I stock every medicine for every ailment. Townspeople complain about lack of energy while in the country, it’s all about sex. It comes down to the same thing, the nagging lonely feeling in their hearts. I’ll be back soon, I promise. But we all know it’ll never be soon enough.
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Look the first time and you see a sweaty barman, slipping on the slops. Look again and he's a tango dancer, coconut buttocks sheathed in sleek black slacks, high-waisted and melting with coolness into his flamboyantly sleeved shirt. He shakes your world, crushes ice and fuses your spirits with fruit.
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