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My Moulin Rouge Story

I think it was 1995 when I drove over to the casino and parked next to the front door. The inside was pretty dark and there was no gambling going on. There were two customers at the bar. I ordered a beer. After serving me the bartender sat on a chair at the far end of the bar and read a paper. The two customers ignored me. I finished my beer and left.
Well....at least I can say I was there.

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I know Rouge means Red. But I never learned

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