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• “a woman walks into a bar…” the Drawing Room

“a woman walks into a bar…” the Drawing Room

The streets at 6am are pretty deserted. The night rain lends a neon sheen to the asphalt, reflecting lamplights and flickering street signs that signals the calm before the storm when car-driven humanity clogs the streets to the mundane. I’m on my way to the Drawing Room, opening at 6am. I pull into the empty […]