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Caught between a rock and a breast implant

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I am probably in the minority here, and I couldn't care less. I am sick and tired of these solid as a rock tittie implants that women in LA are boldly carrying around on their chests like camels with cement humps.

There are a fair number of people who believe I have some sort of implant fetish because I feel the need to shout "LOOK FAKE BOOBS!" whenever I see them (as if the damn things aren't screaming that on their own). Well, for those of you who have the self-control to actually read the text of this bit rather than just jumping ahead to the photos, here's some background. This whole pseudo- obsession began when I moved back to LA from New York City. I was at a bar and I heard a woman telling all of her potential backwards baseball-capped suitors how much her implants cost ($4000). Of course I immediately snapped her picture and e-mailed it to all of my friends back in New York, with a message along the lines of "can you fucking believe the women here they have no shame and they pay for their boobs and they're proud of it please get me back to NYC ASAP because I really can't handle this place anymore I can't believe I moved this is out of control etc etc."

Well 7 years later I am still in LA, and I am still fascinated by the bold and confident manner in which women wear these udderly ridiculous sacs of saline. And this is my journey.