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As in, hi, look at us shaking our plastic butts in the air and showing off our plastic "endowments" and imagine, that could be you wearing these clothes and posing like a little hoochie-mama!
No wonder the mannequin with the shoulder bag is looking the other way. She's pretending she doesn't know those shameless hussies.
And this is a store that sells clothes mostly to teenage girls. Okay, some college students too, but, really. I mean, look at them.
After wandering around the store a little bit, as if the hoochie trio wasn't enough, I come across THIS:
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And frankly, I don't want to know.
I left the store after that. Well, after pretending I was reading a really long text message so that I could secretly take photos with my camera phone. But then I left.
Dress Barn, anyone? At least I know their mannequins will behave.
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