There’s a whole generation of us who remember the lost art of watching scrambled TV channels—squinting at a mess of warped colors and static, trying to piece together fragments of forbidden content like amateur cryptographers. It was the 90s, and sneaking a glimpse of the Spice Channel felt like the closest thing to breaking into Fort Knox, except instead of gold bars, you were hoping to see a knee, or—if the universe was truly merciful—a fleeting glimpse of a boob.
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