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But then, the bartender, this dude with a crazy beard, starts mixing up some wild cocktails. He’s like, “You gotta try this!” I’m like, “Bring it on!” He hands me this neon green drink, and I’m like, “What is this, radioactive?” But I take a sip, and it’s surprisingly good.

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