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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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So, I sit down, trying to chill. But then, this group of tourists comes in, loud as heck. They’re taking selfies, blocking the whole place. I’m trying to write my notes, and they’re like, “Look at this cute café!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but you’re ruining it!”

Figure 1. Visuals of the six coffee samples evaluated by coffee...