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Pamela Anderson
Pamela Anderson

Pamela Anderson (born July 1, 1967) is a Canadian-American actress, model, and animal rights activist. She gained worldwide fame for her role as C.J. Parker on the television series 'Baywatch' (1992–1997), which made her a global sex symbol of the 1990s. Anderson also appeared in films such as 'Barb Wire' and 'Scary Movie 3', and was a frequent cover model for 'Playboy' magazine. In recent years, she has focused on animal rights advocacy and performed on Broadway in 'Chicago'. She is known for her platinum blonde hair, glamorous image, and philanthropic efforts. more

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“When the long, varnished buds of beech Point out beyond their reach, And tanned by summer suns Leaves of bright bryony turn bronze, And gossamer floats bright and wet From trees that are their own sunset, Spring, summer, autumn I come here, And what is there to fear? And yet I never lose the feeling That someone else behind is stealing Or else in front has disappeared; Though nothing I have seen or heard, Makes me still walk beneath these boughs With cautious step as in a haunted house.”