The thick waft of cigar. Dim lights n’ low shadow. We are way down low where the sun don’t go. Oldie tunes wail on a bullet popped juke box that’s seen it all and knows when to keep quiet. Those who make the big bad moves adorn the walls casting their gaze upon all who serve them well. Bad Bunny life can take its toll, so this is the place where all who brawl, dig n’ chop their way through the day can rest their buns n’ enjoy some down time.

Busy Bad Bunnies gonna need it.