Pornafornia || Strange Things Happen In A Bar called "Sarajevo."
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Strange things happen in a bar called Sarajevo.
A young blonde is sprawled naked on top of a piano. She is on all fours with her butt in the air while a twenty-something-year-old in a full-body frog suit-- sauf for a hole around his crotch stands on an apple box. He’s not that tall, and that’s the only way he can get his schlong over the black mahogany.
It was 2001, a year when Jimmy Wales launched Wikipedia, Timothy James McVeigh was executed for the Oklahoma City Bombing, America experienced 9/11, and George W. Bush would arguably fail on his promise to clean up American porn.
I was 28 and working as a researcher for a British TV series called Vice for September Films. They were working on a series on the seedy side of El Lay, and my mission was to find characters, including madams, pimps, and drug dealers, willing and worthy to share their lives on TV. I didn’t have tattoos, and half my head wasn’t shaved.
’d started freelancing for Penthouse’s column, The Unrepentant Voyeur, so I happily went the extra mile to find fodder, putting myself in situations like spending a day in a madam’s den or hanging out on adult film sets in Chatsworth, California, also known as Pornafornia.
Before I continue, you may wonder about this departure from Pfizer to Pornography. Well, first off, I wrote this quite a while ago. Secondly, Big Pharma and Globalist Agendas have worn me out. I need occasional pauses, and as I shared in an earlier Substack, I’ve been reading Greg Reese’s book Sex Drugs and Om: An Autobiography of an American Yogi, and it inspired me to go to my archives.
Staring at the ugliness of the depopulation Transhumanist agenda and fighting this battle on the front lines has been exhausting. In any case, I’ve been peeling back the layers of this fake and phony matrix over many years. I grew up with a conservative Egyptian father and was pretty shielded from the world in Montreal, Canada, in the late seventies. When I arrived in America, specifically in Hollywood, I was initially fascinated by its underbelly.
Back then, I actively looked for stories to interject myself in Hunter S Thomspon style. The seedy side of Los Angeles was alluring, up until an SUV slammed into me in a crosswalk on Melrose Avenue, and I had a near-death experience. After losing my life — not so much. The accident changed the trajectory of my life in a big way. It was my initiation to discovering the truth surrounding Western Medicine.
But back then, I was still in my late teens and ignorant of all things Hollywood and Hollywood adjacent. I was focused on being a raconteur with juicy stories.
The voyeur in me stood in a corner of the Sarvejo set in near amazement at the surrealness of the scene. A bar with a frog and lots of extreme sex.
Brian Surewood was also gathered around the lucky piano. The porn star, who is now retired, made 1264 adult films in 17 years, which is especially impressive when you consider he was in jail for five and a half of those years. Surewood was charged with murder and vehicular manslaughter when an incident of road rage led to the death of a 5-year-old boy and serious injury to the boy's mother and infant sister.
But for right now, Sure Wood is ensconced in a warehouse deep in the valley about to shoot a two-hour triple-dick anal sex scene.