The story of the amusingly titled ghetto latte. And a slightly simplified version for those of you who (like me) haven't got the slighest clue when it comes to Starbucks-speak.
Thing is the cafe at work does the whole free milk thing so I am way tempted to ask them for a ghetto latte and see what they say.
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