Eternamente Uomo

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At Freddie's, I was received by a big, biker type woman in a leather vest, with skulls round her neck and long gothic hair.

'I hope you don't mind; we're smoking inside,' she said with a thick French accent and an air of indifference (-is one possible without the other?).

'No, no, that sounds great.'

'At this time of the night, nobody stops us,' she said, sukcing on her Camel through a short black filter. I'd seen Monaco's policemen, and even if they had the whole palace guard for support, I'd be very surprised if they could have stopped that bartender if they tried.

Outside, blue-faced, red-nosed, teeth clattering, sat two couples who had obviously minded, drinking wine. (-on Freddie's Bar)