Welcome to pornstash, a high-concept dumpster dive through the cultural subconscious — where vintage smut collides with AI like a VHS tape left in the sun too long. This isn’t just mixed media, it’s mixed signals. It’s as if a horny Xerox machine and a glitchy neural net found a box of 1970s magazines in your uncle’s garage and said, ‘Let’s make art, baby.’ The first in a series of sticky-fingered editions and 1/1s, pornstash asks the eternal question: what if desire had bad Wi-Fi and worse taste?