Muchas Gracias.
I've described this encounter before on here, but to reiterate, I saw the same girls in that big pub/bar
near the front, later that evening, they were dressed to the nines and looked totally stunning.
It's strange but they looked far sexier than when I ogled them starkers, just goes to show, less is more.
That said, I'm still glad of the eyeful I got; the downside to this place is you're even more likely to cop
a blimp of Herman from Munchen, who invariably sports a gut that looks like it's filled with a Spacehopper,
combined with tackle that resembles a gherkin and cherry tomatoes in the final stages of decomposition.
So, some good, some not so good.