I inhale deeply, taking in the perforating scent of freshly ground coffee beans, punctuated by the smells of cologne, hairspray and someones perfume from behind me. They aren’t entirely unpleasant smells, but they are sharp; contrasting the warmth of the traditional coffee smell, rich and deep. A city of cobwebs and wires span across the ceiling, below it, the people bustle. Behind the words and name-calling of the coffee shop, I can hear music playing, softly, rhythmically, in the background; floating above us.. This place is filled with culture and stories: the girl meeting with her mentors, the young couple stealing kisses while in the que, the loner, the old man with his newspaper and qu



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