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The site had the following in the homepage, "Everyone needs a bit on inspiration once in a while." I noticed that the web site stated " My Body and Its image." They also stated " As I look into the cage and observe 4 mannequins I admire the creative design displayed on them. I also acknowledge that she wants to look just like me. She has a head, and killer legs but she will never be me. The idea that my image is powerful because im real and she is not, not even a being but a colourful plastic mold designed to be perfect and represent the ideal woman. A filtered picture by K."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
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