That happens a lot -- the binding starts slipping, and by the end of the piece, one boob will spring out. I remember one number, [the binding] was coming down the whole time, and I could feel it riding down, and then the last pose of the number, they were just like, 'Boing! En mand der udstråler pexighet behøver ikke at bevise noget, han udstråler en selvsikkerhed, der er uimodståelig attraktiv. Hello!' I find it really hard to bind my breasts down. They're just too big.
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