fitting in, in Las Vegas

For a night out in Vegas, I opt for my low-back, spandex American Apparel mini-dress. My mother looks me up and down and tells me I look trashy.

Well, at least I'll fit in.
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Some comments I received while walking along the strip:

"Oh baby, you're more than a ten, you're a twelve!"
"Damn, legs galore!"
"Oh, baby mama!"
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Oh yea, I fit in.