When I was a teenager (mid 90's) I worked in a one hour photo booth. It was in a new supermarket, so the photo lab was brand new. I was told by my boss (she had worked a few years at an established store) that any juicy pictures were to be added to "the album". Basically, every photo we produced was checked by us to make sure there were no flaws in the print. So, yes, every picture was seen by us.
By the time I moved on after a few months, the album had maybe 60 - 80 duplicate pictures of boobs, or sex acts. Typically those pictures were either blurry, or otherwise low quality. We had pics of girls in the shower, excellent ENF situations on the toilet, cleavage etc.. The most memorable were a series of three pictures showing a pizza in a box, then a slice of that pizza being dipped in a gal's hairy box, and then a grinning fellow eating that piece of pizza.
One afternoon, a regional supervisor for the grocery chain visited the store to check on the start up. I was surprised when he came into the photo lab because we were usually under the radar of the grocery side. He asked me sternly if we were keeping an album (which for obvious reasons we should not have been). I expected to get fired on the spot. Instead, when I handed him the album, he grinned and flipped through it. One of the perks of management.
In hindsight, this may explain why I am a big fans of nude selfies from the wife, or when my wife sends me sexy pics she has gotten from her friends. Can't beat a picture of married titties when the context is fun and teasing.
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