She also had a lot of flesh at her cleavage. Two to the left, two to the right, the men were at one of the tables to the left. There were two other men playing pool at one of four pool tables. There was a man sitting on a corner stool at the long bar at the back of the room. Then I exhaled, got out of the car and walked right to the door, through the door, and into the bar. In it there was a sign that said "Help Wanted." In the little white space at the bottom of the sign was written, "Waitress." They probably didn't even have martini glasses. I looked back at the bar, which would seem was not high-class and not highbrow. There was a beat-up, old blue Chevy pickup parked at the edge of the parking lot. I looked back at the bar, which it would seem might be a bit of a biker bar. There were two Harley-Davidson motorcycles parked there. Bubba's bar, apparently, for it said "Bubba's" in blue lettering on a black background in a huge sign at the top. It could be any bar anywhere, small town, big city, it didn't matter.
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