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I was never a bartender, but I worked in the kitchens of more than a few bars. After we closed for the night, we'd (myself, the bartender, and the bartender's friend who sort of worked across the street) drag whatever girls were still left at our place to any one of the dozen bars that knew us and would serve us after hours (and free of charge).
Getting shitfaced 5-6 nights a week without spending a dime was a lot of fun, but eventually it caught up to me. I just couldn't party like that anymore, but it's kind of hard not to when the only thing to do when your shift is over is to sit on the other side of your bar.
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