Over a million people want to see this. They want to see Bella. They want to talk to Bella. They would kill a man for Bella. I'm in the same boat. I'm no different. Do you know what Bella does for a living? She buys a cosplay outfit from Shein, probably unpacks it, and now here comes the mind-blowing part. She tries it on, then proceeds to turn on her camera, points it at the same corner of the wall, I'm not shitting you, the same corner of the wall for every video, then proceeds to stand there, smile, and do some innocent poses. And somehow, she gets hundreds of thousands of views. And I still get a goddamn boner.
Meanwhile, people out there are shoving shit for a living. Heck, some of them get yelled at by sociopaths, and you know, shitty bosses. Then they come home, play a single video from Bella, and they get aroused. Her body is so indescribably sexy that I'm getting turned on while she puts zero effort. What kind of brain-fuckery is this? Yeah, do you know what her next big career move is? Creating a Telegram profile so she can take our hard-earned money by showing us her skin. And the big boy is Telescope. Oh, they're promoting this shit. Meanwhile, my next big career move is convincing myself to get out of bed and brush my teeth. The concept of death chases me every single day. Meanwhile, Bella is out here sending titty pics to the Grim Reaper himself, and he's using my bathroom to jack off to it while staring at me with his big, pointy scythe. Like, come on, how unfair can life get?
Unlocking The Pics
I decided to dive into this. I'm sitting on my phone, like any normal person out there, and decided, "You know what, it's worth a shot. I'll text her on Telegram. Could be a time killer." So, I wrote just a simple, "Hey." Whenever I send a simple message to anyone, I feel crippling anxiety, as if a judge is debating whether I should get a life sentence or death row. And I shit you not, this woman took 30 minutes, 30 fucking minutes, to reply to a message that says, "hey." Bella, babe, I did not ask you to testify on my behalf in court. I just want to see a titty. But never mind that, she replied with the most genius answer that no other human being is capable of replying with. Like, how did she even come up with this? Pure genius. She literally said, "Hey, what's your name?" Bella... you're sexy, you are hot, but I did not expect you to be a wet cardboard.
Now look, I get it, I get it. I'm no genius myself. I never said that I am. And a dumb message like that gets an equally dumb response. That's fine. But I'm not sitting here to ask you how your day was. Bella, read between the lines, baby. You slap your ass and do cringe TikTok dances for a living at the same white corner of the wall. Just send me the pictures already!
I already watched your TikToks in the bus, and I look like a creep doing it. Please don't make me state my depravity out loud. Eventually... I caved in. I asked her to show me the goods, for a few Telegram stars (which is Telegram's currency), and I unlocked a picture that she sent me. And she was standing there in front of her mirror, cupping her massive tits with her elbows. They were practically spilling out. And I paid for this shit. Do you know what I use a mirror for? I use it to judge myself in the morning while I brush my teeth. And here comes Bella out of nowhere with her tits spilling out. And suddenly, I'm horny, and I want to throw money at her so she will show me more. We're clearly living two very different lives here.
Freedom Of Speech
Okay, let's take a detour back to the beginning. When you open up her profile on Telescope, you get to see plenty of posts there. Some are from Instagram, some are from Twitter, whatever. They're just there, so you can see who she is, what she does, etc. But next to them, there is a message and a share button. A share button. Really? Who the hell am I sharing this with? "Oh, boss, look, I found a cute-looking Asian chick with a body crafted from the goddess of lust herself." Huh? Do you want me to get fired? And the posts on her Telescope feed? They have these captions like "Get Unready With Me," where she proceeds to take off her clothing, obviously. But as I was gooning through them, I saw this one post that caught my attention immediately. It has a cringe-ass caption that says, "Bro, she stole my flannel shirt, so worth it," where she's wearing nothing but a flannel. Whoever that "bro" is, he probably bought this thing at a Costco sale price. And here is Bella, in the same depraved corner as her every other post, making a video, twerking in it. And she just made a hundred new followers that crept into her Telegram. Oh, and there goes another hundred bucks for unlocking a titty bundle that she just sent.
I know this may seem like I am mad at her, but I'm actually not. I'm just fascinated. If anything, I'm making fun of myself here. This deity is capable of bringing more passion to my life and a reason to live. Do you know how fascinating that is? I've been mugged on the streets and haven't felt a surge of emotion like this. If I knew of Bella back then, I would've probably messaged her on Telegram and told her what just went down, then requested a titty pic with the last five dollars that I have to my name. This is all fun and games, though, right? However, I do have to address the main issue of this whole ordeal. Bella doesn't do custom content, or at least not on Telegram. But then again, Bella is not a porn star. She is a social media figure whose main attraction is her tits and her ass. I guess it's not the same, though, or at least that's how she puts it. Frankly, I don't give a fuck if she's a porn star or not. If I saw her tits and I was mesmerized by them, I would make sure to compliment them, like any other regular human being out there. And I have freedom of speech, damn it. If I want her tied up, Shibari style, I should be able to say it. Whether she agrees or wants to do what I requested, that's a whole different story.
You Are On Your Own
Still, we're in the business of selling ass pics on Telegram. It's an unspoken rule that people are going to demand custom content. It's part of the game; Bella is missing out on a buttload of money, to put it simply. And look, there is not much to review here. This is Telescope. There are only a few buttons that you can click on, and everything is straightforward and to the point.
You're either here to send unsolicited dick pics to Bella, message her something nice, or request a titty. And yes, I can sit here and blab about my experience chatting with Bella, but you don't want to hear that. You only want the vital information so you can dive deep and witness Bella in her full glory. Well, here it is. Make sure you have an extra 30 minutes to spare because she will not reply quickly. And sadly, no custom content for you. Oh, and make sure you have some money on your card so you can convert them to Telegram stars and buy the bundle packs that she sends you, so you can jack it off like a man and not feed from the scraps. That's it. From here on out, you're on your own.
