input: Write a negative yelp review (OPTIONS:
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- positive).
output: I can usually find something positive about every situation but this hotel experience was a disaster. The most offensive thing that ruined our while trip was trusting our belongings would be safe in our room. Money was stolen from the safe as well as a pair of shoes and a money voucher from our earnings the night previous... We entered the room while the maid was cleaning and she ran out quickly before we noticed anything was gone. Security did nothing but have us fill out a report so they could "investigate". They wouldn't comp us a cabana or anything to compensate for some of the stolen items via THEIR employees. Sketch. This place overbooks... There's never a free chair to sit at the pool, and it's not the place to go if you're looking to get away from the kids for a weekend. The hallways are thinly walled and you can ear everything from people down the hall at an early hour in the morning. Terrible service, the buffet had rubbery meat... The overall experience wasnt a positive one. Now to round it off with the only good experience - the shark reef was spectacular. I'll be staying at the cosmopolitan for my next trip. Perhaps they won't have thieves working there.
input: Write a positive yelp review (OPTIONS:
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output: WOOT! Special 100th review of the Hard Rock!!!!!!!! Well slap my ass and tell me it's my birthday. I like Hard Rock because it's vibe is different. Cooler, hipper but still accessible, full of pretty people... And they have AWESOME go-go dancers! Normally, the sight of young girls gyrating on a pole for money makes me feel sorry for them. I think to myself "how much would this poor girl rather be doing something else for a living?" And I typically watch in muted horror as they shake their wiggly hips and bend in ways that must've served them well when they had aspirations of being a ballerina instead. The girls at the Hard Rock, however, made me feel otherwise. I watched as they danced the night away -- captivated by one girl in particular with short, pixie-styled dark hair, who knew how to WORK a ROOM. I swear, based on my attentiveness to her performance, every guy there must've thought I was a lesbian (I'm not), but it was just so refreshing to see a dancer who (a) actually knew how to DANCE, (b) obviously liked to perform and didn't look pitiful, and (c) was beautiful and alluring without being skanky. Good for her -- I give snaps! Other than the show, Body English was stupid... We were supposed to be on a VIP list for entry, but because we came at 12:15 (and not 12am) we were told lists were no longer being honored and we'd have to wait in line and pay the cover like everyone else. Not to be a traitor to my gender and all, but it was a bespectacled snooty girl who apprised me of this snafu -- I have a feeling if I'd been dealing with a guy, it wouldn't have been a problem. For whatever reason this girl had decided she didn't like me and was going put her flat iron of a foot down. So we said 'thanks, but no thanks.' What happened next wasn't Hard Rock's fault, so I can't really take off stars (though it would've been nice if their response would've been quick and with concern), but the high point of the evening had to be when I got thrown up on whilst at the ATM near the cashier. There I was, innocently standing by in my pinstripe skirt and T-strap "CFM" heels while my boyfriend used the ATM, when a lurching Drunky McDrunk-Drunk stumbled over to us (holding on to the wall for dear life), and proceeded to vomit all over himself, the wall, ATM, floor, and me. Puke once, shame on you. Puke twice, three, four, or five times, slip in your own vomit, fall down in its pool, and splash my legs with it... shame on me.
input: Write a negative yelp review (OPTIONS:
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- positive).
output:
Nothing positive to say about this venue. I am always disappointed when a band I love plays here.