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Used to be, there were a lucky few who got to write blurbs for trashy paperbacks:
No man could satisfy her. Four men tried to tame this wildcat who knew no end to the daisy-chain game of sin savagery... until she met a woman as explosive as herself. Together they stormed into an arena of perverted pleasures that knew no parallel except in hell. -- I Want You, by Lester Lake
Nowadays, I think they hang out in AOL chat.
Posted by Ted at October 6, 2005 04:14 AM | TrackBack