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You only love me for my meatloaf - Groovy b&w beat generation sexploitation from cult legend Lee Frost. Jerry dumps his true-love-waits girlfriend, after a Rear Window incident wakes him up to the fact theres more fish in the sea. His life spirals out of control as he heads to Mexico and becomes addicted to a new lifestyle of peepshows, go-go strippers, hookers, orgys and the demon pills. Theres even an odd witchcraft sorority scene thats more like a Victoria's Secret photo shoot. Its basic voyeuristic fluff with a funky score, plus a dull psychological study on porns effects on psyche thrown in. Ohh and it features amusingly inventive titles.
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