If you’re looking for a cheap whiskey, hooker, or company for poker, there is no better place than Crazy Bridget’s Saloon. It was a Wednesday morning, so the place was filled with crooks and villains that don’t even bother to pretend to have some respectable job.
 
“Hey, lady! Give us a fresh bottle real fast!” One Eye Steve shouted at the bartender, “We’re drying up here!”
 
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