Pet Peeves...Las Vegas card "snappers" flash porno in tourist's faces! Fines for littering, please!

If you have ever taken a stroll along the Vegas strip on a balmy night - between Flamingo and Tropicana - you have probably been "assaulted" by a bevy of pornographic images of half-naked women which Mexican day-workers try to thrust into your face every few seconds.

Uh-huh!

The "snappers" (when they try to foist a filthy smut shot in your direction they twist the card so it makes a cracking sound) not only jump in and totally invade your space" on the street - but literally try to force a business card (promoting the porno industry's live nude shows and call girls for hire) into your sweaty little palm.

On one annoying occasion, a Latino woman stuck a handful of the nasty adverts into my armpit as I strolled by, after I attempted to shoe her away.

My pet peeve?

Tourists (and locals alike) should be able to casually stroll down the street without being forced to take a glance at these sleazy scantily-clad women on the face of the calling cards!

If that weren't bad enough, it should also be noted - that a larger proportion of the smutty ads - end up splattered all over the sidewalks!

Imagine that!

Young tots - whose eye lines tend to be closer to the pavement than their parents in tow - are treated to an avalanche of nasty erotic publicity stills of bare boobs and peek-a-boo crotches.

A shocker, if 'ya ask me.

Personally, I think it is high time that law enforcement (or security on the strip) kept a watchful eye on these vendors to ensure that they cease and desist with the reprehensible conduct which spoils a pleasant night out-on-the-town in the desert resort.

In addition, the card sharks should be forced to rid the streets of their smut by the end of the evening.

Or, face "stiff" fines for littering.

Amen!

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Anthony Weiner...Hustler's Larry Flint offers up meaty contract! Doggie-style, solo, or Missionary style!

On Friday afternoon (at the height of the Anthony Weiner scandal) frenzied shutterbugs fell all over themselves outside of the Congressman's (former) office in the 9th Circuit in NYC (a couple fell on their asses and ended up in prickly bushes licking a wound or two) in a bold-faced effort to snap a "money" shot as the beleaguered politician attempted to make a quick escape to his quiet home in Queens (!).

Meanwhile, smut King - Larry Flint - mused over the scandal on the sidelines.

I imagine he was rubbing his lecherous hands with glee!

Before you could say "Drop your drawers", the head honcho at Hustler Magazine - who faced one major skirmish on the issue of obscenity in the Supreme Court (and won!) a scant few years ago - the sly devil was making a bid for Anthony Weiner's "package" (without the wrapping, of course!).

Although the pundits are predicting that Weiner is all washed up - it appears that the horndog may have a career opportunity blossoming on the horizon (more to his erotic tastes) in the porno industry.

Uh-huh!

Would you spring ten bucks to catch Weiner doing it doggie-style?

How about a sizzling hot tryst on-camera featuring Ryan Reynolds and the naughty politician jerking off to Spanish Soap Operas?

Ryan Reynolds

Post: 06/18/2011

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2011/06/ryan-reynoldsmasturbates-to-spanish.html

Of course, there will be a reality show, a line of sexy (package flattering) tightie-whities, and - well, the sky is the limit - isn't it?

Who knows, he may end up on the sex channel in local Motel rooms around the country.

Only in America, eh?

Later!

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Hollywood Inn Express...Motel twist on room service! Sex on demand!

More than free breakfast at Hollywood Inn Express!






After a strenuous few all-nighters reporting on the Royal Wedding, and scrambled for two days to stay on top of the breaking news about the Osama bin Laden stealth mission that resulted in the terrorist's death (?), I was finally too popped to participate.

So, I plopped down on the comfy king size bed at my Motel, and slipped off into dreamland.

Suddenly, as I lay deep in slumber, a disturbance shook me from my peaceful state..

As I started to reach waking consciousness, I glanced in the direction of the door, and was startled to spy a man standing there!

As I quickly collected my thoughts in a concerted effort to free a fog hanging over my head, the unidentified male proceeded to strike up a conversation.

"Did you want fresh towels?"

OMG!

The male maid assigned to my Motel room just breezed in without knocking first.

I nodded in the affirmative as I proceeded to pull myself together

Within minutes, the Motel employee was back quizzing me once again.

"Are you single?"

Say what?

Not to be rude, I noted that I was.

But, it struck me a second later that I should not be having this bizarre dialogue with a total stranger hired to service the room, not me!

Before I could get my wits about me, the Latino male hit me with another question.

"Why?"

I quickly noted that I hadn't met the right person, then proceeded to wave him off.

"Thank you for the towels," I responded in a stem dismissive voice.

In all the years I have been a guest at Hotels, I've never experienced this kind of inappropriate intrusive conduct by a maid or any other employee.

I suppose it's to be expected at a Motel where graphic pornos are broadcast on the TV 24.7.

The fact that there wasn't any Gideon's Bible in the drawer  of the night desk should have tipped me off, too.

In the future, I guess I'll have to place the chain over the Motel room door before I take a nap, or at least double-latch it from inside to prevent unwanted advances from male (or female) maids.

I suppose if I post a review on Orbitz - with a detailed account of the incident - there will be a non-stop avalanche of bookings at the Motel

Don't forget your rubbers!

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Coffee, tea, or me at Hollywood Inn!

AFI Fest....screens sick debauched Danish film! Filmgoers shocked!

Last night I attended a screening of "Nothing's All Bad" at the AFI Fest - an Independent Foreign Film - that was directed by Mikkel Munch-Fals.

For the first time ever - I half-expected the Vice Squad to break down the Theatre door at Mann's Chinese Theatre, confiscate the reels of film, and haul all the filmgoers off to jail for participating in a screening of vile lewd material that was disgustingly pornographic in nature.

But, because the sick debauched tale about a handful of sexually-depraved degenerates was screening at an alleged prestigious film festival, the authorities must have assumed that the Danish flick was "high brow" or at least one of the Artsy-fartsy variety.

Wrong!

Everything about "Nothing's All Bad" was "bad".

For example, in one scene - a teenager is standing at a urinal chewing gum and taking a whiz - when a forty-something piece of rough trade strolls into the men's room and stares him down.

"Can't you do something better with those pretty lips," he snarled at the sexy young dude.

Without batting-an-eyelid, the hustler plucks the gum out of his mouth - and sticks it to the gritty wall - as he drops to his knees to give the pervert a nasty bl** job.

In another vignette (!) a woman loses a breast to cancer. 

Shortly after the operation, she sinks to the depths of depression when she suffers rejection from the men all around her in social settings, who can't deal with her physical abnormality.

One day, she strolls into a porn shop and stumbles on a couple of DVD's, which feature amputees and individuals who have been mutilated.

To satisfy her yearning for acceptance (and love ?!), she agrees to act in one of the low-budget sex flicks.

When she arrives on the set the day of the shoot, she is forced to squat on all fours - with a rubber bit stuffed in her mouth - as a young male mounts her from behind and fu**s her up the ass!

And, it gets worse!

The last time I reacted so negatively to a film was on the occasion when I took in a double-bill of two features - that turned out to be basic snuff films - at the New Beverly Cinema a couple of years ago.

Post: 08/07/08

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/08/chaos-and-murder-set-pieces-shocking.html

What shocked me the most about this AFI fest celluloid offering?

For starters, the fact that the film was not rated (restricted or otherwise), and was given the seal of approval for screening (in spite of the fact the Film Fest is supported by the Los Angeles Board of Supervisors, a handful of Government Arts Councils, and a mainstream auto-dealer - AUDI - with a moral responsibility to the community).

I am thoroughly incensed that the aforementioned agencies (and individuals who acted on their behalf)agreed to screen this filth - which ultimately - degrades the body and demoralizes the human spirit.

Today, we need films that inspire a civilized society, not trash it!

The film should be - banned, burned, or confiscated by the local police - to prevent this kind of smut from seeping into the community at large in the future.

News at 11!

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Denise Richards...awkward moments on Oprah! Call girls, porn & drugs...

When Oprah zeroed in for the kill today on her talk fest - it turned out to be an awkward moment for her target - guest Denise Richards.

Prying big “O” was determined to toss the glaring spotlight on the actresses ex-husband bad boy Charlie Sheen (father to her children) currently facing charges of felony menacing arising from a domestic quarrel with his current wife Brooke in Aspen (Colorado) during the yuletide season the end of last year.

“There has been talk about call girls, drugs, and porn,” Oprah uttered up with nary a qualm.

But, Denise balked at the thought of responding to the allegations.

In an awkward moment, Ms. Richards stopped short of biting her lip, before noting - at the urging of the pushy host - that she was hesitant about responding because she had two daughters to protect.

Perhaps Ms. Richards was mortified because the query came too close to home?

Over the past year, for example, it has been reported in the tabloids that Ms. Richards - according to Charlie - is a former high-class call girl.

And, that’s how he met her, according to the scintillating tabloid rags.

Any truth in that, Denise?

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Twitter...porn creeps into social networking hub! Titillating, 'fer sure...

When I logged onto Yahoo this morning - and perused the mailbox for new messages - I spied a couple of tweets from Twitter.com informing me a couple of members were now "following me" at the ever-popular social networking site.

For example, this one stared up at me, innocently enough.

TyraRichards (Richards275) is now following your tweets on Twitter.

But, as soon as I clicked on the link provided, an unexpected flurry of graphic sexual images featuring sexy siren Tyra - and a couple of her girlfriends, I guess - jut about knocked my socks off!

Yessir!

That tweet was pretty sweet, alright!

And, Tyra (a stage name perhaps?) had no qualms about getting straight to-the-point, either.

"My fantasy is for you to rip off my pants and bend me over and fuck me hard," she purred.

And, she provided a link to hook up:

http://b18a2.easyurl.net

The scintillating web page featured racy pics of a bevy of sensual half-naked bodacious babes like the one pictured below.

ballzinmycourt

Dare I follow?

http://www.julianayrs.com

Julian Ayrs...reference link to feature film "DIM SUM FUNERAL" post launches raunchy porn site! Don't blame moi...

Well, it looks like the naughty mischievous flesh pots are at it again!

While the cat is away, the mice will play.

Yesterday, I was searching for some pertinent reference material on the Internet, when I came across a link to a "Dim Sum Funeral" post (google search) that was allegedly written by moi.

Since I have reported on the Independent film (which just nabbed distribution) no alarm bells went off.

Naturally, I was curious as to which post it was referring to, so I clicked on the link.

Whoa Nellie!

I quickly scrambled to minimize the screen before any acquaintances lolling about within eyesight could get a gander at the PC.

Why, pray tell?

For starters, an unexpected barrage of uncontrollable pornographic images flooded the screen, at whim!

But, the diabolical sex acts proliferating before me - in no way, shape, or form - matched up with any of the publicity stills I uploaded in tandem with the posts for the red carpet interviews or the critique drafted for the Indie film shot in Vancouver (B.C.)

After an investigation, I determined that some scoundrel hi-jacked my name (Julian Ayrs) and manipulated a google reference with the express intent of transporting unsuspecting web surfers (in search of my material) to a porn site outside of the realms of my own blog and personal web site. (http://www.julianayrs.com/)

A similar incident occurred last year.

When the bogus site came to my attention, I duly penned a post to forewarn - readers, media hounds, and the paparazzi - that I had no association with that graphic porn site.

I surmised at the time that the web site owner concocted the scheme to trade on my rising fame, and the popularity of my blog site, in a deceitful bold-faced effort to direct traffic to his or her porn site.

Shortly after I posted a "disclaimer", though, the link disappeared off the Internet.

Hence, I assumed that the little rascals got tired of their merry chase and found greener pastures elsewhere to chow down on.

Now, it would appear that the same purveyors of the skin trade (or a nefarious other few, as yet, unknown to me) are trying to cash in on my high-profile name and heavily-trafficked blog site once again.

Oh well, that's life.

Ironically, I'm not even a fan of porn.

In the aftermath of the last fiasco, I laughed it off to friends.

"I'd rather be part of the action, than sit on the sidelines jerk**g off," I guffawed wildly.

Wouldn't you?

When it gets right down to the nitty-gritty, I'm flattered by all of the titillating - um - exposure.

But, I'm not surprised.

After all, no one has ever complained about my athletics in bed, yet!

Yup, there's a lot to be said about a big swinging di** in Hollywood, I expect.

Kitty Porn

http://www.julianyrs.com