The Happy Camp Campo Alegre, in Aruba, is where Sailors on tank ship to go, drink rum, Dance and pay dearly for hurried sex. Where pot bellied pigs grunts and Grow fat on the residue of love, In ditches behind huts on stilts. A haze of roasted meat, booze, fried Bananas and cheap perfume hides The stench of this pleasure place. Where violence lurks in corners and Dejection await when the music stops And silence freezes a lonely heart.Birth sign: Scorpio
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