#porto cervo

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Southern Wind's 30m Morgana off Porto Cervo.

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Giorgio Armani Cup Porto Cervo

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2024 birthday trip 01: Attending a historic rally event in Sardinia. I'd never seen a Delta Integrale in person in my life and suddenly a sea of Lancias in front of me.

Horizon S3Pro + 20 year expired kodak400 and another fresh Ultramax400 roll.

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Porto Cervo, Sardinia, ITALY

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Anche quest'anno torno nella mia seconda casa.

Sardegna mia.😍

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ROLEX-CUP 2024 ein TEAM mit Düsseldorf Fotograf Robert Freund

Alle Sportarten haben Ereignisse in ihrem Kalender, die über den Sport selbst hinausgehen und ein Gemeinschaftsgefühl mit den Fotografen schaffen, das die Teilnehmer in einer gemeinsamen Erfahrung vereint, ebenso wie diejenigen, die sie beobachten und unterstützen. Auch im Yachtsegeln gibt es Anwärter auf diese transzendentale Krone, und der Rolex Swan Cup erhebt seit 1980 alle zwei Jahre…

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148 --- Catture invernali con fototrappola - ASMR

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Money so handsome

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Il nostro legame non è mai stato quello che avrebbe dovuto essere, è sempre stato perfetto a modo suo. Sei la mia felicità, anche adesso, nonostante tutto @tohenrik

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Note To Self : ep211

Captain Jean-Luc: Zee yacht ees empty Monsieur.

Me: What do you mean “The yacht is empty?”

Captain Jean-Luc: Last night Henrik and zee other guests gathered their belongings and flew to New York. He rented a private jet to move Autumn to a hospital in zee US as quickly as possible.

Me: All of the guests?

Captain Jean-Luc: Not you obviously.

Me: Cheyenne?

Captain Jean-Luc: No monsieur, Cheyenne ees missing since yesterday.

Me: So Henrik, Beri, Floody and Autumn boarded a private flight to New York and left Cheyenne and I behind? In Sardinia?

Captain Jean-Luc: Oui. It was an emergency and you were nowhere to be found.

Me: I was there (pointing to the largest yacht in the harbor). The daughter of the owner found me drinking away my sorrow and decided she wanted to mend the wing of a wounded dove for one night.

Captain Jean-Luc: Monsieur, that ship is owned by a Russian oligarch. If you do not get off of zees island very soon, you will disappear from zees island very soon. Do you understand?

Me: Shit. What about Cheyenne?

Captain Jean-Luc: Monsieur … Cheyenne did not sleep with the daughter of a Russian gangster billionaire. She will find her way home safely. You must go. I will help you pack your belongings.

Me: What are your plans?

Captain Jean-Luc: Filet and I must return the yacht to Nice.

Me: Filet? Where is Alexa?

Captain Jean-Luc: Alexa is gone?

Me: Gone?

Captain Jean-Luc: Monsieur, if Alexa desires to be a success in yachting, then she must leave her other desires at the dock. My reputation as a Captain is at stake.

Me: I understand. When are you leaving for Nice?

Captain Jean-Luc: As soon as Filet returns with provisions.

Me: My flight home is from Nice. I can just ride with you.

Captain Jean-Luc: Oh no no no Monsieur. The Russian mob will be looking for you very soon.

Me: Hey, we’ve paid for this yacht for 10 more days! I’m still a paying passenger. I demand safe passage.

Captain Jean-Luc: Okay, but you must disappear. Now. Do not come onto the deck until I come for you. Now go.

Below deck, I decide to take a look around. The master cabin is indeed empty. As is Floody and Autumn’s cabin. All of my belongings are untouched in our cabin, but Cheyenne’s stuff is gone.

Worried about her wellbeing, I text Cheyenne but receive no response.

Then I text our friend group and Beri replies that Cheyenne missed the rendezvous for the private jet to New York but is safely on a flight to California from Rome. Somehow she managed to sneak on the boat and gather her things when the Captain stepped away for a moment, or maybe in the middle of the night.

But why would she leave me behind? I didn’t do anything wrong.

Oh wait …

I guess I’ll spend the next three days adrift at sea contemplating the wisdom (or lack thereof) of spending a drunken night in the bosom of a murderous gangster’s daughter when I should have been scouring the island in search of the girl I love.

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Mornings in Italia

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