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Brassi was a little tore up from the night before, the great New Yorker having overdid it a bit in his first evening of hedonistic Negril freedom, so I put Jodie on the back of my scooter and we drove around in the hills a little bit, laughing and having fun.
By chance I ran into a pal from last time, John, my friend from South Dakota whom you might recall I met on my last reach the night I spent the whole evening hangin out Mi Yard till like six in the morning. John is again staying at Tigress – he is very loyal to that place.
Last edited by gerryg123; 01-06-2012 at 07:15 PM.
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