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Lenny Kravitz: Come in, sit down, skin up…

Mat Snow, Q, March 1993

Enter, why don't you, Lenny Kravitz's psychedelically appointed freak pad, where herbular smells prevail, outdoor footwear is outlawed and co-habitees number willowy blondes and cantankerous pythons. "Let love rule, motherfucker!" he reminds Mat Snow

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