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I enjoyed every bit of the evening. I may not drink scotch or smoke a cheroot again, but I shall always cherish the fact that I did those things. The adventure is well worth the disappointing experience.

Sarah MacLean

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Sarah MacLean
Age: 46
Born: 1978
Born: December 17
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