As world weary as I am - I am nothing if not selfless. As such tomorrow I will (against my will) board a plane to Croatia. I tend to lump anything even vaguely East European in a basket carrying war, moustaches, really bad accents and blueberry muffins.
I have been assured by my Corporate Account, Gold Card weilding abductors that this is what I can expect on "my" luxury yacht.
And this.
We shall see. We. Shall. See.
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