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Room. This spot is set deep in the bowels of the earth and descending the stairs into its
smokey depths conjures up images of Dante's Inferno - or catching the Harlem subway. But
the sounds emanating from within are enough to keep you climbing down even if it were hell
itself. You might find anyone down there from Joe Blu, Gauteng's Mr Bojangles to Henry Ate
. Whoever it is it'll be worth listening to as the Blues Room only hosts the best. Sandton
night creatures include those testosterone boys and Kate Moss girls who mark the mink and
mature set out on the razzle. |
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