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Welcome to the Caesura Cafe, the last stop for miles on this lonely stretch of digital highway. Gus over there by the espresso machine wants you to sign the guestbook,he's been suspicious about new fish ever since that Rick Starr dick came 'round here looking for clues. Poor Andre's still cowering over in that shadowy corner.
You can check through our Poetry notebook, chill to the music,check out our reviews,or hit the 'cities streets. Doesn't matter to me, 'cause I don't work on commission. |