Review of Park Lane – by Annie P.
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The worst guards of my life! I've never had such a bad response. Instead of talking about a simple misunderstanding on the dance floor, which didn't even make it into a situation, my boyfriend was towed from the dance floor and thrown into a drunken cell right away. They threw me out of the club, without a jacket in the snow! While waiting for my friend to come with the jacket, I stand angrily to myself and mumble, as a result of two guards tightly grabbing my arms and bringing me into a room. After a while, the police and also take me to a drunken cell, but a milder cell for those who are less drunk, which I was.
If guards can't open their mouths and ask what happened before they throw someone into a drunken cell, you might wonder if they've chosen the right profession?! Filler cells should be for people who can't handle themselves. We could have just left and the problem would have been solved. It's not human to treat your guests like that, like we weren't even people of flesh and blood! It's already so sad with guards who think they're above the law and that they can do whatever they want, and even more boring that they actually get away with it! After all, we guests are the unsyced and they are sober. But that doesn't fucking excuse such behavior!