Topless Afrikaners

As a horrible human being I've happily stolen from the poor to give to the rich, for a few dollars I once turned Judas and became a federal snitch and I regularly deface fine art in the name of kitsch.

And yet I do have some holy vows and sacred cows, namely the exposed breasts and flirtatious jests of topless Afrikaners. 

I've seen many a nude wench, primarily American, Japanese or French and yet some South African quirk provides a supple yet inexplicable perk in that land of cheetahs, toucans and substantial mammary glands.