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 I want a shop, where it's a coffee shop that's also a book store/library. People can either borrow or purchase books if they want a copy to go home and read in the daytime. Maybe upstairs or something, it can be some kind of airbnb, hostel setting, with a side entrance perhaps?

At night, it can be a speakeasy, we can push the table so the side. We can do some stand up, some live music, in a real intimate setting.

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