gahbage bah
It’s a bar. But it’s like a dumpster fire had a baby with a broken jukebox.
I walked into the gahbage bah and immediately knew I was never leaving. The lights were flickering, the smell was worse than my mom’s old gym socks.
My friend got into a fight at the gahbage bah. It was over a hot dog and a bad joke about his ex.
The gahbage bah was so bad, even the rats left. And they’re tough.