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What I SHOULD have said is that when you put "imgsrc.ru" into Yandex search engine, you are flooded with pics of little girls.
I looked at imgsrc.ru itself and it is basically photobucket, as you said.
But, anyway,
What can one do that does not involve dragging their eyeballs through reams of inappropriate pictures of kids? Fortunately for me, I didn't see any of the more raunchy stuff, but I am human, and the eye is the light of the body, and I don't want to sift through ten thousand images of lolis to find the "treasure" of one where there is abuse occurring, and have to further defecate my eyes by visiting the site to verify it is what I suspect it is, but on the other hand unless you see it, if you report it to whoever in law enforcement isn't tasked with being the security team for the pedos, and it's dud, you just wasted their time.
Only the NSA et al have the tools to tackle this properly.
It literally causes my heart to feel congested, physically, when I get near this crap.
I really, REALLY appreciate the work done by REAL crime fighters, but this avenue of crime fighting is just not my place. I am doing whatever I do elsewhere, but having to swim in sewage naked with my eyes open and no mask or ability to really ever wash the stink off is not where God has called me to be.
This world is an evil place. I will focus on the good that I can actually do in my lane. I don't think that this is my lane, especially since I have no official authority or capacity to actually do much about it.
I do keep my eyes open for kids in public who are being very closely corralled by an adult who does not really resemble them and who also look miserable. It's funny when you start opening your eyes, what you notice.
I still haven't popped the question yet, "Is that your daddy? Do you know him?" I cringe to think of being in a situation where the answer was "no."
But, I am ready to ask the question. It's in stark contrast to this garralous little girl who came into a place I was once and just spontaneously rattled off her name, and the name of her brother, mother, and father who were present. I didn't even ask. But, that was the opposite end of the spectrum from what I am just peripherally on the lookout for.
Fight on, dudes. This line of research is not really my cup of tea.