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This was the /last/ time she would set foot in that dive of a bar on Xiuquan.
Seriously.
Not only did the beer suck, the men smelly and coarse, and not a one of them holding more than a walking stick to their names, but the whores from the nearby brothel were taking all the attention!
And when she woke the next morning without a smelly, hungover weight above her, a frigid climate, and ugly, thick gray clouds above her head, the redhead sits up and says the only thing that comes to mind.
"Chou ma-niao*."
*Translation: stinking horse-urine.
Mun has to run, but will be back at 4:30PST
Seriously.
Not only did the beer suck, the men smelly and coarse, and not a one of them holding more than a walking stick to their names, but the whores from the nearby brothel were taking all the attention!
And when she woke the next morning without a smelly, hungover weight above her, a frigid climate, and ugly, thick gray clouds above her head, the redhead sits up and says the only thing that comes to mind.
"Chou ma-niao*."
*Translation: stinking horse-urine.
Mun has to run, but will be back at 4:30PST