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​Alright, peeps! I finally managed to record something brand new for you, and I have to say... I was pretty surprised by the outcome!

​Vienna is hitting us with another heatwave, so school sent us home early today (with a mountain of homework, naturally 🙄). The second I walked through the door, I had the irresistible urge to listen in—which means you guys get to listen in, too!

​Roxie was clearly working overtime in this humidity. My baseline pulse was sitting right in the 90s, but make sure you watch until the end to catch the real gem. I decided to bring back the old-school shot glass method on a nostalgic whim. There’s just something about being able to apply that direct, firm pressure!

But Roxie did not play subtle—she went completely wild! I was honestly torn right between "this feels so ridiculously good" and "hopefully I don't trigger v-fib just because I was heart horny." 😅

​She settled back into a steady rhythm right after, resting at a nice 110/73 blood pressure. Pretty sure she was just reacting to my own rush of adrenaline and the cold glass pressure, but seriously guys... take care of your pumps out there!

​Much love,

​Checking in, pulse family!

​Sorry for the radio silence—juggling student life in my thirties means my sleep schedule is completely wrecked and my time is nonexistent. To keep you entertained while I tackle these study papers, I put together a quick audio montage of some favorite moments, plus a 6-frame check-in in.

As for the infamous ECG monitor? It’s officially a lost cause. Transit limbo won, but the refund hit my account, so I’m currently shopping for a replacement 3 or 5-lead machine based on your suggestions!

​Life moved a little too fast this evening. A sudden invite for a late-night dinner meant I had to swap my stethoscope plans for a frantic dash to get dressed.

​I couldn't resist overlaying a chaotic, racing edit to match the frantic pace of my evening. Consider it a little preview of what's to come.

​I want to know... what happens when the dinner date is over? If you found me in the kitchen later tonight, breathless, with my chest expanding at this exact, dangerous speed—how are you handling my rhythm? Are you calming me down, or are you trying to push the pulse ox even higher? 😏

Final beats…

You found me, unconscious, laying in the ground. Me chest rise and falls harshly, you could almost swear t you can see a rapid pulse in my neck covered in sweat.

“Finally” You think to yourself as as you pull out you stethoscope and press the bell against my chest. My heart beating hard and fast covering your ears with its faint murmurs…

You have been waiting for these for months now, since you discovered about my heart condition. Exchanging the pills with sugar induced ones, taking me to parties to drink, inviting me cigarettes and all to watch my neck afterwards. Lurking to catch it racing, and eventually skipping.

And now, the day finally came that you little experiment has grown its fruits… you can listen it yourself, to the damage you have made to your little toy.

My heart, tired, starts to slow down while your free hand caresses my breasts, the feeling of my heart failing to much for you to handle.

Finally, it starts stumbling on itself, loosing the rythm into a fatal arritmia till nothing but silence fills your ears.

What comes next? Will you fuck me? Do cpr to me as you do it? Shock me into life? Or just let my heart die as your fantasy finally realises… Ideas Ideas…

Maybe one day you'll finally see a pair of strong hands pressing against my chest. Until then, I'll keep sharing with you the art of dying... and not dying in the attempt.

As a photographer, I'm always searching for the best angles. I even use makeup to enhance the realism and appearance. I know you're going to love this one—it turned out amazing.

I always come here hoping to convince you to step into my room and support my content and my art—because that's what it is. I truly believe I'm good at what I do, not only because it excites me, but because I've developed the skills to make every experience better.

You already know how to support me. Thank you.

​Well, well, well... this heat is officially going to be the death of me. My heart is heavily pounding, and I’m currently hiding out like a vampire in my own flat. I mean, look at my skin—I burn in the sun and I definitely burn in church. ⛪🔥

I’m lying on the sofa right now, drifting, with nothing on my mind except a very specific daydream. I just want to pass out in peace, feeling strong hands on my chest forcing my pump to stay steady. Checking my pulse with a doctor's cold eye but a lover's soft touch. Giving me the literal kiss of life when my own lungs get too weak to function because of him.

​I'm drifting away... but that's not a bad thing, is it?