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I used to love the tart cards in London phoneboxes. It was interesting to watch the ebb and flow of fashion. For a while the law was stictly enforced, and they all vanished. Then they slowly started creeping back as handwritten adverts. Then the odd image started cropping up. Then it was basically extracts from porn magazines. I always preferred the vaguely realistic ones. But the best girls don’t need to advertise, eh?
March 26th, 2009 at 9:49 am
I used to love the tart cards in London phoneboxes. It was interesting to watch the ebb and flow of fashion. For a while the law was stictly enforced, and they all vanished. Then they slowly started creeping back as handwritten adverts. Then the odd image started cropping up. Then it was basically extracts from porn magazines. I always preferred the vaguely realistic ones. But the best girls don’t need to advertise, eh?