The tanline is nature’s highlighter…
It gets me in a tropical, all inclusive resort, state of mind….
Put on some reggae and think about getting up inside some divorcee or more likely an obese, sad and lonely single woman who decided to make a move and have a week of all inclusive fun for herself to let loose because she deserves it, she’s worked hard at the dollar store all those years, shift work ya know, but at least she could get the dented canned beans and ripped bags of chips and chocolate to fill her empty existence….on day 3 or 4 of her vacation when she’s ready to let loose and is rocking a gnarly third degree burn against her one piece with a skirt attachment tan lines.
The all inclusive resort is a great place for a predator like me to catch these bitches in their midlife crisis by the pool, to lose their 45 year old fat girl virginity….because “when in Rome”….live your best life you see in the movies you obsessively watch.
IT’s really not predator behavior, it’s giving them the tools to live out their dreams…helping them be their better self….
Not that I’ve ever been to all inclusive resorts, but I would if I had the budget, because I know that’s how it’d go down….
It’d be my kind of SUPER HERO work..and I guess a lot of Cubans and Jamaicans dude have that circuit all figured out!