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“When they [breasts] are huge, you become very self-conscious...I've learned something though, through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is: men love them, and I love that.”

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Drew Barrymore
Drew Barrymore

Drew Barrymore is an American actress who rose to fame at a young age. She has appeared in numerous films and television shows, demonstrating her versatility as an actress. Barrymore has received critical acclaim for her performances and has been nominated for several awards throughout her career. more

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