Happy country of Monaco

has only one concern. With a crazy princess. But I always chose the same. Normal girls bored me insurmountably.                                                                                                                     

In the parking lot on the outskirts of MC, I met a German with a luxury car trailer. He told me he had already passed and would now wait until Sunday for another Ferrari back. At the same time, with a look at the sky and his hands clasped, he thanked him for the 2 days of waiting here. And he told me how crazy the weather was in Munich. As a true Monacoman, I shook my head in disbelief.
I knew I had to dress less than in the PRG. But in the afternoon, even the little clothes ended up on the bike rack.

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