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The thing you need to understand is that I don't just post provocative pictures to sell myself as an independent sex symbol, I do it for the children. 

What I do is save kids from the prying eyes and mouths of pedophiles. Instead of going to the park, they find this blog while searching for " young tiny tits", which is a search term that will lead you to my blog, apparently, and take care of their dirty needs without harming a naive child. 

If I can't find any solid work on the internet, I can at least be Dateline's new predator bait. 


  1. I almost googled "Young Tiny Tits"
    And youre much too sexy and sultry to be the jerk-dream of some pedophile. For some reason I can picture you in Europe, with a dramatic love life by the ocean.

  2. I appreciate it, thank you.

    If you google 3 breasted women, I believe you find this blog as well.

  3. I found no such thing! Was that just a ploy to get me to google three breasted women?
    I even googled 3 breasted women


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