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From behind the counter of the seedy, dimly lit, and aptly named Dirty Angel Bar, Andrea pours a fresh brewski and slides it over to a leather clad, tattooed man waiting patiently beyond the row of beer taps.
From behind the counter of the seedy, dimly lit, and aptly named Dirty Angel Bar, Andrea pours a fresh brewski and slides it over to a leather clad, tattooed man waiting patiently beyond the row of beer taps.