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A club that married an ultra-exclusive door policy and ban on cameras and phones at the entrance with that jaw-dropping interior of old school furnishings, fairy lights and sticky carpet.
It was a place where you could just as easily end up singing karaoke with a world famous superstar as get your leg peed on by a drunken fool at the bar - while being flashed at by the barmaid.
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