On the 23rd day we found ourselves on 6th Street. The Showdown is conveniently located near my black tar heron dealer's place of business, and you never have to worry about not finding a bathroom, because something about the area just screams: toilet. There are plenty of transgender/transvestite/transformer escorts running around, if that tickles your late-night fancy. Regardless of 6th Street's sterling reputation, The Showdown is a great spot to end up. The owner Johnny treated everyone with class, and the new bartender Tanya was fly... said she just moved here from SoCal.
We met up with a couple natives, Tommy and Jay. It was like we already knew each other, just hadn't met yet. At the end of the night, after a quick bathroom break, I found myself huddled around the bar with all the regulars for a final shot. The front door was closed and by luck or fate, I achieved VIP status. Long story short, I shut down The Showdown, with help from sDo-D. In the words of The Terminator: I'll Be Back.
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