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Doll no Mori’s four dolls are called Alice, Ai, Mayu and Tina, with the doe-eyed manga-esque Alice who closely resembles a little child by far the most popular of its love doll call girls.

Incidentally, though the dolls each have different heads, their bodies are all the same, with exactly the same proportions.

Doll no Mori is even a fully fledged, registered trader within Japan’s sex business.

“We registered under the requirements of the law regarding adult entertainment,” Kimura tells Spa! “The cops couldn't stop laughing at us.”
—MSN-Mainichi Daily News: WaiWai (older article from last December, unearthed in Tokyopia forum)

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