Ladies how often have you been at home, then decide that you want to
call the girls and hit the streets. You find the tightest dress or
jeans you can find in the closet, you look in the mirror and decide you
need to put on a push up for just a bit more cleavage. Then you get to
the bar and the first guy that says something to you is steering right
in your perfectly propped up boobs. Why are you mad? Did you create
such an attraction for no one to notice? Are you even really mad at
all? The line "I'm doing it for me!" Really?
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