The fine folks at Found have at long last released Dirty Found, a smutty spin-off of their endlessly fascinating magazine. What the Found folks do is simple, they compile found notes, photos, postcards, et al, and publish them in a magazine (and recently, a ). Employees of secondhand record and bookstores seem to the biggest finders (better check those old Frampton LPs a little more closely before selling them back). Other finds are from the trash, the street, or even mistakenly left under the wrong person’s windshield wiper. The new dirty version of Found is populated with beat up Poloraids of hard-peckered men, snapshots of pantiless ex-girlfriends bent at the waist, and a treasure trove of amateur erotic fantasies penned by lonely hearts everywhere. Though less compelling than its non-deviant counterpart, Dirty Found is still immensely readable and incredibly voyeuristic. Get a load of this gem written on a Post-it note and see if you aren’t haunted by not knowing the rest of the story: “Hey, I am going home to do a hit of meth. This makes me become a nympho cock hound. Want to cum? I’ll be at the fair complex park. It’s on the map.” Spankers beware: there’s nothing very titillating here. Hustler this ain’t. It is however, another great release from the Found magazine crew. You can buy both Found and Dirty Found, here.