"It marks the boundary," he insisted. "If I cross it, I’m a fugitive. As long as I’m behind it, I’m just a man serving his time."
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"It marks the boundary," he insisted. "If I cross it, I’m a fugitive. As long as I’m behind it, I’m just a man serving his time."
The One Bar Prison isn't a failure of hosting. It is a rite of passage. It forces you to confront the truth about your palate: Do you actually like alcohol, or do you like cocktails ? One Bar Prison