Or write about. This morning I was writing laundromat porn. Tonight in the hotel laundry room, I encountered a male stranger as I transferred my wet clothes from washer to dryer. Luckily, he wasn't an entomologist.
Also: I shared my tale with pokershaman, who seemed puzzled. "Let me get this straight. Your friend complained about bad porn set in a laundromat, and you wrote her some more?"
I admit it. I am not just perverted, I am perverse.
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