When I was in my mid twenties I broke into a Porn store. It was a solitary little building right on the main drag and downstairs in the back they had two large barn doors closed by only a latch. So when I visited the store to look around, I snuck downstairs and set the latch so just a little work would release it. I came back that night and parked on a side street. I had a big burlap bag and filled it with magazines and movies and even a projector. This was before VCRs. The next day driving by the store a guy standing at the front door made eye contact with me.
The only internet porn I ever paid for was two months of Pictureview.
I m 1 cheep SOB
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