Tag: Salambo

So I walked into a local bar with a good mate of mine. We’d been here a few times and there was a girl that worked here that was always a bit nicer than everyone else. She was not necessarily smoking hot, but nice enough to buy a few tequilas and chat to while I stared at the 50 or so other girls dancing in bikinis.

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