I asked the security guy outside what it is. He said it's a Karaoke Bar. I asked if I could have a look. He said no. I asked why. He said it is private. I asked what that means. He said I know. I said I don't. He said there's girls. I said ok. He said he's sorry. I said no problem.

  

Los Angeles etc.

  

 

Weds, locks, Portland and the shits

End up puking your guts out through the night and vegetate in a themed room with changing light.