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The red lights set a mood that makes you instantly feel welcome as you enter the bar. I circle the bar and decide on a quiet niche to the right of the entrance, unoccupied by any of the other people here. I take my seat, the middle of three surprisingly comfortable, but unsparingly tacky couches. A single red light, encompassed in a black shade, allows the area within to be highlighted in hard red, interrupted only by a small tea candle to my left. From here, I am free to observe my surroundings without interruptions. Directly opposite the entrance, a blonde woman in black and an unkempt man are settling on barstools dead center in the m