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Flashers who have no business flashing. Inherent enjoyability aside, boob-flashing of any kind is kind of a sad, pointless gesture. At best, you get a half-hearted acknowledgment of your surgical choices from a heroin-addled bass player, and the knowledge that 50,000 strangers are locking a mental image of you away for future masturbation purposes. At worst, you’re this woman. For god’s sake, lady, if you’re going to unleash those things, point them at the mosh pit kids.
