The Viking woman, the filibusters and the gypsies

She's the one who opened the grotto to the gypsies. She came a long way on board a flying drakkar, for she had a mission: find the little lost town of Locondo and save the gypsies. It took a while, as Locondo is - was- a well kept secret. Niched at the extreme northwest of the United States of Analphabetism, in a valley plagued by periodic floods that managed (somewhat) so far to keep real estate developers away, -I mean, think of Everett, comparatively- Locondo was hard to find. She landed there then, and soon opened the Grotto, where she sold nothing but organic coffee, green tea, and Art, for a very reasonable price, as, for some reason, she seemed totally immune to the local frenzy of the town folks dedicated to the cult of paper money, which kept them busy all day. The rest was all free: regeneration, internet connection, conversation, human connections, newspapers, jokes, getting job contacts, advertizing your business, the services she rendered to the community are numerous.
As a regular comer to the grotto, I enjoyed the Art openings a lot. There are many art openings in the valley, but here nobody tried to look intelligent or intellectual, people came just to see, meet, talk, enjoy, laugh, and yes, buy Art. Art opening attendees there didn't have that arid "collet monte" (translate: "broom in the ass") leftist tormented intellectual look and speech that I personally vomit for having had too much of it on the old continent.
So she would stand there as the matron of the grotto, tactfully making you feel comfortable, with the least possible intervention -live and let live- but watch out, don't be fooled, for she is quite something too, she does have a sword, and a viking helmet, that she puts on for great occasions-in the USA, translate halloweeeeeeeeeeeeen-
The problem with our matron there, is she was totally impermeable to the local drive in Locondo: making money! When everybody around kept raising their prices to keep up with gas prices, real estate prices, rent raising, she kept selling her organic coffee the same price. And I'm not sure she really cared about making big bucks anyway. But what she sold -and gave- had no price, what price can you put on saving a whole gypsy tribe? and what about all the pirates and filibusters? and what about the bards and poets? what about letting the grotto to the gypsies at night once a week so they could declame, yoddle, and stomp to their heart's content, and thus regenerate so as to gather enough energy to survive in Lo Condominium? What price do you put on that?
As Catinda, the witch among the gypsies, said, once the grotto is closed, you'll find a few lost souls banging their heads on the entrance door, barred by an enormous rock. But this won't be the wall of lamentations:the gypsies are resourceful people, and they are itinerant and ubiquitous.