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topless cocktails dancing nightly It was my dad’s favourite story— how he and his soldier buddies were tricked into a bar one night with the sign: TOPLESS SERVERS (they were, of course, all men). I laughed every time he told it… My kids, however, never saw the humour— rolling their eyes even now as we pass this new billboard, when I remark how lucky the martinis have it at the end of the night— their tossed off Vandyke sweaters so easily spotted in all the tiny piles of laundry pooling in the rings of empty wine glasses and naked highballs… -57- ...

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