For all the fun that I had on Corfu, I feel a lot like Pinocchio must have when he escaped Pleasure Island. The island of Corfu started to feel like the most hedonistic place on earth, in a bad way. It was fun, sexy, and glamorous at first, but I got a first hand look at the darker side that lifestyle leads to.
I heard plenty of stories of the female tenants being raped by the male employees. One girl was fed drinks all night by this one bartender and woke up in his bedroom and had no idea how she got there or even where his bedroom was. I am positive that the same guy drugged Sarah; I actually caught them before anything serious happened, but I was moments away from literally killing the dude. She was so damn out of it, I tried carrying her back to her room but she was completely limp in my arms. I would have had to get her over a locked fence where I found them, and it just wasn’t in the cards, so I had to sit with her for 3 hours in the cold until she woke up.
I don’t need to go into details about that story, I am just happy that my parents have taught me restraint throughout my life. Whether or not he deserved it, I don’t need a murder on my hands, and I really wouldn’t want to spend my life in a Greek prison. I am just happy that I am off the island, back in Florence, and Sarah is ok.
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You mean "Pleasure Island" no doubt... An apt description; I have used the very same words myself...
Wise of you not to escalate -- these guys rarely work alone... there was probably a whole gang
Damn you're right! I couldn't quite think of what it was, you know what I mean
You are a knight in shining armor to come to her rescue. Good on you (do the Aussies still use that phrase?).
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