to summarize; all the D-bags and euro-trash wannabies who get rejected from Marqui next door, spend their evenings next door at glass. The convinient location allows the shame of not being able to gain access into Marqui, to be quickly dispersed... Apparently, the stage dancing girls who come out after midnight were declined employment at Marqui as well.
It's kind of like the creme-de-la-Hoboken meets Miami-chic ...
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