Why, I could write a chapter. After what I remember as a precarious propeller ride (my friends insist it was a proper jet) from Belgrade to Tivat, I encountered what I could never forget. Leggy Montenegrin Beauties!
All I remember is that the plane taxied to a halt and out the window was a sight from the heavens. Gorgeous, Euro-skinny women, none below 6-feet tall, in short (but sadly, not indecently so) skirts standing in a row of 12 or so. Every landing should be thus. If I ever get on death row, I will insist that my last wish would be to step on the gallows with a backdrop of the very same beauties lined up in the very same fashion, only perhaps with shorter skirts.
Montenegro! I could wax eloquent, but I remember that we got in a car and were out of the country in such short notice - it is a small country - that I really couldn't wax much.
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