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The next six hours were a neon-blurred montage. They drank Ouzo that tasted like battery acid and licorice, danced on tables until their shins bruised, and shared a gyro on a curb at 4:00 AM. In the hazy heat of the night, they were soulmates. They made "The Pact"—a classic staple of the drunk and transient. drunk sex orgy international summer fuckers top
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