Frederick's of Hollywood bras of yesteryear: blow up your t*ts.
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(click images, via) Literally. With these snazzy inflate-by-straw numbers. I posted the right image, from 1963, before (with the brilliant headline: "Let's see [puff-puff]: C- or D-cup tonight?"). But after finding the left page from a 1962 FofH catalog, I felt these sleazy retro high-tech unmentionables deserved more exposure. "Put On Airs" alright, you hussy! It's the first step to getting that "marry a millionaire" look. Add a FofH Scamp wig, and Sugar Daddy will be sweet on you in no time.
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Damn! I was born 20 years too late.
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