He used to run a muffler shop in his home town of Moosomin, Sask. Later he owned an industrial tools franchise, managed hotels and exported cars to the United States. And then, in the way of all success stories, he stumbled onto his fortune, which in Randy Jorgensen’s case happened to be pornography.By D’ARCY JENISH15 min
“I was walking along South Granville. He spotted me from his car because I’m sort of busty for an Oriental person. He turned into an alley in front of me and called my name. We talked a bit. He was the first trick I had when I returned to prostitution—that was after I worked for the phone-sex line.
For a film critic, it was an unusual assignment: rent some porn movies and review them. There were some snickers around the office—a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. At 10 a.m., the adult video store was mercifully empty. It was as big and bright as a Shoppers Drug Mart.By Brian D. Johnson6 min
Grimacing into the sleet gusting across the nearby Moscow River, Mikhail Vorotsov cradled his machine-gun and stamped his booted feet, chilled by four hours of tense inactivity. Nearby, two grey-haired women tended a campfire on the grounds of the Russian legislature.
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