The next bar I went to was this bar that's a combo liquor store as well.
It had a bunch of hard-bitten local (white) women smoking outfront, and they were dressed up, not like excecutives, but more like office managers and stuff.
Inside, there were more women like that, some business men, one knock-out (half white, half Asian) woman with a big ol' purse, and this big-shouldered (young) (Polish) bartender in a aquamarine tanktop.
In the back, there was one cooler with Miller six-packs, too.
After I sat down and got a drink, I heard the (fat) (white) businessman next to me drunkenly talk to the (half white, half Asian) woman, and he made some very loud joke about selling himself, and he went to pull open his shirt to show his sweaty chest and straggly chest hair.
She smiled but her eyes didn't seem amused, and I realized all of a sudden that she must be an escort.
Later, I went to take a piss - though the bar was very very small and you weren't more than 20 feet from the door, there was a sign in the bathroom "GO OUTSIDE TO SMOKE" - and when I returned back, I noticed that when I was seated, I couldn't see behind her purse this big ol' cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee on the bar next to her wineglass.
She *was* an escort, and she was getting ready for a long night.
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