I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that most of you perverts probably don’t have a subscription to Allure Magazine. But don’t worry, I’ll help spare you the embarrassment of pretending you’re buying it for “your girlfriend,” just so you can ogle the latest photoshoot from their August cover girl and five-alarm pants fire Emily Ratajkowski. Now you can spend your lunch break locking yourself in your work bathroom with your phone and pretending you ate bad sushi instead. You’re welcome.
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