What is this recurrent Sunday afternoon urge to post pictures of scantily clad women? Of course, I do have a genuine aesthetic appreciation of what used to be called cheesecake, and maybe an extra urge to indulge now the Content Warning brands me as a degenerate, but I fear it goes deeper than that, all the way to a place were desire too easily spawns depression and all those seemingly vanished days when Sunday afternoon was the torn-stocking aftermath of Saturday night and intimate strangers revealed their hungover reality as they gathered their wits and their underwear and tried to remember each other’s names.
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The secret word is Recall
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