DAILY BEAST: The room has all the ambience of a high school gymnasium converted for a dance; the walls are brick and cinderblock painted a garish orange-red, and at the head of the room is a platform that barely qualifies as a stage where heavily tatted dudes in wifebeaters mill about, some holding microphones and rapping along with the music, some just taking up space. The music is so loud that you have to scream directly into someone’s ear for them to hear you. The crowd loves the down and dirty vibe that prevails; booty bounces to the beat of Juvenile’s “Back
Dat Ass Up.” When the song ends one of the wifebeater boys onstage calls out: “If you ladies got some good coochie, bring it on up here!” Girls’ hands go up around the room, as if to say, “I got it, but you ain’t gettin’ it.” […] Not surprisingly, nobody’s interested in talking to the one white guy in the place who’s looking for information about the girl who used to work in the club and just got killed over four kilos of coke. Some of these people have likely been recently ambushed by homicide detectives asking similar questions. Heads shake silently and hands wave in my face indicating that nobody here has anything to say about the murder. MORE
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