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Yes, you. You know who you are. The one with the shortest shorts in the place, and wearing a push up bra strong enough to lift Mount Everest or either cleavage showing nearly all the way down to your navel. Hair fluffed out, cascading down your shoulders, with a full face of make up on. You.
The men all pause when you walk into the room, and you love every second of it! Watch it, Miss ****…with your come hither chic and dare to be nearly bare attire, your liable to cause an accident in the weight room!