I have a fucking huge Italian four-sheet poster (an original) for EMANUELLE IN AMERICA. It used to adorn my hallway when I was free and single. The wife won't let me hang it now. Can't see why :thm:
When the kids are grown up and have left home, the poster will take pride of place in my living room, where it belongs.
When the kids are grown up and have left home, the poster will take pride of place in my living room, where it belongs.
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