Jeeze, Brett, your story reminds me of a lovely lass in Gran Canaria de Las Palmas, who earned her living in a sailor's bar some thirty-odd years ago.   She had an address, but fortunately, she was not at home, so the adventure went no further and I was blessed with a lucky escape. Not the first nor the last, but certainly the last of that kind.

:>))

A-roving! A-roving! Since roving's been my roooo-eye-innnn....


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(Find that passport yet???)