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Rather, the Vault's downfall was an accident of geography, the club being located right where the state Department of Transportation had decided to let West Street broaden into a new six-lane northsouth corridor formally known as Route 9A. To promote her anything-goes salon after its move to the new building, Carpenter got a mannequin, dressed it in black leather and matching mask, and hung it off the side of the building with a spotlight on it. Here I am, this naive businessman, surrounded by these professional criminals.\n "The operators exercised their rights under the law and sought a ruling from the courts on initial payments they had received," says transportation department spokeswoman Jennifer Post.
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State Gets Nailed at Sex Club
Anthony Marini was the manager at the Vault, the old S&M club in the meat-packing district on the western edge of Greenwich Village, during its heyday in the 1990s. * As such, he never lacked for entertainment. * There was the guy who wore a dog collar and little else and who insisted on walking on all fours. There was the wealthy executive who donned chains and loincloth and rolled in the dirt, pleading that he was a Roman slave who needed whipping. There were the wannabe goths who wore capes, capped their teeth with porcelain fangs, and clustered in the corners biting one another. On the celebrity side, there was Madonna, who was so fond of observing these hijinks that she had much of her photo book, succinctly titled Sex, shot at the club. Al Pacino came to study up for an acting role. Marini remembers him as...
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