“I’m sweating my ass off,” Anne Steele murmurs in between slinging some cocktails on a tray. And you can’t blame her. The animated and whimsical 36-year-old blond is dressed in paint-spotted jeans and a black, low-cut top as she takes drink orders. While running to the bar to pick them up, she smears on the
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