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| I remember rejoicing with this picture. Jamacia was blazed across her full breasts snug in a red wet form fitting t-shirt. Her hair slick and thick with water fell away from her forehead letting sunlight bake her beauty bronze. I never knew what she was selling, but I got the idea, and bought the product! - Gregory E. Woods Keeper of Stories August 15, 2012 |
Friday, December 7, 2012
Jamaican tourism
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