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An empty bar, there's something magical about the concept. No drunkards spilling cheap beer on themselves, no ***** barflies leaning against bathroom stalls. No rough necks or the doomed preaching their individualistic sermons. One can find peace in an empty bar. A zen like state, drinking beers to achieve the aim of tantric Buddhism.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Empty Bar
An empty bar, there's something magical about the concept. No drunkards spilling cheap beer on themselves, no ***** barflies leaning against bathroom stalls. No rough necks or the doomed preaching their individualistic sermons. One can find peace in an empty bar. A zen like state, drinking beers to achieve the aim of tantric Buddhism.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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