Friday night again, and not in the mood for a big night out, I popped into a bar called (in translation) at the thirsty parrot for one small glass of wine with colleagues. I've been to this wine bar a zillion times, but only today did I notice the strange decor. I understand, given the name of the bar, why there is a huge painting of a parrot, but the hanging mannequin (if that's what it is) escapes me.
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