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From mornings of relaxing in the overpriced yet comfortable-because-we-can-afford-it atmosphere of some posh brand seaside coffee shop, because Starbucks is for locals, to nights in private nightclubs reserved for resort residents on an private cay off of the mainland, those fortunate few really know how to live out their parents' money's worth. Whoever said The Bahamas was only paradise for the tourists, would seem to have been sadly mistaken. These are the new generation, the spoiled private schoolers, the sons and daughters of Ministers of Parliament or retired foreign moguls. They are the type that get quite peeved that they have to go to Rio de Janeiro two summer vacations in a row, when mom and dad promised them when they were in St. Barts for the spring, that they could visit Paris for the summer and stay right into the reopening of school, so they can proudly deliver their Paris vacation as an excuse to all their friends as to why they are just returning with it already being a week into the new school year. They are the Petite Elite. No this isn't 90201, and it may not be the part where you grew up but believe it or not this is the real 242. It's a party and against our better judgment you were invited. So, come on in, the water's warm and the liquor's free. Careful now, the water is clean and clear, but it goes deep - you are about to enter, The Veracity.
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