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Sandfly: The art of joy - naked free flesh abandoned to the elements, and to the Sandfly. Though the years plough by the thrills stay high and hedonistic, rampant bliss across the sands when the girls come out to play. Satisfy your soul with the Sandfly's ubiquitous presence, breathe in the scent of delicious strange pussy on public display. You are here. One degree removed. My eyes are yours. This is Virtual Insanity, we're playing the Dionysus god game, a role-player where the Sandfly won all the boss-battles over the years and straddles all media platforms of the era; the app of the age; the origin of the genre; the latest fad and the enduring classic... Some heroes never die. Is everybody in? ...
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Sandfly: There came through the years the collective voice of rage and ruin, cloaked as they were in hypocracy, decency and outrage, those trolls with their halitosis of hate to condemn the joy. But still HE rose, trailing glories, unforgettable honeydrips of glorious sun-drenched hyper-reality that lit the trail beneath HIM like swathes of ecstatic firebugs. And on HE climbed, that 'Fly, through a decade and more of devilment and moonshine. Scorched raw, they were, those tarantulas of malice, by the glare of his ego and relentless force of brevity. Such sights to show the seekers, gathered from all tendrils of the web to absorb the vicarious and in return validate the raison d'etre of the ineffable, unconquerable, diaphanous metaphysical physician; that myth, that legend, that Sandfly. Forever.