In Kansas porn 'superstores' are thriving near rural off ramps, causing the locals to debate obscenity and privacy, sometimes in court.
Porn "superstores?" Gee, why don't they just go to Noa's apartment?
P.S The superstores this article discusses are in Kansas, a virtuous red state where, pace PsychoToddler, no one is a pig farmer and everyone reads the bible and prays - morning, noon and night - for the salvation of New York City.
(You remember New York City, right? It's that dastardly place where all the adult shops got converted into a Disney Superstore.)
