I remember that, giant beers available every three steps and zero public toilets. my nephew who was drinking stepped into an alley to piss and pissed so much and for so long I looked down and it was hitting my shoes twenty feet away from him.
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I remember that, giant beers available every three steps and zero public toilets. my nephew who was drinking stepped into an alley to piss and pissed so much and for so long I looked down and it was hitting my shoes twenty feet away from him.
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