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The Bourbon and Branch Disguised doors leading to hidden rooms, a trapdoor to the basement, a detective agency with a mystery, and a secret password that you’ll need in order to get in, it’s no wonder this upscale bar was once a genuine prohibition era speakeasy.
Going Out.
Soul Holocaust. Sure, my body is grounded Into oppressive stupor. And I'm forged as a link In the chains of rain- Almost 100%. Anchors aweigh, Women your battle-stations, And the shores, painted with my memories- Away! Descend into the grind- 3 alarm fire below My gut, somewhere deep Unequivocal. Wind with A broken leg running in dismay, In the stark monolith Downtown. Red light at the end Of the tunnel- we're taking water Starport, gentlemen, starport. Full stroke beneath the waves, Propellers- half step and corks Barrage our foreheads- Pounding shore artillery. Crystal, pearls And bubbles- total tour de force, gentlemen, We're in heaven.
