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So, I’m cruisin’ down Hafnargata, just vibin’ to my tunes. The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this cute little café, Café Mokka. I mean, who can resist a good cup of coffee? Not me! I pop in, order a latte, and the barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want whipped cream?” I’m like, “Dude, yes!” So, I’m sippin’ this heavenly drink, and life’s good.

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