I've always said that if the entire porn industry were congregated under one roof, one half of the room wouldn't know who the other half was.
Before this week, I didn't know Rodney St. Cloud from St. Cloud Minnesota. Yet Mr. St. Cloud knew me enough to contact me at my private email address and that to me was intriguing enough. And so we had an exchange of pleasant greetings and salutations.
I refer to the bodybuilding Mr. St. Cloud in the formal NY Times style, because at 245 pounds of solid muscle you should show proper respect to someone who could crush your skull with a taut squeeze then a casual, unadulterated flex of his pectorals.
No stranger to the gym ethic myself [and often asked to pose at Senior's Sunday brunches], I appreciate the work that goes into creating a showcase of unimpeachable male virility. This is Mr. St. Cloud, and this is where it gets good.
Mr. St. Cloud, who apparently has a couple of adult websites, wanted to advertise. No, he didn't refer to my site as a "fine site" in the Dave Cummings vernacular. He just wanted to advertise and by the tone of his exchanges, price didn't seem to matter too much. I quoted him quarterly, semi-annual and annual rates explaining the longer you sign up for, the cheaper it gets. My only stipulation is that money is paid up front.
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