Gangs of Amenians is nothing.
I used to work out in a ghetto gym in the "bad" part of Durham, NC (not so bad, it was safer than everywhere I ever lived in Miami) with huge scary guys who had obviously been in prison. The equipment was fairly old, sometimes rusty, and the place had a tin roof and no AC, so in the summer it's sweltering.
I now work out in a fancy gym in the EU Quarter, populated by guys in designer track suits. When the guys aren't actually lifting, they are preening, talking on their cell phones or just sitting there hogging the machines. Also, they smell bad.
Guess which gym I prefer? If you guessed ghetto gym, you are right. Waiting for a machine while a guy checks out his bicep flex makes me insane.
P.S. - If anyone knows how to say "why the fuck don't you stop hogging the machine and go flex in the mirror?" in French, please PM me. Also, "if you keep sitting there talking on your phone, I'm going to make you eat it" would also be helpful.