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The Frolic Room

by david-w-clare

By: David W. Clare Hollywood town has seen all kind of characters from infamous to bums! The hippest of all, exclusive dive bar that's been there forever; will outlast us all... Not your typical cowboy-trough or rag-joint hole-in-the-wall... No dancing allowed as silent drifters, hipsters and whores: suck on olives then ask for more... Dress-code strictly enforced; some meet there to get married, while others get divorced... You'll be sure to meet up with Humphrey Bogart and Cecil B. Demille, young sexy chicks and a fat-director over the hill... Be sure and tell the bartender you'll be back, he will surely remember your tie, coat and hat... Welcome to the Frolic Room... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 24, 2016
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Hollywood's most notorious late night movie bar... the neon is priceless!

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