British Invasion

Twenty-four male tourists, all employees of The Bulldog Pub in Brighton, filed into Rudolfa last night, in what looked like an endless line. About half of them were cute and a couple quite fuckable. As they came in and down the stairs and streamed into the back, the guys got gayer and drunker.

One tattooed skinhead in a wifebeater caught my eye as I went to the toilet to check the group out. He was obviously cruising me . . .

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