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This outfit is absurd. Anna stepped out of the dressing room. “I have a hard time believing people wear this to go fishing.” She waved at the billowy top that would reveal her n*****s with the first stiff wind.
“They do.” Estrella held up her phone, flashing a picture of Carmella’s clientele at the resort and pushed some negligee at her. “You have to try this on.”
Anna took the fragment of fabric. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s a top.”
“It’s a washcloth.”
“You’re so funny.” Estrella giggled, appraising the microskirt cut up to Anna’s hoo-ha. “And your legs are toned AF. Art, doesn’t she have great stems?”
He glanced up from his phone, shrugged, and went back to scrolling.
Estrella shoved her behind the curtain. “Say ‘chinga tu madre.’”
Anna gave it her best shot. “What’s th
