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| - If you're wondering where all the filth, the scum, the trash and dirt and rotting jellyfish sores of the earth are hanging out tonight, wonder no more! They're all here at this decrepit McDonald's restaurant. They are mostly composed of the lowest common denominator of violent/miserable/filthy/hungry patrons of the Latin Quarter scene. Want to get in a fight with someone you don't know when you're just minding your own business? Just get in line! Want to feel like a human-shaped piece of shit? Get in line! Want to eat trash that, if left in a basement, will probably outlive you? Get in line!
Now, fellow Yelpers may have noticed that I am a vegan and thus may have noticed that I have no reason to go to McDonald's in the first place. Well, believe it or not, vegans have meat-eater friends, and my meat-eater friends drag me to this sarlaac pit every time we're in the neighbourhood. I have been many, many, many times. If the CEO of McDonald's came to this particular branch (actually, if he went to pretty much ANY McDonald's), I'm sure he wouldn't approve. Well, maybe he would. Who knows. In any case, I have seen hell and am no longer afraid of it. I have had a stranger slap a burger bun in my face. I have witnessed sprayings of mustard. I have witnessed screamings, fights, the pulling of hairs. I have witnessed the McDonald's employees not giving a shit and have witnessed them looking like they wished they were dead. I have witnessed terrible, drunken beatboxing and threats to the staff. I have witnessed hell. I have witnessed this McDonald's.
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