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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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Ahoy, me hearty! Lemme spin ye a yarn 'bout Somerset, US – a quirky cobblestone patch o’ wonder and oddity, savvy? Arr, this place be a right mix o’ charm and chaos. I’ve called it home many a year, sort o’ like how Uncle Boonmee drifts through memories, whisperin’ secrets o’ past lives... err, ye feel me?

Pink Bean expansion underway. This is what's coming to the Somerset coffee shop location.