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Meet Olivia, a struggling barista by day and a budding ‘content creator’ by night. Livestreaming her coffee-pouring skills, writhing in simulated ecstasy as she manually froths milk, and loudly proclaiming her existence to the void has earned her a modest following online. But it’s her ‘Crappaccino’ that’s the real showstopper – a deliciously terrible concoction of burnt grounds, stale milk, and questionable life choices.
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**Note: This fiction piece contains controversial content and should not be considered representative of real people or situations.**