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This is the kind of thing I like to see, Carmen Electra embracing her roots and dressing like a stripper. It’s about time. I’m not sure where she’s going dressed like this, but I guarantee it’s not as exciting as where I’m imagining she’s going. Her place probably involves The Pussycat Dolls or a gay dude’s birthday party, where as mine involve naked genetically modified humanoid Carmen Electra clones that need to be covered in baby oil every half hour in order to stay fresh. I wish.