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saint vitus: patron saint of dancing or 70’s doom metal band?  one thing’s for sure, it’s a bar that time left behind.  when i had originally received word from my brooklynite that we would be attending the prostitution show, i had to think hard about whether i had appropriate garb…but then i remembered that all i needed was to pack an all-black outfit and not wash my hair for a while.  as we scuttled up greenpoint avenue toward the covert entrance, we came across some ex-seattlites (what are the chances?).  inside, a time warp, as if i had lifted a rock and found a dimly lit secret metalhead colony underneath.  this place was no-nonsense, no dress-code…but somehow they had fernet.

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