The Misses live the affordable dream. With their feverish performances and tartar-free smiles, they can almost grasp it. Facing a crowd of excited eyes, they bend their bodies at the behest of an improvised choreagrapher. They surrender their hair, their flesh, their nails and their naivety to a cheap champagne soaked audience poorly dressed up in its Sunday best.
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