Each has it's moment.

It's one of those things like eccentricity. The line between charmingly odd and barking mad is individually drawn, just as the line where erotica stops and porn starts. "I don't know if it's art but she has big tits."

There is a bronze statue of a naked, barely pubescent girl sitting in a chair in an outdoor gallery in Washington DC. Art or a training aid for paedophiles?

The lines are not absolute, but all nestling in your head.

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