Someone decided to bring their blonde, fat ass and plus-size model body to Telescope. She must have been hauled in with a truck because damn, this bitch is packing. Her name is Marilyn Marie, but it looks like she doesn't have social media other than Telegram, she is basically a ghost. I can't seem to find her. I found a black queen called Marilyn Marie, and some other irrelevant chicks too! But this one? Only on Telegram.
If you are wondering why I am reviewing her, well... I'm on a mission. I need to talk to every single bitch on Telescope, get to know them and gain their trust, so I can later send them dick pics and not be judged. And I think it's working! This is Telescope bitch number 55, and I am slowly working my way to her fat ass cheeks, I mean heart.
You already know that messaging a Telegram chick is basically a death sentence. You hit send on your perfectly crafted masterpiece of a message, and then you wait 30 minutes to an hour for a reply. I already sent Marilyn a message in advance, told her that she is packing the booty, and I am packing the sleepy pills. Let's have some fun! I seriously doubt she is down to have fun, she doesn't look like a goofy person. I am judging only by her Telescope feed, but she looks like she is all ass, and nothing else. And apparently, she loves her goddamn kitchen? It's her favorite spot for jiggling her ass cheeks, which I am not judging, as long as that butt jiggles. I do need a bit more substance, just a teeny tiny bit more. Because at this point, I associate Marilyn with only an ass and a plus-size model.
Going Beyond The Ass
Jesus fucking Christ, man, it's getting frustrating. Marilyn not responding to my message is one thing, but her having no other social media is another. If I am going to be waiting for your message, at least give me something entertaining to watch. After digging for a while, I did find something entertaining. This bitch used to be in porno shoots, yeah, no kidding! I found her getting that plus-sized booty manhandled like it owed that guy money. But it was only that one video.
Do you know what is funny? That one video of her getting railed is probably the only thing I need to bust a nut and move on with my life. I can practically end this whole review here and move on. What is the point of waiting for a reply? Does she hold the secrets to the universe? Why does anything exist at all instead of nothing? Can a tolerant society tolerate intolerance? If tomato is a fruit, doesn't that make ketchup a smoothie? Wait... am I slowly going insane? This is the effect that Marilyn has on me when she is not replying to my messages, my brain starts asking questions... questions that hold no answers. I feel like I am in solitary confinement, and I am waiting for a chick to reply to my message.
It has been 30 minutes, and I have yet to see a reply. I should be more tolerant, right? WRONG! Why even have a Telegram account in the first place if you are going to ignore my messages? She has her phone by her side, I guarantee that! She has seen the notification, there are probably at least 5 other desperate losers such as myself messaging her. Why is she not replying? Is she anxious? Is this too much attention for her? She should've known that Telescope was not playing around when they grabbed her Telegram contact info and plastered it on their platform. She is bound to get messages and sell some titty packs. But there is a fine line between waiting for a reply and ENDLESSLY waiting for a reply. Like, after 30 minutes of waiting, it's no longer about getting a reply, you start feeling like a creep, like you are not worthy of her time, and that does something to a man, it breaks his ego.
Jorge On The Case
I was over here as usual, suffering my mental breakdown and existential dread, and Marilyn decided to grace me with her online presence and reply to my message. She said that I am smooth, and she is over there doing her thing. Now that is a hustle I want to see, she is fitting the vibe perfectly! She then asked me about my day, which was a bad move. I wrote her a whole essay about how my life is filled with work, masturbation, and existential dread when I get ignored for 50 minutes. There is a good thing that came out of my essay, she apologized for making me wait. Apparently, she was off doing something in the kitchen. I told you her kitchen is her favorite spot, she was probably twerking in there and filming another post for Telescope.
After a bit of back and forth, a few messages here and there, she was finally feeling comfy to ask about my name. I have grown to hate that question, I swear to fucking god! I have fallen into the trap, yet again. I always give a bogus name, but they ignore it and ask for my real name. This time was no different, but look, I don't want to waste your time, so I gave her my real name, just to see what happens next. Yeah, I violated my privacy for you guys, you better be fucking grateful! Sike! I never told her my real name, I said that my name is Jorge, and I sling tequila and love bombs with my cock. Do you know what she thinks about that? She thinks that I work too much, and apparently, I might have given her the wrong impression when I said that I slang tequila because now she thinks that I SELL tequila. Oh boy, at least she thinks I have a job.
Tequila And Partying
Look, I hit her with the main thing I was here for in the first place. I abruptly cut out our beautiful conversation about tequila and work, and told her to send me her naughty bundle packs, because that is why I was here in the first place. And she did! But they come at a high fucking price. There is a bundle pack of her in various positions, in some pictures she is spread eagle, in others she is bent over in doggy, and you get the full view, you know... the whole package. That bundle pack costs $14.29 or in Telegram stars currency, 1099. Is it worth it? Fuck do I know. Did you bond with Marilyn beforehand? I did not. So for me, this shit is not worth it. I wouldn't buy it, and I am not going to buy it.
I just didn't bond with her. I tried really hard, cracking jokes, telling fake Jorge stories with tequila and karaoke, all that good shit. You know what she did? Absolutely nothing. She had no stories to share about wild parties, no fun facts, absolutely nothing! I was not even looking for wild shit either, she could've told me about her favorite book, movie, series, whatever... just an ounce of personality. But I didn't see that from her, there was none of that. I felt like I was talking to my therapist while he is jotting down what I said, except my therapist doesn't sell me a bundle of nudes afterwards, he tells me to buy the sleepy pills and to stop drinking.
So what conclusion did we come to? Jorge drinks too much tequila and should stop partying! I am just joking. I would say my conclusion is that Marilyn is alright, not good, not bad, just alright. She is like the average Telescope babe. Doesn't respond on time, when she does respond its vague and dry, and sells me the bundle packs because that is why she is on the platform to begin with. I don't judge her, I just don't enjoy her presence. Simple as that.
