Pound Of Flesh
Just inside the downtown core we find one of Verona's sleaziest "singles bars". Divided
into two parts, one side is seemingly a dance bar for singles, but far more a meat market of
the lowest sort. Here the music is loud, the air thick with smoke and the drinks flow freely.
The clientelle is young and desperate, and many an unblooded Montague finds his way here. The
Capulets disdain this watering hole, supposedly because of the "soiled atmosphere" but more
realistically because it is considered Montague turf. The other side is even seedier, a strip
club and lap-dance bar where private sessions can be bought for the right-sized tip (40-100eb).
The clientelle here is older and quieter, poorly-tuxedoed remnants of the tourist trade,
dirty old men in their dirty old suits.
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