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Bob Marley goes to rehab and gets a master's degree. One world ethic now played out among patterned wall swatches and photo art ripped from early 90's Benetton catalogue. Bathrooms built from old doors clash beautifully with industrial strength bar, polished stools. Hanging samba drums indicate a little night music every night, some bossa, some nova. Lounge menu is half antipasti, the other half rhymes with scallopini. Anti-adrenalin for DC's culturati, self-described artists, true jazz poets.
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