Boards
twatto-bar-centric
There's a queue at 8pm,there's pictures of Che Guevara on the walls, there's only bottled beer, there's men with imitation platinum chains, there's wump wump wumping Latin house. I peer over the dancefloor. There's a man onstage with amplified congas AND bongos wearing lawrence-suspect sunglasses just going wild over every track. It felt like the end of requiem for a dream, but as a bar.