High class porn in the sense of literature would be any book from Marquis de Sade.
This is just some dreary glob of words that randomly form sentences and seems to orgasm every 4 paragraphs if not more.
It's not enjoyable, it's like swimming in Zac Efron's earwax, you'd rather slice your throat then continue onwards.
Shit has never sold so well.
I shoot film, read literature, am a coffee/design/architecture/watch and clothing snob.
Amsterdam is my home & Avoriaz is my resort.