When I was 13 years old, I found a video in my father's dresser drawer. I wasn't snooping, I was just ... snooping.
The video was labeled "Smutty Movie" in that same precise, slanting-backwards engineer printing that I grew well able to imitate. I popped it into the VCR.
The title was not "Smutty Movie." It was "Insatiable," and Marilyn was smokin' hot. I won't say I was innocent up until that moment, but I sure walked out of there with wider eyes.
RIP, Ivory Snow lady.
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