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Okay... The internet cafe is closing. I have to go... I was about to post pictures, that will have to wait! G'night all!
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verne
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le cafe sans fil
i bet France's internet cafes are cafes that have internet in them, not like the sketchy storefronts toronto boasts, that serve dry, greasy muffins, have no coffee at all, whose employee is a life-hating yokel who will dribble spit on your change as he also validates your parking and checks your drycleaning chit, whose computers are current to 2000, and whose clientele is part shifty bookie who is no good at his job, part disenfranchised hooker posting grainy shots of herself being "compromised" on lavalife, and part polish grannie dental hygienist who has the internet confused with "hooked on phonics."