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Half past seven, a haunted house that serves liquor. Ignore the ground floor entirely — the bar is in the basement and they call it the Catacombs.
Ybor City
Three stops · One password · No witnesses
Half past seven, a haunted house that serves liquor. Ignore the ground floor entirely — the bar is in the basement and they call it the Catacombs.
Two dollars buys fifteen minutes of shuffleboard and the right to talk trash until closing. Whatever gets wagered here is binding.
Walk into a bakery, tell a stranger a password, and watch a bookcase let you through. Dessert and a hi-fi system on the other side.
The car sleeps in Ybor. You collect it tomorrow, in daylight, with coffee. Tonight nobody is negotiating about who is fine to drive.