Some people sit for hours in front of the fruit machines, feeding their dollar coins into the one-armed bandit, hopefully to hit the jackpot, only to realise the damage done at the end of the evening, with nothing to show for their time and effort.
Or you can picture those underground establishments where they sit ensconced within a booth and pay by the minute for peep shows, and leave as they entered, discreetly, anonymously, sheepishly, as though guilty of what unhealthy habits had been indulged inside.
I'll be doing the same come 26 September for about 180 minutes, working out to a bank breaking a-dollar-a-minute luxury. However, I'll be striking gold and it will be a sinful pleasure as I sit there quietly watching the unfolding orgy as I await the orgasm that comes with the climax.
It should be worth it. Better be worth it!
Here's a teaser. Some would call it a "spoiler".
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I'm not sure whether it was so good it was bad, or it was so bad it was good...