Imagine, a woman - let's say between the ages of 22 and 63 - walks into a cocktail bar, somewhere in the world. She's had a long, hard day bashing away at the glass ceiling at the law firm/pension provider/bank where she works, and she just wants to sit at the bar and forget it all for a while, before heading home to her version of domestic bliss.
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