Doomed. Philosophical excursions into determinism versus free will are unwarranted. The walls are painted mental asylum gray. Cluttered with television monitors playing self-absorbed reminders of the cliche you're standing in. Mocking your desperation to be viewed as you sip your over priced adult beverage. But never mind that. The VIP section is a booth located fifteen feet from the entrance. And roped off with the velvet rope most commonly seen at an AMC theatre. Yeahhh. Oh and the booths are the same mental asylum gray as the walls. Monochromatism gone fucking retarded. Of course, it's possible that the owners created a living satire of the cliche that is clubs. Yeah, and perhaps Elvis and Tupac opened a 7-11 in Ecuador, too. Seriously. DC-10 is the size of a Denali and lit brighter than a pharmacy.This picture notwithstanding. I ain't making it up.
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