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The motto on the inside: "if your friends aren't here, they're not in town." Says something about their clientele, I suspect. The Bismarck was the source of great amusement to us wiseacre kids: hey, did they have a Fargo bar in Bismarck? Ha ha! My friend Jim swore he once saw a nun come out of the Bismarck - since the biggest Catholic church was half a block away, she may have been picking up some sacramental wine for an emergency.
It's still around.

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