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| - -Orange-glo faux tanned, beach-blonde, spiked hair and arrogant, egotistical smirked bouncers. Check.
-Entrance located smack dab in the middle of the casino floor. Check.
-No lines = b00bage and w33ner CHAOS. Check.
This racist sh!thole place they call Vanity is a joke. The bouncers are so full of themselves, I swear their heads were about to burst. While waiting in the non-existent line, a pool of sleazeball pedophiles, silicone-valleyed cougars and pumas, ganstas 'n' wankstas, and chicas y chicos will shove and push their way up to the bouncers and walk their botched a$$es into the club while you stand there with your group looking and feeling like a sorry, pathetic fool.
You will love this place if:
1. You have some extra, EXTRA Benjamins to shove up a couple of orange-glo donkey a$$es; cover will cost you another EXTRA.
2. You don't mind being shoved around and feeling like a third world alien in a crowd that more resembles downtown San Jose.
3. You have nothing fancy to wear since dingy sneakers, slashed jeans and buffalo plaid are all the rage here; No class required.
The only cool part about the night is that I saw Lisa Ling. She's too cute.
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