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Sleepless in Seattle?

Try a couple of vodka martini’s at Joey’s across the street – it worked for me.

Although it might have been, to paraphase the linked review, the models suicide blond servers at the bar, what with their slinkly black dresses half-way off their shoulders.
And it might have been the sextet of high-tipping Las Vegas wise guys in slick suits bellowing “You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss, your lips,” at the top of their lungs.

But I doubt it. I’m pretty sure it was the vodka.

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