![]() You open the double doors and go straight from the blazing Texas sun into an immediately cooler environment lush with flora, trickling water, and the sound of chirping birds. You’re standing on a street behind the busy artery of South Lamar and you happen upon a nondescript wooden porthole door flagged with a hanging bowl in a fishnet.
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