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Following up on a post I wrote for futurismic, there is a review of Japanese adult video on UMD format is up at Tokyopia: PSP Porn:
Today we grabbed one of these fine UMD's: h.m.p.’s “The Palace of a Virgin,” performed by the lovely Hikaru Koto. This was 1,995 yen, making it THE cheapest movie/music UMD available in Japan (there’s another h.m.p. release, but the girl had really snaggly teeth, so we didn’t bother). Note that the GLAYZ discs were 3,800 yen and had Japan-only region coding, as opposed to the all-region h.m.p. ones. Importers take note.
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On the other hand, the quality of the video itself is stunning; it’s obviously a transfer from a tack-sharp HDTV master, and runs in progressive scan at 60fps — the resulting smoothness is akin to playing Ridge Racers, but with added fellatio.
Note that the screengrabs, despite censoring above-and-beyond the usual Japanese mosaic overlay, are decidedly not worksafe. I am wondering if I am ever going to see a middle-aged guy watching this stuff on a crowded train, the same way they read “sports” newspapers with 1/4 page pictures of topless women in thongs.

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