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Today, in the wake of the shittiest storm New York has ever seen, Manhattan’s shittiest dive bar is shuttering its doors for good. St. Jerome’s was a horrible and fantastic place, a peerless dump in the belly of the Lower East Side where the author of this article used to DJ and bartend and Lady Gaga shook her ass as a go-go dancer before she turned into whatever it is that she is now. It was also a place with its own dedicated drug room, and an after-hours scene that had to be witnessed to be believed. So before it turns into another exposed-brick artisanal kombucha spot, here’s a brief history of St. Jerome’s.

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Whoa, St. Jerome’s is gone? I spent my first year in the city going there a lot, I brought my dad there once, he said he liked it, but wished they didn’t play porn on the TVs. It’s kind of sad. I had a lot of good nights there. RIP St. Jerome’s, you filthy monster.