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Reply to "Farewell Charming Old New York: Part 3"

I like S'tan's Las Vegas suggestion. There could be an alternate universe New York there. Kind of like a Twilight Zone scene. One street with Florent, the Second Avenue Deli, CBGB's, etc. You could dose someone here with roofies, fly them to Vegas, dump them on the corner, wait for them to wake up, and then watch them go mad.

The last time I ended up at Florent was around 1993, with this person who said they wanted to break up with me but couldn't quite do it. They kept coming back to fuck all night. And then we would end up at Florent around 3 or 4 AM. And everyone would look at us like they could smell the fornication. By that time in the evening I could care less about a scene and would just slump back from a table, usually massively intoxicated, and fit in without really trying to. But that is what the place was great for if you ask me. As much as there were people straining really hard to be some kind of scenesters there, the place was actually much more amenable to just letting yourself be your old outre' self and not care at all about having to be scrutinized for a hipness factor. In fact, most places in the district there at that time were like that, you could just be your regular old fabulously demimonde self and not give a shit about it being a scene. When there are too many self-conscious people, to my mind that is when a place starts to lose it.
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