Located on the corner of Chrystie & Stanton, this drag-esque lounge isn't a far cry from the Mr. Brightside production. As both are that of a masquerade ball, I find it unchivalrous to copy such talent and wisdom from a legendary band. Specifically, this song brings me back to sophomore year in high school, where nap time in study hall/detention consisted of none other than The Killers "Hot Fuss" album on repeat.
And that's all I have to say.
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