For years, being in a run-down district across the street from the "Murder Mart" meant Comet Bar could do as it pleased. In an era where the smell of smoke makes yuppies shit blood, people still freely lit up at the bar. Punk bands still played real punk rock. The bartender's lazy elbow ensure the best three-shot shots of whiskey in town. But all good things must come to an end, and the bar's location within the Greater North Foxtown Co-Prosperity Sphere was the final clincher.
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