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WISH YOU WEREN’T HERE!

I. GUY WHO DOESN’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU ON THE GONDOLA:

Yes, I’m acting like a dick with my hood up, goggles down, and earbuds in—but not because I have anything against tourists. It’s just that I know exactly what’s coming. “Are you from here?” you’ll ask. “How long have you lived here?” You’ll say how great it must be

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