i brought cw to this bar, the back room. the experience lies in the journey there. for a minute, he really thought that i was going to bring him to a place to get fixes (ie drugs). he loved the place. we were the only ones there, at 8pm. i told him to get whatever drinks for me. he got me a mojito which they served in a teacup, complete with saucer. his mug was in a cylinder clay container with no handle. how cool eh.
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