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There is a group of vocal Italian girls in the Tunnel. More arrive, setting off a chain of greetings, noisy hugs and kisses. The red haired waitress, with her lip ring and my green tea, she is a little on heavy side, but sexy with it. The double doors keep the heat in, but the outside one sticks repeatedly, sucking off a couple of degrees of temperature. Each time the inner doors open it leaves a stabbing chill. Salesmen come in, going from table to table. First a young black man selling flowers. Then an older one selling Der Standerd, wearing branded jacket and grey woollen hat. Where is my red haired goddess? I need to order ein grüner tee bitte, and with the cold I need to order it soon! The other waitress - dark hair, dark curls, dark eyes and a thick jumper - closes the outer doors and the temperature goes up instantly, and it really is great.