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Wenn man momentan die Frage nach den energischsten Rappern stellt, fällt häufig der Name Lil Durk. Technisch grenzt sich dieser vom halben Chicago-Umfeld ab, aber inhaltlich, geht es kein bisschen weniger zimperlich vor. Sein neuester Streich sind 52 Bars oder auch More Bars.

wifing we don't do that shit that shit be trifling cause the same bitch that eat the clot like she diking loving hoes thats the same bitch you put that pipe in she sucking dick that's the same bitch you give good night kiss sucka yo ass a sucka… superman if i can't make you dance i bet that oozie can….

Ambiance: This is the kind of place I’m not usually drawn to; tony couches and black dress cocktail waitress with a backlit bar and portraits of creepy ladies with beer cans or bubble wrap. I later came to find out it was called The Library. Experience: I had nice conversation with my sis and her coworker but that prob skews things. The wait staff was chipper yet aloof. A cool-running vent kept bartender (she basically admitted) from checking on us. Drink: The Moscow Mule was well mixed, but I deduct a bajillion points for being served in a glass and not copper. I followed with Basil Hayden’s with some ice. Apparently the ice was $9. Final Rating: Man if if I had to meet a high class prostitute...

Final Rating: I'd go here any afternoon or early evening to hang out and burn through $10 of quarters. I might even plan a man/nerd outing here. Nerdez-vous perhaps?

Final Rating: This was a great place to set up an early rendez-vous before other adventures in Buck-er Park. I would set up more meetings there for sure. Let's call it a Rendez-joint.