In America, plastic surgery is as common as Starbucks. You can see the evidence as you get around. I was in lift last week at Bloomingdale’s, when the doors opened and a very slight lass alighted. She had the most enormous set of breasts I have ever seen, encased in a tight, white singlet top. It was quite confronting. Nothing subtle about it. It was like she should have been wearing a sign on her head, HEY YOU! I HAVE HAD A BOOB JOB. STARE AWAY…..
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I even took the wrinkles off my hands! |