The jouncing, the jiggling, the jugg-o-rific Julie Horvath bought herself a pair of robo-hooters back in the early '90s, apparently under the impression that some silicone sackage would help her earn a few movie gigs. And it worked! Well, for at least one movie, anyway. The flick was the softcore gropefest Turn of the Blade (1994). And yes, Julie was given ample opportunity to unleash those store-bought bouncing bodegas! In the shower, in the car . . . those titties saw daylight all over the place! (Not that we’re complaining.) But unfortunately for Julie and her drooling devotees, this was the only blade that she’d turn throughout her skinematic career. So the moral is clear: A freshly swollen set of fake funbags (and the willingness to show ‘em off) all but guarantee a gal at least one shot at late-night Cinemax fare. What she does after that, who knows?