They’re just… RIGHT THERE, aren’t they?
If I saw a woman in public that looked like this, I would insert my credit card into her cleavage and say “You’ve got 3 hours. Go.”
It would be difficult to carry on any kind of coherent conversation with her while those are gleaming like phosphorescent melons right under your nose.
I almost feel sorry for Lady Gaga in the next gallery. Almost.
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