Tag: Sweats

Helpless Virgins In The Nazis’ Harness Of Terror

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Also, Bring Back The Naked Angel Of The Hell Riders’ Lust Cult, Horror And Agony — The Discipline Rites Of The International White Slavers, Love Me To Death — The Incredible Revenge Of Colorado Kate, Parking Lot Passion — The Teenage Menace, and Psyching Out: Our National Disgrace

via Men’s Pulp Mags

One Of Hitler’s Girl Victims Tells How It Feels To Be Tortured

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Also, ‘Folks who Live For The Glory of Pain’, ‘Tani Hebbler — The Girls With A Thirst For Human Blood’, ‘The Gang Raid That Almost Destroyed New York’, and “Wife-Swapping — The Best Thing We Ever Did!”

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Expedition To The Lost City of Gold

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Action for Men illustration, November 1971

This issue also features ‘The Death Commandos‘, “I’m Going to Steal Your Car Tonight“, and ‘What Every Man Must Know About Women’s Breasts‘. Although, if you have to read about it in this magazine, it probably won’t do you any good.

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Kuwait: Richest, Wildest Kingdom on Earth

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Every 468th man in this slaphappy, oil-soaked “Arabian Nights” Paradise in a millionaire plus — living high off the camel in air-conditioned, neon-lit palaces with a beauty pageant parade of wives and mistresses “imported” from around the world.

When is the last time you hear Kuwait described as “slaphappy”?

Stag, February 1966 via

Beach House Tramp

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“You must be in a pretty big hurry,” McCord called to the girl. “You’ve forgotten to dress…”

A tantalizing, honey-lush blonde hellion, she fled from her motel shower into the arms of Wes McCord, bringing promises of passion and of a fortune in stolen loot. Then, with one flick of her petal-soft hips, she dragged him through a nightmare maze of speedboats, fists and kill-crazy hoods in a corpse-studded manhunt and treasure search that seared Florida’s Gulf Coast far worse than any tropic sun…

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