Back in the very early 90s, when I was about 9, I was lucky enough to befriend a kid who was a year or two older than me who showed me where some porn magazines were stashed away in some bushes at a retirement home a block away from my house. That was before I knew how to properly 'get into' viewing pornography (if you catch my drift), so I'd just sit there behind the shrubs looking at naked women with a raging stiffy in my pants until dinner.
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Thanks, Larry.
Porn was far more than a click away in those times
Larry deserves a 2 gun salute. A great American!
It would be just wrong for the entirety of HH to sign Xaviera's guest book.
And how about the opportunity to book a BnB at at Happy Hooker location?