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Originally Posted by C0LLETTE
Absolutely and Bravo. I much prefer cheap beer joints full of the lusty, the sexy, and even the semi-comatose whose sunglasses are still on the bar at midnight.
Try running credit at one of those " $12-per-badly-mixed-cocktail" bars and you'll be tossed even before the bill for your Oakley sunglasses has arrived."
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Okay, I have a shady bar story for you...
Years ago, I was in Tokyo with a friend and neither of us spoke or read Japanese, or knew anyone there, but she just had to go to the only lesbian bar in a city of 14 million.
Our hotel was in the financial district, but the gay area was three subways away in an area called Shinjuku 2 chome. The womens' bar we sought was called Mars Bar.
For starters, 2 chome was pronounced, "KNEE-Cho-may, so we asked a bunch of gay men where it was and they looked at us like we were asking for nude piggyback rides.
Shinjuku is only about 4 square blocks, and the only two lesbians we saw were so butch, they looked like they rolled their own tampons (insert laughter here. No yelling at me!).
I was getting a little annoyed after an hour of circling the same four blocks, so I said unless this dive is up the side of a building, it's not here. So my literal friend Poindexter starts looking up. There, a few blocks away and four floors straight up was an unlit sign that measured 9" wide by 3" deep. it said, "mars." The four floor walk-up interior was literally 10 feet wide by 6 feet deep, and it was packed. The two tampon butches were there (yay) then one bartender, a bar that was 12" wide and two bar stools, where we sat. Five people, and a $10 cover charge. No music and no TV. It was a Wednesday. I said to my friend,"Ten dollars? WTF is the cover on weekends, $100?"
A shot of locally made Suntori Scotch was $20 and a beer was $8.
Beer snacks consisted of a tiny bowl of radish threads.
By then I was side-eyeing my friend, asking if she was into either tampon butch, cuz I'd be glad to introduce her. She passed. The bartender decided to amuse us, so first she showed us her photo albums of her trip to the Grand Canyon. Then, five thousand pics later, she reached under the counter and pulled out a magazine. It was filled with photos of Japanese lesbians peeing all over each other. Every single pic was, pee- pee- pee and more pee.
The two butches and the bartender were highly amused by our horrified reactions. So, for only $76 plus tips, we got drinks, snacks, a floor show, eight flights of stairs and six subway changes. Plus all that piss porn!