Some imaginative marketing or merely a motion to move on?
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But for ladies after better looking boobs with basically no bother, this ‘sleeping bust up bra’ would appear to be perfect.
The garment effortlessly allowing the wearer to practically do nothing but simply wake up and marvel at her magically and majestically moulded mammaries.
A product that I can personally vouch for too, as after only a week or so of wearing one, my burgeoning man breasts are now looking particularly pert. Admittedly not an immediate postponement of prior engagements and play with them all day kind of pertness, but nevertheless they are still pleasantly perter.
As, perhaps, do those that have been almost endearingly adjusted after a minor mistake has been mentioned.
After a brief look at the history of Tokyo’s Yoshiwara sex district last week, one of the most surprising things about the place, apart from its sensational selection of soaplands, is the large number of mildly amusing monikers.
From 1970s TV shows.
To 1940s films.
Along with a dash of dandyism.
And this being Japan, a considerable amount of cuteness.
Plus, perhaps inevitably, a few language lapses, whether it be some simple mistakes.
Or something much more mindboggling.