If it was fall of 2008, that could have been the first eXXXotica in NJ. Last minute venue change, my ex and I went on a whim after dinner and drinks. Place was dead empty on Friday night. Sasha was standing around talking to 2 dudes. When they left I snapped a pic of her and my ex. Cost me a Hitachi to get my ex to agree.

The next year, a pig like Bree Olsen had a 1/2 hour line to sign shit. Pff. I wouldn't wait 2 minutes to spit in her face.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral