The mission. Find the sheerest fabric ever made. The objective. Don’t wear a bra and pretend not to know that everyone can see my tits even if I’m poked in the eye by a waiter’s erection. Desired result. Bearded imbeciles staring at me. I believe this is what goes through Christina Aguilera’s head every morning she dresses herself. That and not too long ago she didn’t even need to wear a bra. So why start now? I feel sorry for the guy fawning over her. This is the best thing he’s ever going to experience.
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