Bar/Club
Bottle-service delusion, line-cutting, and dance-floor nonsense.
He has confused nightclub seating with venture funding.
This fucking guy ordered bottle service with pure delusion and one checking account.
He waves over the server with the confidence of a hedge fund manager, then asks six different people to Venmo him before the sparklers even cool off.
A nightclub, but make it a police interrogation.
This fucking guy recorded the whole DJ set with flash on like the club needed crime-scene lighting.
Every drop gets the flashlight treatment while everyone behind him watches the booth and his camera roll at the exact same time.
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