A beautiful leggy long-haired blonde strolls seductively into a Sam Smith's public bar. The bar-flies move over for her. She thanks them with a sweet smile. She arranges herself artistically on a bar stool revealing a lot of thigh. She asks for a pint of OBB, and downs it in one. She asks for another and downs that in one too, not complaining that the glass was far less than 95% full. She asks for a third and it disappears just as quickly, without question.
She places her empty glass on the bar, burps gently into a silk handkerchief, excuses herself to those within earshot, pays for her drinks, puts her change in the charity box, and sexily wiggles out of the bar with a wave of farewell, carefully closing the door behind her.
There is a stunned silence in the room. Eventually an SS regular at the bar stuffs his eyeballs back into their sockets and asks the barman, "Who the hell was that?"
The barman replies, "Oh, she's just one of our model customers."
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