Does sex sell?

Shiny bare bosoms as a last desperate attempt of the store's owner to sell off his junk goods to (evidently for the most part) men, before the bailiff seizes the plastic beauties in order to undisturbed play with them at home behind closed doors?

Do even the display dummies in this run-down store in an equally run-down city of the United Kingdom's famous South-East starve that badly that their dresses slip down their plastic skins and bones?

Or exemplify these immaculate high-gloss beauties the coming trend and chic, and acquaint our underprivileged and widely unviable teenagers, the day-after-tomorrow superstars, without any goal and completely disorientated vegetating from one daily casting show to the next, with the message: just famish your bodies to fragile, leather-skin-coated jackstraws, and then you'll become sexy, desired, famous and rich?