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In part two of my evidently multipart series on cool things about being a contributor to Hustler, I hereby admit that the highlight of my Christmas season is opening the company’s Christmas cards (which I did late this time; I was out of town). This year’s was newsy, and boobless, which is relatively appropriate given the editors’ explanation to me that the magazine is not a sex rag with political content but a political rag with sex content. In comparing the card with last year’s, I’ve decided that I like my Christmas greetings, like my hardcore porn, to have both. Perhaps you’ll agree.
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