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grace_choiThis place, it's a dive bar, no doubt about that. It's in a shady part of town, tucked under an overpass and next to a closed up shop.
Bars on the windows, paint that's been on the walls so long it's hard to tell what color it is anymore - but hey, the sidewalk is clean and there's only a car or two in the small parking lot.
Inside, it's pretty basic -- tables, chairs, and a bar that stretches along the far wall. And of course, the bartender - 7 ft tall, a shock of red hair, currently wiping down the bar top.
There's just one rule here - no fighting.
Bars on the windows, paint that's been on the walls so long it's hard to tell what color it is anymore - but hey, the sidewalk is clean and there's only a car or two in the small parking lot.
Inside, it's pretty basic -- tables, chairs, and a bar that stretches along the far wall. And of course, the bartender - 7 ft tall, a shock of red hair, currently wiping down the bar top.
There's just one rule here - no fighting.
