Għoxxenita ta’ qaħbarijiet dwar dak l-għoxxen, il-Ministru tal-Ekonomija: more from my man in the brothel

My man in the brothel – well, that doesn’t sound very good, so let’s leave it at my source at the FKK Acapulco in Velbert – has been following very closely all the comments that have been written about the matter on this website. So here’s some more from him, below, verbatim.

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Beneath your post about “Il-aħwa x’sorm għandha dik”, one guy commented: “At a point your source was very close to Chris Cardona and Joe Gerada.”

Please tell him and the rest of your readers that yes, I was very close indeed, but the two playboys were too excited to notice that the gentleman next to them was probably Maltese.

I would love to answer your readers directly, but of course I can’t, so please do it yourself. Yes, I was very close to them, a couple of times within six feet, especially when they were eating and just before they went to take their shower.

I actually watched them shower (nice backsides and all) which is how I know about their cold water complaints and the tattoo on Chris Cardona’s upper right arm beneath the shoulder. They were not under the same shower together but opposite each other, with a path between them and a small fountain in the shower area.

I could hear them clearly. Being Maltese and unknown to them it was quite hilarious hearing their conversation. I couldn’t believe it was Chris Cardona at first, the situation was so incongruous. So I went and took a really close look to make 100% sure though I didn’t know who the other guy was until you sent me those photographs of that Gerada.

I kept a low profile within watching and listening distance, which is easier to do than you would think because we’re all in white bathrobes, and I followed their footsteps as they wandered about the place from the ground floor (bar/eating/pole dance area) to the first floor where the smoking room/kino/sofas/coffee lounge/bedrooms are.

They could have seen me walk about but then there were so many men lurking around in white robes how would they have known my nationality?