupt and unconstitutional in the headline. That headline resulted in the best sales week of my career. Nothing sells a table like a velvet rope and a judge standing beside it. This is exactly the point that I have been working towards in my entire speech, so I want you to imagine yourself in it. A head start is of no use if nobody is staying put. You can't have a fast side without a slow side to compare with. And you have already decided, in a comfortable manner, that the slow side is a pension fund in a state you have never been to. It is you. Throughout your life you've always been the slower part in a fast-paced trade. The layoff—that your vice president became aware of in March and you found out about in June. The increase in rent that took place the month the building changed hands, even though no one had informed the tenants weeks earlier. The plant closing the week after the executives had quietly sold it. The diagnosis code that your insurance company had already priced before your doctor had said the word out loud. You regarded all of this as bad luck. It was a product and it had a department; I manage that department. A shop teacher who has now retired, aged 71, has one entry on page 30 of the pension fund and each Sunday morning checks his balance while having a cup of coffee, since on that day the market does not move and he is able to look at it without feeling any anxiety. In the best month of my career, the month when oil prices reached $90 as a result of the blockade, he awoke on a Sunday poorer than he had been on Saturday by an amount greater than the sum he had earned in his final full year as a teacher, and he never managed to work out which sentence had caused it. He did not receive an alert because alerts are a paid feature; he obtained the figure in the same way that the slower side always does, in a complete and finished form and far too late to be anything but a matter of arithmetic, at the speed of a citizen, that is to say, the speed of last. Once a child who was sitting on my desk asked me whether it kept me awake. I explained to him that everybody receives the same messages. He replied to his screen without looking up, "They receive them only after it's all over; the delay is the result. You just don't include it on the invoice." After that he entered his figure for the quarter and stopped asking, just as all the others do, just as I stopped asking, just as you will stop reading this in a minute and go to check your own balance. My own money is in a blind trust. I never trade on any of it, and here is the beautiful part: I do not have to. I sell shovels to a gold rush, and the shovel never has to find a single flake of gold. It only has to reach the dirt first. I have gotten quietly, enormously rich standing perfectly still, in daylight, with my name on the door. All Americans have the freedom to hear the President's words, and the ten seconds prior to them cost $100,000 a month and are increasing, since there is no upper limit to the amount a person will pay in order to cease being a citizen. All people pick up the news, with someone always being the first to do so; someone is always the one to capitalise on that early advantage, and the only difference in thirty years is that at last I've discovered a source loud enough to be able to sell the silence that comes before him and charge for it as a subscription. There is a level higher than the one that I deal in. Although I have not been authorized to find out how much it costs, I know that it exists, that someone whom you'll never meet is already paying that price, and that on the day it becomes publicly known you'll see about it right here for free, many months after it has stopped being relevant. At the speed of the previous one.

Over the past month, there has been no shortage of headlines about struggling exchanges. Some of the founders involved are people I’ve crossed paths with. This is a sobering reminder of how unforgiving every crypto downturn can be. Most conversations today focus on which exchange survives or which project fails. But after spending the past month in the US and Europe meeting with Wall Street traders and institutional clients, I came away with a different perspective. What surprised me is that the institutions many people see as the backbone of market liquidity aren’t exactly having an easy time either. Many are going through painful adjustments of their own. A few observations that stayed with me: 1. The scars from last year’s 10.10 market shock are still healing The decline in crypto liquidity wasn’t temporary, but structural. Comparing notes with several institutional trading firms, even the largest venues have generally seen liquidity decline by around 30-40% since the market turmoil. Lower liquidity isn’t just about lower trading volumes. It also raises the cost of trust. Higher volatility, more fragmented liquidity and greater sensitivity to market manipulation have made institutions much more cautious about deploying capital. One lesson has become very clear: don’t overestimate how quickly markets recover, and don’t underestimate how long it takes to rebuild confidence. Everyone is repairing balance sheets. That process takes time. 2. Long-term conviction hasn’t disappeared, but the playbook has changed Despite a difficult market, institutional interest in digital assets hasn’t gone away. If anything, more firms are quietly preparing for the next cycle while prices remain subdued. The biggest change is how they think about crypto. It’s no longer viewed as a standalone speculative asset class. It’s increasingly becoming one component within a broader global portfolio. Multi-asset strategies, tokenized real-world assets, cross-asset collateral and hedged portfolios are becoming standard discussions. That also helps explain why some of the crypto trading volume lost over the past year is being replaced by equities, FX and commodities. Institutions aren’t leaving. They’re evolving. They’re optimizing for more stable, diversified return profiles rather than relying on pure crypto beta. Platforms built only around crypto trading may find it increasingly difficult to meet those changing needs. 3. More than ever, institutions want peace of mind From FTX to the more recent incidents across the industry, every exchange crisis has reinforced the same lesson: safety is the minimum requirement for staying at the table. When I speak with institutions and VIP clients today, the conversation is no longer just about generating alpha. Asset security, risk management and capital efficiency now matter just as much. They don’t want to put all their eggs in one basket. At the same time, they don’t want their capital sitting idle or becoming fragmented across different platforms and accounts. What they are looking for is fairly straightforward: transparent third-party custody, clear risk controls and an account structure that allows capital to move flexibly when opportunities arise. This is also why products such as rToken are attracting more attention from professional investors. The same position can provide market exposure, be pledged to access liquidity and be used as margin. The goal is not to take more risk with the same capital. It is to make every dollar work harder while keeping safety at the centre of the equation. ------- The financial industry has always rewarded scale and trust, and crypto is no different. I’ve often told our team that many offshore exchanges outside the top 10 group may not survive the next few years. But even being among the largest players is no reason to become complacent. Bear markets are uncomfortable, but they have a way of forcing everyone back to fundamentals. The companies that emerge stronger won’t simply be the ones that cut costs or survive another cycle. They’ll be the ones that manage short-term risk while continuing to build infrastructure, discover genuine product-market fit and solve real customer problems. That’s what we’re focused on. And I believe that’s where the industry’s next chapter will be written.

My girlfriend asked me one strange question three weeks before our wedding. “Would you still marry me if you found out I had been lying to you?” I laughed. I thought she was joking. “Depends on the lie.” She didn’t laugh. Instead, she looked down at her coffee and whispered, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I asked her what she meant. She changed the subject. For the next three weeks, she became distant. She stopped leaving her phone on the table. She started taking calls outside. She’d smile at messages and immediately lock her screen when I walked into the room. I didn’t accuse her of cheating. I wanted to trust her. Then, five days before the wedding, I found a hotel receipt in her car. Two nights. Paid in cash. I confronted her. “Who were you with?” She started crying. “Please don’t ask me that.” That answer hurt more than any confession could have. “Were you cheating on me?” She shook her head. “Then tell me the truth.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because if I tell you, you’ll hate me.” I walked out. I didn’t call her that night. The next morning, she sent me one message: “Meet me at the hotel.” I almost didn’t go. But I did. When I arrived, she was standing outside one of the rooms. She handed me an envelope. “Open it.” Inside was a photograph. It was me. Sitting at a restaurant. With another woman. My face went pale. “What is this?” She started crying. “You don’t remember her?” I stared at the photograph. Then I realized something. I did remember her. She was my mother. The mother I’d told my fiancée had died when I was sixteen. My fiancée looked at me. “She’s alive, isn’t she?” I couldn’t speak. She pulled another photograph from the envelope. This one showed my mother. Standing beside a little boy. A boy who looked exactly like me. Except he was about six years old. She whispered: “You didn’t just lie about your mother.” “You lied about having a brother.” I sat down. And suddenly, her strange question three weeks before the wedding made perfect sense. She wasn’t asking whether I’d forgive her for lying. She was asking whether I’d forgive myself for lying first.

【Blacked】Episode 1: My First Time with a Black Man (21:09 mins) 🔥 That night, after an intense session with Sam, he told me he had arranged for a fan single guy to meet me next week — and that it would be a big surprise 😲. Even though I felt nervous, I excitedly agreed. I asked him who it was and wanted to see a photo first, but Sam just smirked and said, “It’s a surprise. No peeking.” 😏 After dinner, Sam took me to a hotel room and had me change into my sexiest outfit. Then he made me sit on a chair and blindfolded me while waiting for the mystery guest. This was completely different from our usual routine… The sudden blind setup made me more and more anxious 😬… Memories of that bad experience in Thailand flashed back — the rushed hotel encounter where I felt disrespected and almost like I was being assaulted. My heart was racing with worry ❤️‍🔥 The doorbell rang. Sam opened the door, and I heard a deep, masculine English-speaking voice — he was a foreigner. As soon as he entered, he walked straight up to me. I was so nervous I could barely breathe, but I tried to stay composed. He began gently stroking my thighs… His hands and arms felt incredibly strong and muscular 💪 He continued exploring my body, but I still wasn’t fully turned on — I’m the kind of woman who needs kissing and intimacy. So I stood up, took the initiative, and kissed him 💋. The moment our lips met, I felt his powerful body and his surprisingly gentle yet dominant lips. Passion instantly flooded through me 🔥 When he suddenly spanked my ass hard and asked in a low voice, “Are you ready for BBC?” I was shocked 😱 A rush of nervousness, excitement, and thrill surged through my body all at once. Sam always plays Blacked videos for me, and I’ve long fantasized about those muscular bodies and massive cocks 🍆 When I knelt down to give him a blowjob, he finally removed my blindfold. What I saw left me stunned — a powerfully built black man with an enormous, thick black cock 😲… My heart was pounding. I was both intimidated and incredibly turned on 💦 And just like that… I experienced my very first BBC sex ❤️‍🔥 Did I enjoy it?
Watch the video and you’ll see for yourself — I couldn’t hide my moans or my orgasms at all 😩💦 ——————————— 【Blacked】第一集 第一次与黑人接触（21:09分钟） 🔥 那一晚和Sam激烈做爱后，他突然告诉我，下周安排了一位粉丝单男要和我见面，还说会给我一个大惊喜 😲。我虽然有点紧张，但还是兴奋地答应了。我好奇地问他是谁，想先看看照片，Sam却坏笑着说「这是惊喜，不能让你看」😏 晚餐后，Sam带我来到酒店房间，让我换上最性感的衣服，然后坐在椅子上蒙住眼睛等待那位神秘嘉宾。和平时先见面吃饭培养感情的流程完全不同，这次直接盲约，让我越来越不安 😬……想起以前在泰国那次匆忙的酒店单男经历，被无礼对待的感觉像被强奸一样，我的心就一直悬着。 门铃响起，Sam去开门，我听到一个低沉的英文男声——他是个外国人。他一进门就直接走到我身边，我紧张得几乎要发抖，却只能强装镇定。他开始轻轻抚摸我的大腿，那双手臂结实有力 💪 他继续探索我的身体，但我始终缺少那种被爱抚的激情……直到我忍不住站起来，主动吻上他 💋。那一刻，我感受到他宽厚结实的胸膛和温柔又霸道的嘴唇，整个人瞬间被点燃，沉浸在强烈的激情里 🔥 当他用力拍打我的屁股，用低沉的声音问我：「准备好迎接BBC了吗？」我整个人猛地一颤 😱！紧张、刺激、兴奋……各种情绪瞬间涌上来。平时Sam就爱给我看Blackeed的AV，我一直对那些健壮的身躯和粗大肉棒充满幻想 🍆 当我跪下来准备为他口交时，他终于摘掉了我的眼罩。眼前出现的，是一个极具冲击力的健壮黑人身躯，和那根又黑又粗、完全超出我想象的巨型肉棒 😲……那一刻，我真的像在看AV现场，却又真实得让我心跳几乎停止。 就这样，我人生第一次真正体验了与BBC的激情性爱 ❤️‍🔥 我到底有多享受？你看完视频就知道了——我完全藏不住的浪叫与高潮反应，已经把一切都告诉你了 😩💦

i texted my tinder date to meet me in the parking lot outside his job and fill my pussy up…. he knows i’m not on any birth control ahhh 😱 i’m so excited i’ve been craving a creampie so bad!!

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