Crapulous

In pondering what to write about this place, I begin to understand how a cop feels when they have to write up a situation which contains no shortage of idiocy and lunacy, as if reality had ripped open and a phantasmagoria of shit sprayed stench all over a little place in WuDaoKou.

Drinks are horrible, and expensive. They're only there to convince the prostitute you're trying to pick up from propaganda that you're willing to spend more money than something's actually worth.

Staff is racist and retarded. I'm a white guy, the more common target of full-a-beans Chinese kids, but here I've only seen the staff harass and assault other Chinese dudes. Chinese guys are the only ones required to pay an entry fee, as I understand, so that the slew of Chinese girls don't have to face the morally self-righteous stares of their jealous countrymen as they get sloshed and hook up with the dregs of the west.

Let me check that last paragraph and mark that the last time I went to Propaganda, to find a friend to inform them of a death in the fam, I stood on the stairs to scan the 乌合之众 crowd and was accosted by two security guards who were profoundly unsympathetic. I knocked them the fuck off me, on their butts, and down the steps into a sea of stares, and left before I got jumped.

What else, ah! Perhaps most important. There is a host of aids being passed around. I found myself happened to be concealed behind a post at a Cantonese restaurant near Propaganda, sitting and eating mind you, when four 美欧 white dudes came in to BS about their friend who, having months ago discovered he had HIV, set about to give it to as many Chinese girls at Propaganda as he could, blaming them for such an affliction.

I'm sure someone's going to be masterfully upset with this post, but I just can't give less of a damn about anything. Final thoughts?
Don't go to Propaganda.