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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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09.19.17

I needed wifi while running errands today, so I popped into a hole-in-the-wall cafe that turned out to be Hooters with coffee. A gorgeous blond hapa woman served pricey coffee with a big smile while attired in a white ribbed bodysuit and white stilettos. Hanging out were a couple of lone dudes, both Asian--a sheepish, geeky young guy on his smartphone and an older, gnarled, gold-toothed uncle who joked with the server. Had I known the cafe was Vietnamese-owned, I would have ordered my coffee with condensed milk.





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