Without benefit of a shower, Amanda pulls on her uniform, leaving her top two buttons undone to reveal her prime real estate to bring in the tips. She primps in the mirror—needing extra foundation after last night. Her cleavage sprouts a faded, long-stemmed rose with thorns. She doesn’t go for piercings except for three holes above each earlobe where her studs nestle. Below, she wears long, dangling earrings. At 5’9”, she can pull that off—shorter women not so much, she thinks. Forty-five isn’t fatal but her feet already hurt and she hasn’t even walked out on the floor.
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"Classic"
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