Clearly the shitty quality of these pics of Bar Refaeli beach frolicking in Mykonos suggest that they were taken via the same digital camera my mom bought from the Walmart discount rack a decade ago. Still, they're sufficient to remind us once again that Bar is a stone cold fox. Which is probably why she's got the douchey guys stalking her with bottles of suntan lotion, offering her assistance in applying it to her person. They're so 1950s in their pathetic ploys for a cheap feelskie. A woman like Bar requires a more subtle approach. For instance, one might casually mention one's status as an internationally acclaimed actor and playboy, beloved and desired by millions the world over with his choice of pretty much any woman he sees. That would probably prove quite effective in helping Bar avoid any future melanoma outbreaks.
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