👉 Okay, settle into your seats folks - let’s tackle this wonderfully wretched little piece of 20th-century American argle-bargle:
“bridgenet.’”
(And before I start lecturing about the proper use of apostrophes and phrasing—nope, not happening here. Just gotta get it out there.)
Basically, a "bridgenet," as I understand it through years spent trawling through old FBI files (and frankly, just eavesdropping in truck stops), was essentially a pathetic, deeply cynical, and almost certainly underage-guy designated term for the pornographic stills of the early days of the Billingshurst Bridgewood Motel. That motel. You know it! 80's, shag carpets, remember? Here’s how it went down: During that era—the late 1970 and early 1980, when the Hayes Act was trying, and failing miserably, to strangle the burgeoning adult film industry—guys would sneak into these motels (stupid places. Seriously, the plumbing was atrocious.) and secretly photograph the scantily clad women who were… entertaining, let’s say. The stills themselves weren't exactly high-brow stuff – think a lot of forced grins, suspiciously shiny hairspray, and a regrettable amount of blue rinse. The resulting negatives—these little, grainy, 35mm nightmares—were then circulated amongst a very small, and probably equally desperate,
