It was not much more than it looked like, a beaten-up storefront of water-stained wood and a grimy sign saying ''ladies welcome." Inside were a half-dozen bar stools and a crooked pool table. There was beer but no tap. The bar opened for business when Rose, the bartender, felt like it. She didn't accept credit cards or, on those occasions ... (Full article: 982 words)
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