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I spent all of about
five minutes in this joint before a big work party to celebrate the
MTV Awards, and can honestly say it turned my stomach. Even thinking
of Miami makes me wretch. Can you think of a more retarded city than
Miami? Seriously, the hair products and $10,000 dresses are smarter
than the people wearing them. This joint actually tries to mimic that
South Beach feel, and succeeds to the point that I would think that≠s
what a rundown club in Miami would feel like. It may have been my
imagination, but my lungs started to close, and my skin broke out
in a greasy sweat. I didn≠t start to breathe like a human being again
until I hit the sidewalk and hailed a cab down to a divey pub. Being
a pale landlubber who gets the cold shakes even imagining wearing
open-toed shoes makes this a really bad match. I≠m sure the party
that night was a good time, but I couldn≠t take the vision of mesh
shirts, Lamborghinis and six-foot Asian women in slit dresses dancing
in my head. There≠s clearly something wrong with me, but if I never
set foot in the state of Florida again I will die a happy man. [MF]
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