There's a bar down near the South Street Seaport I go to from time to time called "The Iron Horse." You run into anyone from bikers to businessmen from Wall Street in the bar. The barmaids know how to put on a great show.
You don't see this in most bars in NYC!
When angered, the barmaids have been know to spit fire!
This poor guy didn't have a chance.
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