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You gotta love a girl who stays true to her roots, who knows her own style, or lack thereof, and doesn’t make the mistake of “classing up” when class in this case is clearly overrated. For this reason, I have developed a newfound appreciation for the gift that is Pamela Anderson. I celebrate her decision to kick off the first of 4 rumoured wedding ceremonies in a teeny tiny white bikini, proudly showing off the assets that have made her who she is. ‘Cause in a world where hypocrisy reigns supreme, I’d take Pam’s silicone authenticity over the fraud piece of American sweetheart pie incessantly jammed down our throats from Team Aniston and the like. Besides, does it get any better than a redneck tit popping wedding in the South of France? Never, gossips. Never ever ever.

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