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Bartender, I’m in dire need of drink. I’ve a thirst on me like the ghillie’s dog. Me mouth’s as dry as a Bedouin’s fart. Could you, for the love of Jesus, be passing me something wet? No, no, not a beer. I’ve a great respect for beer, but I’m not trying to drown my sorrows today. No point…those vicious bastards have learned to swim. Give me something…urbane. No, no, not your wine. It’s no manner of day for a glass of plonk. I’m wanting something…elegant. Something suave. Something you’d be sipping out of Grace Kelly’s slipper. But nourishing, mind you. I’ve not had an ounce of food in me all day. Sophistication and sustenance, that’s the ticket. Have you got anything like that at all, at all?
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