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Today at Flavorpill, we confronted Williamsburg’s wiley gutter punks. We were bowled over by these pricey smokes. We wondered if David Arquette’s plexiglass box stunt was supposed to be funny. (Probably not.) We felt sorry for Jonah Hill. We found it strange that the Killers’ were soundtracking a sex trafficking PSA. We reconsidered our use of the word “bromance” to describe Lynn Shelton’s Humpday. We celebrated the gyro. And finally, we decided that wearing an ironic cape to a bar is definitely something we’re too old for at this point — but we enjoy looking at photos of young muggles who are bold enough to try it.