It is both legit and trendy: a popular impression promoted by music, seen in the movies, making portraits on literatures, and a common observation on other media — that she’s what she is for what ‘she carries’.

Listen to music tracks or watch music performances — it’s either about her bum, her waist, or ‘that thing’.

In the movies, the sights are replete with the accepted madness of nudity and similar expressions of moral perversion.

To the fashion guys, her dress should be made as tight, as revealing, and as skimpy as possible, that their esteemed tags of ‘hot mama’ and ‘slay queen’ would accomodate, else she no sabi.

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