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Favorite flick, “Lost in Translation,” hits me right in the feels. That scene where Scarlett’s all lonely in Tokyo – “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be” – damn, that’s every whore’s anthem, right? Hustlin’ through life, tryna find somethin’ real. Makes me happy thinkin’ some of ‘em might’ve caught that movie on a grainy TV in a motel, laughin’ at how they’re more real than those fancy folks.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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