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barista t-shirt that reads \u201cyou wouldn\u2019t like me after you\u2019ve had your coffee!!!\u201d

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barista t-shirt that reads \u201cI won\u2019t like you regardless of when you\u2019ve had your coffee\u201d

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I kind of feel like originally back in prehistory someone fetishised a barista but like the big bang that collapsed in a matter of femtoseconds into a meta-fetish based on the barista being hit on all the time and holding their customers in utter contempt as a result, making the barista and even more fetishisable object of unattainable desire, and so on and so forth.

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Oh no this was something that Friends totally had right, coffeehouses would hire you for how great your tits looked on display, but in a \u201cnatural\u201d sense not obvious d\u00e9colletage

It\u2019s funny how that split into Starbucks that used to have a logo with her titties out and legs spread but now mass-market interchangeable

And the also-from-Seattle blue-collar drive-thru commuter coffee shacks that are now topless in Washington (pushing into Oregon) and bikini-topped in Oregon (pushing into California)

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