Every so frequently, I headed in excess of the Cahuenga Pass and descended into the Valley, in which I watched as porn movies had been shot in rented, ranch-type properties and on large soundstages, as cowboy-boots-carrying adult-expertise agents in wooden-paneled offices hosted cattle phone calls in search of fresh new-off-the-bus talent, as cavernous warehouses had been stocked to the rafters with filthy flicks.