Drunk couples stumble into dark corners of beach shacks, pounding hard on sandy towels. Some tease and lick under strobe lights at after-hours spots, still in neon bikinis. Others ride in rented villas, empty beer cans rolling nearby. These tapes ooze that carefree, messy island energy.
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