Back in the early 90's when I was just a young shaver of like 24, my wife used to have a little cottage business of doing personalized videos and photosets that we marketed throught swinger's magazines (this was the days before the interwebs). Some of the mail she used to get was fucking fantastic. Dudes in prison, creepy fetish dudes, dudes who'd show up at the mailbox place where she'd pick up the mail. I'll hunt around and see if I can find any of the letters and transcribe them here.

No, I wasn't a suitcase pimp. We both had real jobs and she was doing this for a little extra cash and to work out some exhibitionist tendencies. Although it did put a new roof on our house.

Barry