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When my friend/ex-boss at the record store would buy huge collections from people, especially really old collections, we would WITHOUT FAIL discover vintage porn in varying levels of explicitness hidden in amongst the vinyl.
One of these (a very elderly man who died at 90+) also had his own unique archiving/cataloging number system, pencilled on the back upper corner of each LP. When I would find these, I would always know they were his, and I always appreciated being able to erase the pencil. He had some foresight. I sold one of his records for a thousand dollars once, and I'm sure it would have gone for a lot less had he been doing his numbering in ink.
We didn't tell his bereaved family about all the porn.
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