Louise's was a tiny Soho drinks club down on its luck that the punk élite had discovered and taken over. Its regular clientele were hardcore dykes, up-market hookers and the odd overweight randy businessman. Entry was gained by banging on the door. They gave you the once-over through a peephole, There was no queue, which added to the mystique.
The door opened. Laura and I grinned nervously. We were both wearing black lipstick.
" Come in ". A glamorous old dame in a fur coat and pearls ushered us in with a smile.
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