Review of Slakthuset – by Allan T.
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As the five stars indicate ' ' Wow, it's cruel! ' ' Here it is broken and beautiful may I say. There is clearly a sense of slaughter in the room, the sweat drops from the thank you, down in my watery G&T and fills me with the feeling of being in the right place at the right time.
Heavy techno and minimal house explodes out of the overworked PA system, all seem happy and grisic. The guy in the bar was called Elias and may be the most beautiful kufen I encountered in a white black club context. He said it va fun to work there.
The view is adorable and moves me in my innermost, Stockholm, a mix of sweet and salt. As a djungelvrål, the feeling of slaughterhouse is stuck in my teeth and I am coaxing frantically with the tongue to access that last good. Sunket has reached a new level, I love it.
Try Cavan, does not cost many money and is not superdisgusting.
Sincerely, Allan