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Undercover blonde
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thegreatunknown1469
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If I'm understanding it correctly, Kemono isn't set up to auto pull from Patreon. It requires a subscriber of Patreon to initialize a process to upload to Kemono. One artist that I like is still active on Patreon, but hasn't had a Kemono update since August 2025, for example.
rockstar115720
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There you go...
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rockstar115720
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I've got you covered bro!
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KidneyCracker
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Think Patreon relies on a subscriber sharing their credentials or feeding it the content in some way... plus it looks like it requires some manual push to run since nothing has updated for months. some with their onlyfans scraper coomer.
makoto shishio
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Undercover Blonde Ch. 21
20 de julho
Evie lay in the darkness of her bedroom, eyes closed but consciousness stubbornly persisting. The digital clock on her nightstand silently marked the passage of time, 11:47 PM becoming 12:23 AM, then 1:42 AM. Nearly two hours had passed since sheād first crawled into bed, yet sleep remained elusive, held at bay by the rapid drumming of her heart and the relentless carousel of thoughts spinning through her mind
It was Wednesday night, technically Thursday morning. Tomorrow, later today, sheād return to Elysium for her first shift of the week. The thought alone quickened her pulse, a pre-performance anxiety that had grown rather than diminished with experience. Each return to Elysium now carried greater significance, more complex relationships to navigate, higher stakes.
Her mind refused to quiet, instead replaying the events of the past week in vivid detail.
Last Thursday, she had passed the fourth test, the fake Reynolds assassination plot. She remembered the near-euphoric relief of discovering she wasnāt about to be executed, the validation from Damien that she had proven her loyalty. That single conversation had transformed her status within the organization, cementing her position in ways that would have otherwise taken months.
Friday night, sheād wrapped her hands around Richard Harringtonās cock and stroked him to completion while other dancers engaged in even more intimate activities nearby.
Saturday night, sheād kissed Michael Laurent, her body responding to his touch before sheād pulled away, confused by her own desires.
Then Sunday, the shock of seeing Lexi in the limousine as Victorās date, the cocaine at Harringtonās party, the explicit display upstairs. And finally, Damien Maddox naked in her bed, inside her body.
Mondayās debrief had devolved into open hostility, her confrontation with Lexi about Victor escalating until Grant had been forced to intervene. The hypocrisy of her handlerās criticism felt even more infuriating in retrospect. Lexi had spent potentially years with Victor Maddox, apparently with full authorization, yet continued judging Evieās far less significant compromises.
Evie pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. The chronological catalog of events provided structure but no resolution to the turmoil inside her. The density of transformation within the past week overwhelmed her attempt at mental organization. She had become someone else, step by step, choice by choice, compromise by compromise. The cumulative effect was a woman her previous self wouldnāt recognize...
20 de julho
Evie lay in the darkness of her bedroom, eyes closed but consciousness stubbornly persisting. The digital clock on her nightstand silently marked the passage of time, 11:47 PM becoming 12:23 AM, then 1:42 AM. Nearly two hours had passed since sheād first crawled into bed, yet sleep remained elusive, held at bay by the rapid drumming of her heart and the relentless carousel of thoughts spinning through her mind
It was Wednesday night, technically Thursday morning. Tomorrow, later today, sheād return to Elysium for her first shift of the week. The thought alone quickened her pulse, a pre-performance anxiety that had grown rather than diminished with experience. Each return to Elysium now carried greater significance, more complex relationships to navigate, higher stakes.
Her mind refused to quiet, instead replaying the events of the past week in vivid detail.
Last Thursday, she had passed the fourth test, the fake Reynolds assassination plot. She remembered the near-euphoric relief of discovering she wasnāt about to be executed, the validation from Damien that she had proven her loyalty. That single conversation had transformed her status within the organization, cementing her position in ways that would have otherwise taken months.
Friday night, sheād wrapped her hands around Richard Harringtonās cock and stroked him to completion while other dancers engaged in even more intimate activities nearby.
Saturday night, sheād kissed Michael Laurent, her body responding to his touch before sheād pulled away, confused by her own desires.
Then Sunday, the shock of seeing Lexi in the limousine as Victorās date, the cocaine at Harringtonās party, the explicit display upstairs. And finally, Damien Maddox naked in her bed, inside her body.
Mondayās debrief had devolved into open hostility, her confrontation with Lexi about Victor escalating until Grant had been forced to intervene. The hypocrisy of her handlerās criticism felt even more infuriating in retrospect. Lexi had spent potentially years with Victor Maddox, apparently with full authorization, yet continued judging Evieās far less significant compromises.
Evie pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. The chronological catalog of events provided structure but no resolution to the turmoil inside her. The density of transformation within the past week overwhelmed her attempt at mental organization. She had become someone else, step by step, choice by choice, compromise by compromise. The cumulative effect was a woman her previous self wouldnāt recognize...
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