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The Tender Trap on Long Island has to be it for me. Bunch of us high school seniors decided to go there one night to see some "exotic" dancing. The entire inside of the place looked like someone's basement painted all black, smelled like the men's room in Penn Station, I think the bathroom was out back. For .50 you got about 6 oz of warm Schmidtz in a jelly jar glass that no doubt had never been washed. I guess one of the stripers was off duty and decided to borrow some money from a patron while his head was turned. All of a sudden we hear, "I hate f'ing bar theives," and turn to see this guy clock the chick. She goes down on the floor in heap, out cold, no one did a thing, she just lay there slumped on the floor he went back to his perch at the bar. We left that place like the Delta brothers leaving the Dexter Lake Club.
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