Nothing pretentious, no canapes, mood music or uplighting...just a mix of gaslight noise and a wave cracking across the sandbar you've surfed for the last 3 hours. The chickens eyeing you across the room, but you're too stuffed to care, and the cold Lions hitting the spot. Until it climbs up onto the light and fries its toes, squawking you out of your daze - dof...
Deon
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