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There's always a bad smell over by the bathrooms; the drinks are stiff and the people are crazy. Welcome to Mars Bar. It's just a narrow room, mostly taken up by a scarred bar with a row of mismatched stools before an assortment of crude (and often rude) paintings behind. No credit cards, no draft beer—hell, you're lucky if there's toilet paper. The glass-brick walls facing Second Avenue provide decent people-watching, if you care enough to look up from your drink, which most patrons don't. After all, sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name.
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