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My experience at B Star Gym was a masterclass in how not to run an expensive gym. From the moment I walked in, the atmosphere was as welcoming as a tax audit. The receptionist, who seemed to have perfected the art of passive-aggressive indifference, made it abundantly clear that my interest in joining was a mere inconvenience. Her attitude was a symphony of "I don't care," a performance that should win an award for sheer disdain. When I first asked for a tour, I was told to "do it on my own." It took a couple of requests to finally get a trainer who, to no one's surprise, was equally disinterested. The "tour" was a miserable, half-hearted walk-through of a cramped space. The gym isn't impressive; it's just a claustrophobic maze of equipment crammed together with no sense of flow or open space. After enduring the lackluster tour, I made the mistake of asking for pricing. I was met with the same cold, dismissive attitude. The message was loud and clear: "Pay up or get out." For a gym that charges a premium, you'd expect a certain level of professionalism and courtesy. Instead, you get the vibe of a back-alley garage sale run by people who'd rather be anywhere else. Save your money and your dignity. Don't bother with this place. This gym is a prime example of an establishment that believes its location can compensate for its terrible service and unwelcoming culture.