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![]() ![]() ![]() Re-entering the building you pass through the Brazilian Style Restaurant and adjoining smoking lounge. This torcedorian gatekeeper holds the number one rolling station. As we left that day I handed him a modest tip as an expression of my gratitude for their hospitality, "Gracias que esto está para todos." ![]() ![]() |
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Off to left of the rolling room is a magical tiled sunlit room where this fellow sat alone preparing the leaf.
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Another one of the masterful torcedora.
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![]() ![]() This women had an old postcard of the hotel entrance pinned to her desk, the very same one we passed through on our way in. She is bunching. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() My daughter enjoyed the experience as well. Yeah, I thought those guys where checking her out too. ![]() This woman was tasked with placing the bands on the cigars. ![]() |
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