In this task, you are given Yelp reviews. The task is to classify a review as "POSITIVE" if the overall sentiment of the review is positive or as "NEGATIVE" if the overall sentiment of the review is negative.

Do you love watching your friend win money, while you lose it all? Are you a fan of playing slots as your other friend stares and cools you down like that William H. Macy movie? Well, you're in luck. Mandalay Bay is THE place to play the Dark Knight slot machine and never win a G.D. thing. I played that sucker for nearly one hour and lost 60 bucks like nobody's biz. And it has one of the best payouts of any ""nickel"" slot ever! Every time I got the damned Fight for Gotham bonus, old Joker never could beat Batman in the race. All you degenerates know what I'm talking about. At least in Vegas you can get a seat to play these games. Forget it at old Morongo in Cabazon. You'll be waiting for Ying-Ling to get off the machine after a minimum of six hours. But I digress. Anyway, so me and some buddies went to Mandalay Bay after a night of overpaying at the Palms Pool to see Busta Rhymes ""perform"" for 15-20 minutes. And by perform, I mean your typical rap concert, where the dude comes out and spits random verses from a song he wasn't even featured on. Thanks, Busta. Remember when you saw your bodyguard get shot to death, but you played that dumb ""don't snitch"" card and didn't tell the cops anything? You must be proud of yourself, fatty. Oh yeah, so Mandalay Bay in a whole? Sucks. I hate going there with the fury of a thousand Garfields crammed into their expensive cafe. 15 dollar omelets that make you hungry in 2 hours? Come to theCAFE or whatever the hell it's called. Also, the damn restrooms are few and far between. Seems like I'm always walking a damn mile to look for one. There was this weirdo in there, I think a Ruskie spy stuck in the 1980's. Old comrade would hate the way Vegas turned out if he could ever leave that place. And don't get me started on the table games. I saw my friend win like 5 hundy and flash his 500 dollar chip like a newborn baby. I wanted to hang him by his giant chin beard. Everybody else there was losing all da money. Too bad there wasn't a riot like that night Tupac fought some dude in the lobby of the MGM Grand. Ah, memories of 96!
NEGATIVE