Snow Day Sleeeeeeeaze
It’s Saturday, and I am at my office in a fucking blizzard. This is the second blizzard we have endured this winter in a city that rarely even gets any type of accumilation. The snow drift in our parking lot right meow is over my knees, and is apparently falling (still) at a rate of 2″ an hour, greeeat. So enjoy my little blasts of vintage sleaze through out the day.
Here is a vintage publication, Mentor. A throwback to the good ol’ days when being sleazy was an art, and didn’t require all the glitz and glamour of fake tits, pounds of make-up, and all the other garbage of today’s smut.
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