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Anyone who spends more than five minutes in our presence realizes that we're big fans of profanity. Usually. But for some reason, this dumb sex shop on Melrose rubbed us the wrong way from the get-go. There's nothing even remotely clever, cheeky or fun about calling yourself FUK U. Maybe the linguistic subtleties were lost on visionary/proprietor Christophe Doumaiselle, whose name is no longer on the marquee, either.
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