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I remember leaving the house with swollen eyes from some emotion explosion slightly later than the designated time, got on a nearly 30-minute ride to Hollywood to meet people in weird creepy costumes who asked me to hold on that sword for a picture, and walked so much to realize it's impossible to travel to places by this method. So I traded money for time.
I've been interacting with too many strangers here in the city of angels, with the most of them being Uber/Lyft drivers. They were friendly, but I'd normally opt for the back seat since it's more spacious and a little more private space.
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