This weekend I attended San Francisco's Somewhat Erotic Exotic Expo and Ball (see Fleshbot story) and encountered this movie poster whilst perusing the art at the Erotic Heritage Museum (where I met a woman claiming to be an erotic art appraiser), opening in Vegas next May.Aside from being a near-perfect likeness of me, the slapping man depicted about to put a beat-down on Lisa Baer (or Lisa Baker - after all, it's porn and this industry can't be held accountable for spelling - there's too many more important things to deal with) is only somewhat important.
Of much more importance is the location of the man named Coke Chain (or Coke Cain- after all, it's porn and this industry can't be held accountable for spelling - there's too many more important things to deal with).
I think the terrorists would have truly won if we allow Coke Chain to be lost to the ages. Don't let this essential part of our nation's precious erotic heritage die.
If anyone knows the wherabouts of Coke Chain, who probably played one of a carful of rapists in this Gail Palmer movie, please let me know.
Previously: Whither Steve Banan?; Whither Kiki D'aire?
See also: Hot Summer in the City , Hot Summer in the City review
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006 
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