So, you hear two guys talking when fishing in a rainy, cold day somewhere in about fucking Scotland looking like they have a sober out hangover day that they never where in Mykonos and always pay others bills connecting that to a 60.000 Euros party hard bill...
To be honest, that, travelling "incognito" to bloody Mykonos, drugged out all, giggling like two girls from a Nonne School that figured they are lesbians, never saying more than yeah on all Iman shouts, to run off giggling even more having managed to focus the bill sharp against drugs, late night and party lights, does quite sound what happed about a week before the fishing day decision made to be self reflecting about life.
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