Welcome to the sweatshop!

Sexual Seduction was playing and it was nicely remixed and everyone was really impressed and then it just .......stopped. I don't think Flasstradamus meant to piss us off, because it was really hot, so hot that maybe they forgot to keep playing the song after that. Vancouver might have better beaches than everywhere else in the world, but their downstairs secret sauna rooms are boring and god damn hot. Hot as in hot. Steam rooms are the new hot. I'm all...ah! Sweatshop is not just a clever name! It's literally a sweatshop! Everyone is struggling to shrug their shoulders and give each other that "whatever" look. It's obviously a sweatshop, what did you expect. I make a Holocaust joke and no one laughs and I know it's just because there is condensation dripping from the ceiling. Look around! The $20 cover demanded at the door is for a good reason! Your mascara could RUN! You could BE someone at the sweatshop!. Meanwhile the washroom crew is splashing toilet water on their faces and holding each others hair back. Anything other than the sweatshop makes about as much sense as moving out of your parents house.