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The hottest tea, the spiciest gossip, the fiercest commentary and no fucking censorship. We are the Los Santos VIXEN. Hope you've been doing your kegels, babe. Letter from the editor: Sis, stop reading the story and BE the story. Submit your gossip to our handy and under-fucking-utilized gossip submission form. Chop chop. Also Like, Subscribe, Share, is this your first time online? Click HERE ! LSVIXEN XOXO ❤️ Bar Review: Real Underground Cocktail Hours at 'The Republic' (4/5) ('The Republic' in Morningwood) Rating: 💋💋💋 💋 Curious about the rating scale and what it means? Read more HERE As much as I adore a beer in a divey pub like at The Diving Board Pub, I am still hopelessly and always going to be that bitch with the martini. In pursuit of this, I meandered the streets looking for something suitably low key but one notch up on the classy scale. My travels took me far and wide. I was imperiled when I accidentally knocked over a homeless ladies baby stroller only to find what poured out was not an injured baby but, like fifty, cans of Bush's Baked Beans in varying stages of botulistic denting. Running for my life, I found myself a refuge... A refuge called The Republic. Descend into the Underworld! 🖤 (The descent into 'The Republic' has such vibes.) One thing I adore that goes way underrated is how you enter a bar, a club, or a bogus court case suing you for disorderly conduct in an airplane. You can stroll in screaming, hooping, hollering, or you can pop a Xanax and enter a calm and cool demeanor. The Republic had a coat check area and a sign in space unmanned due to it just being a regular night and a set of stairs that delved you red and ready into its undercroft. This, too, is an after work drink spot, but it's for a different kind of worker which we'll get to later in the review. The descent sets your mind apart from the above-ground world and those above-ground problems. I personally really like this type of bar set-up for that very reason. Call me John Wilkes Booth because I'm... well.. Uh... into Booths I guess... 👉👈 (Private booth seating for when the world is just a little too much.) One of the main features here are the private booths that line the walls. They're structured perfectly so that if you and the girlies or the boys don't want to lurk around the bar-counter for small talk, you absolutely do not have to. It's also primo for people watching and they're all decorated super tastefully. The tables are in-fact actually tables and the seats are super comfy. Love to see it. A lot of the time you'll see these types of features not exactly being used by patrons but in this bar there was a good split between the booths and the bar counter as shown in the next section! The vibe is giving surly Eastern European dudes and white collar after work crowd! 😎 (The crowd and vibes, babes. Always good to take a peek!) So basically the vibe was basically a bunch of hot Eastern European types both behind the bar and in the crowd annnnnd a bunch of, like, white collar local workers who def were there for a post-work cocktail. I'd recommend wearing upscale clothes or something that screams 'I'm trapped in an office most of the day' if you want to fit in. I personally loved it. The dudes were hot and the bartender was a sweetheart. People were distributed super evenly between the booths and the bar proving the efficacy of having solid seating and private spaces melded together with the usual communal bar moment. I didn't snap a picture, but there's also a DJ booth which means that it probably does turn the fuck up on weekends and whatnots. Def gonna drop by during their turnt moments. One teeeeensy weensy thing that is totally not a super-big deal, but worth mentioning. I ordered a Dirty Vodka Martini because I love them and it feels like I'm being healthy even when I'm most definitely not being healthy. The martini I got unfortunately didn't have any olive brine in it, but it did have bitters and dry vermouth of course as well as some really fucking good Vodka. And it was $200 fucking dollars which was the same price as the Corona at The Diving Board Pub. I'm left with a mixed feeling. The martini was fucking great and it wasn't crazy expensive, but it was made slightly wrong. And that's okay babes, we all make whoopsies. If this whoopsy had cost me $400 bucks I'd probably have Karened out, but I had zero need because I was in a chill environment, with a good drink, for a good price, with some good music playing. ALL IN ALL A genuinely super cute spot. Nice underground vibes with well-priced cocktails, a surly and handsome crowd, a sick DJ set up, and booths for days. All because I fled a woman wielding a can-opener. Glorious, babes. Glorious. Los Santos is such a vibe, isn't it? XOXO DISCLAIMER >Comments are enabled!

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