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Not much has changed at Duff's since the rock bar decamped from its East River–side space for a subterreanean spot near the Marcy J, M, Z stop. Drink are cheap, music memorabilia lines the walls and the metal-heavy jukebox, a holdover from the hearse-driving owner’s previous venture, Bellevue of Hell’s Kitchen, devotes as much space to indie classics like the Cramps as it does to softies like Peggy Lee.