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| - Who does real time reviews? This fuckin guy. I'm at the Bikini Lounge, and it's so god damn baller that I pulled out my sweet ass iPhone and started typing. I'm here with a bunch of yelpers, and I'm pretty sure they've all reviewed this place, so I know I'm just adding more stars to this joint.
When you live across the street from a bar, and not just any bar, the best dive bar on the planet, things can get dangerous. But the fact that the fuckin ATM is always broken at this cash-only shithole keeps me from going completely bankrupt. I'm surprised it hasn't been condemned, but that's probably cuz all the drunk ass people in here fight off OSHA with empty pitchers that used to contain delicious PBR.
Amber W. specifically asked me to mention the large group of over-the-top lesbians that are sitting in the booth next to us, so, yeah, they're here too. And not shockingly, they're having a great time, cuz it's impossible not to here.
If you want friendly bartenders, get the fuck out. If you want clean glasses, get the fuck out. If you want bathrooms that don't have AIDS all over the place, get the fuck out. But if you want a cold beer and a bunch of idiots dancing to a shitty song you've never heard, you've come to the right place.
Ok, since I'm still actually at the place I'm reviewing, I'd better order another PBR before this bartender kicks my ass. Word to ya motha.
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