Bongabon was sold for a case of Johnny Walker Black and three bottles of pale pilsen because the collective birthday cake was good enough to finally banish a pair of discarded tellys and dress the mundane with salami, olives and dried dates 40 days after a death not from Montezuma's revenge but a temptress in quest for a 20/20 vision that can decipher the Jakarta proposal and why there should be no meetings on Candlemas because the Ironman's last three cigarretes were finally lighted by a pair of troopers after four days of cycling into the last two months of an extended contract...
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