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Last night, I tried to go to The Box. I’ve never been before, though I’ve heard a good deal about it. It’s a nightclub off in lower Manhattan known for its debaucherous, no-phones-allowed burlesque performances that are said to get more extreme as the night goes on, going from sexy to bizarre to downright gross. I’ve never been in part because I’ve seen this sort of thing before, but mainly because it is expensive and there’s a line. My friend
Camille Sojit Pejcha, who invited me last night, says she was charged $32 for a shot the other time she went. I’d rather whip myself with barbed wire than pay that, nevermind having to be assessed by a bouncer beforehand.
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