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As you begin to walk down the Zante strip, you instantly get hassled to come into this bar or that. Clubflat's instant reply of course was "We will if you get your whale-tail out". At the beginning of the strip was what looked like the crappiest bar you could find, one you'd have trouble being persuaded to go in, even if you saw the G-string. However the two girls doing the touting simply would not get their whale-tail's out under any amount of persuasion, they must have been the only people in the land who wouldn't. Every single night we would run into them on our walk into the strip and the dozy mare's would ask us to go in this crappy bar without recognising us from the night before, or the night before, or the night before. That was until we would reply "No String, No Drink", "No String, No Drink" and walk on past. "Oh, it's you lot again" they'd say each night. "You coming in for a drink?". "We told you, NO STRING, NO DRINK". |
 Notice how she held the skirt to prevent any string action. Bitch. |
 The only string she was going to show us tonight was down her front |
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