In the world of pastries and confectioneries, I am given to understand that there is an entire chain – a global one, actually – of fast food shops that specialise in selling extremely sweet and sugary treats that are designed to make you feel as happy as possible, right before they kill you from DIABEETUS.
Whether they are actually as good as advertised, is rather beyond me – to my knowledge, I have never actually tried anything from Cinnabon, so I shall have to take the word of my loyal and faithful readers on the subject. All I can say is, they are rather unlikely to beat out my beloved Russian pryaniki (gingerbread cookies, basically, with a very particular style and recipe) for the Best Biscuits in the World sweepstakes.
That being said – it has been a hot minute since we last featured a redhead, whether genuine or otherwise, on these pages, so I think it is time to rectify this rather egregious oversight. This is, after all, a site that provides free treatment to all gingervitis sufferers everywhere, and judging by the comments received, the treatments tend to be pretty effective.
So, on we go to the lovely lady of the week.
This here is Lilu Cinnamon, which is assuredly not her actual name, age 26 from somewhere in Slovakia. The fact that she is Slovak, means her actual name probably involves a roughly 10:1 ratio of consonants to vowels, it being a general rule of thumb that the closer you get to the Balkans, the rarer you find vowels to be in the names of people of those regions.
That being said, Ms “Cinnamon” here, or whatever her actual name is, has an OnlyFools page, and is a well-known cosplayer, which means – as always with such women – that the usual rules around Thot Quotient apply. To wit – TQ of 10, almost certainly radioactive, DO NOT touch, eyes only.
Happy Friday, gentlemen.
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Excellent thot. She didn’t need the fake mammaries, though.
As recenly as 18 years ago, Cinnabon cinnamon rolls, practically floating in nutmeg, butter, and cinnamon, with some of the best lemon-touched cream cheese fresh frosting in existence, would have beaten Pryaniki hands-down (I visited Russia a decade before that)
But, as with all things American, the moment a delicious treat turns into an institution, the bean counters immediately start reducing the costs of all things associated with that institution, and like a game of telephone, each ‘minor ingredient change’ that ‘nobody notices’ is cumulative.
Until you are left with nothing but a name people remember with nostalgia and a product that is absolute garbage and barely resembles the product that originally made the name great, like Popeyes and KFC fried chicken, Marie Callender’s pot pies, and Cinnabon cinnamon rolls, which are worse today than hostess twinkies.
Every restaurant goes through this evolution, and in the days of Biden and Odumbass, that evolution was sped up until you would see products crash from how delicious they started to how terrible they ended up in barely six months. It is a vicious cycle, because everyone feels the need to ‘leverage’ every decent invented product as quickly as possible and is left with ashes in their mouth.