Never, no wop can live without espresso.
My last vice. I dont eat meat, or dairy, or smoke, I drink the very occasional beer or campari.
But my coffee I love it,
I love the way it smells, the way it looks, the tradition of grinding the beans and making the coffee, pouring it into a tiny white china cup and raising it to my lips like a kiss, then the warmth in the mouth the aroma going up from the back of the pallet, then slowly the taste grows and I swallow the hot brown liquid, and it warms me through.
Give that up NEVER!
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