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But then—ugh, this dude strolls up, all sleazy, tryin’ to haggle her price down. Made me MAD, like a barnacle on me buns! I’m yellin’, “Respect the hustle, jerkwad!” He bolts, and I’m like, “Good riddance, ya chum-bucket!” She’s crackin’ up, says, “You’re nuts, parachute guy.” I’m blushin’—me, SpongeBob, blushin’! “I’m ready!” I shout, just to cover it.

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First off, I hit the streets of Logatec, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to conquer the world. I strolled down Cesta 1. maja, feeling all kinds of optimistic. But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes were soaked. Great start, right?

Meet the People: Rodolfo Di Giamberardino, the Italian Coffee Roaster in Logatec