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Monday Night At Tony's Tavern

Crushed peanut shells are scattered all over the floor Beer bottles smashed while blood drips from the roof A body hangs from the rafters while loyal patrons play a vodka filled game of Russian roulette Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor cockroach's and rats run rampant all while raging alcoholics throw fist and set fire to bar stools Drunker stupors, and stain glass windows rule people call it martial law but I call it a regular Monday night...

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