Oh, dress #12, dress #12...what am I going to do with you? Always staying out late, gallanting in neighborhoods below Avenue B, dancing voraciously and hanging out on street corners only to be auspiciously mistaken for something that rhymes with "looker"...cuz that's what you are, dress #12. A reeeeeaal looker. And I gotta admit that even though you dare to be bold and geometrize (pronounced "gee-ahh-mo-try-z" cuz I just made that word up,) your shape, highlighting you assets, the nightlife of the world cannot take its eyes off you. You make me proud. You make South Beach proud. You make flamingos, drag queens and prostitutes proud. You make Madonna proud. Heck, even your boobs should be proud.
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