The woman, German waitress in a Bavarian outfit, dress and all, left the bar area with a smile. Her shoulders were very thin, her face and hands lightly tanned, and she was taller than most of the men in the bar, apparently so, who were Turkish. A few of the dark-eyed Turkish men strolled about from the bar to the tables in the next room where I had walked into.
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