This unholy holey bit of clingy side-gut exposing terror is the handiwork of Shakuhachi. I'm sorry to sound like a chubby prude (I'm hardly either to be honest) but I can't think of an occasion I'd like the EXACT point in my side which creases (let's be honest - 'rolls') in on itself the moment I move off of vertical... Ugh... I shudder...
On the other hand, if I were a mannequin with a rock hard moulded plastic stomach it would be none to shabby at all. Ah well, in another incarnation :)
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