What I Did With My Kamasutra Dolls

WARNING: For kid below the age of 25, please read this with your parents.

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I went to Singapore for a travel writing project some time back and I took some really nice photos which I didn't want to share because most of the stuff I gather there should belong to the client but then, some things, like this one....I think it's fine. I went to this place called Asylum on Ann Siang Road and it's a really funky place where it sells some of the most awesome things I've seen. In fact, you can't find them here. More on the Asylum here (I assure you, this is not an ad. Asylum's Cheryl, if you're reading this, I accept kind donations.) Like these dolls here....what is this? This is called Kamasutra Dolls. Designed for the lonely and experimental, I think. They have a huge variety of them, blond, different colored unsexy checkered bathrobes, with glasses, with mustache to suit your fancy.

My favorite, I think, apart from the glasses guy, is this one. He has a damn cool tattoo! Check it out!

Isn't it awesome?! Dragon tattoo! As a prelude, I got them to do this first lah....decent people don't go straight into it, right? There must be some kind of prelude, so....they do this lor....

Aisay....very hard to do this holding my cell phone with one hand. So, I have to put the dolls down. I have to hurry too because the people behind the counter is starting to stare at me.

TADA!!!! hehehehe....like?

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