Love

Where is the love? Waiting in line to enter a four-story windowless warehouse. A-list rap starz take the stage, skimpiest female backup line ever. Glam parties for Washington big shots and the beautiful hordes (whores?) that roll with ‘em. Cognac tastes better in the backseat of a stretch hummer. Hemorrhage twenties like you was 50 Cent. All races dig the world party but door sign should read: Welcome to Washington's worst hood, have good car insurance.