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This cavernous, banquette-lined space serves up its sleaze quite cheekily. The walls are decorated with fake Louis Vuitton emblems and—fittingly enough—red cocks (i.e., roosters). A gigantic screen for camp movies and gay porn complements the American Apparel-clad go-go boys who are scruffy, slim, and, much to the crowd's delight, approachable.  — Christopher Carbone