scenic restrooms of South Florida. We post 'em, you name 'em.
For this edition of GWIP, we bring you to a spicy, spacious water closet in a well-traveled restaurant-bar in Broward County. The air in this dark haunt smells of tequila and lust, and, as you'll see in the photo below, there are few pretenses here. That said, there aren't many better places to spend a rainy day drinking margaritas with strangers.
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Yep, in this stall you have toilet paper, a toilet seat cover, but, um, no toilet. And that, on a rowdy weekday night, does not stop at least a few unsober patrons from using this stall.
Can you name this wonderful peeing place? (If so, we hope you had solid aim.)
By the way, if you guessed Havana Hideout for our last installment of GWIP, you certainly know your colorful little urination stations.