Dock Side Pub

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The old sailor's favorite watering hole, a run-down dockside pub that seemed to have seen better days. Its weathered wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, reading "McGillicuddy's" in faded letters. The building itself looked like it had been tossed about by a stormy sea, its walls cracked and worn from years of exposure to saltwater spray and wind-driven rain. A single flickering light bulb hung above the door, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. Inside, the air reeked of stale beer and sweat, while the patrons themselves looked like they'd been dragged in off the streets. The bartender, a grizzled old man with a thick beard, polished a mug with a dirty rag as he eyed the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.