maleficent

I'm really quite intrigued that there's enough erotica in Russia to devote a museum to it. It's probably in someone's basement, but my twisted head has a pictred something the size of the Guggenheim filled with pickled penii. And on the lunch menu, nuttin' but pickles. Could you just imagine the gift shop?

(Yes, I scare myself sometimes where I let my thoughts wander)

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