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What happens when you turn a classic biker clubhouse into a venue where hipsters mingle with Bushwick natives? Locust. Recently, this hush-hush locale off the JMZ has seen some of the area’s best performers, DJs, promoters and parties pass through each Thursday. The stripper stage is always leather-clad and stacked. Artists, rappers and club kids dance under the whir of bubble machines. Dice scatter across the bar while skate videos play on the monitors. Last week, an ex-convict turned magician taught me a quarter trick and a woman named Fish offered intoxicated but valuable life counsel. All nights beside Thursdays, however, Locust transforms back into a clubhouse (strictly) for Puerto Rican bikers and co.
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