is it just me, or has nightlife in manhattan slowly degenerated into a party mecca for the top 40 craving congregations? i won’t bore you with a prolonged rant on the issue, but the good old days at misshapes and sweet paradise (which was just a month ago) have come and gone. so as posers and bankers spilled over from the meatpacking to the corners of the island, a few of us ventured out to greenpoint, bk for a night of free-spirited, though heavily spirit-fueled, revelry at studio b. put on your dancing shoes and join the exodus.
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ok, who’s the wiseguy that took off the video link?
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not me.