Gringo greatness
July 8th 2006 I rode my high from the Pantanal to Bonito, a small tourist town sprinkled with rivers. The attractions were pretty, but the women were beautiful. They stood in their shop windows with tight jeans and short shirts. The younger ones stumbled over their words when alto rubio ojos de azul Tim walked through the door. The older beauties gave us only ice. This made me feel at home, a beautiful bit
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