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Travel: On Melbourne, Florida. And Orlando. And Serbia.

“Are you from here?” “Yeah, dude.” “Is it like this like this all the time around here?” “Like what?” “So loud? Packed, I guess? Insane? “Yeah, man. Where are you from?” “Right outside of Portland, Maine.” “So what? You don’t like this?” As the youngish, ratty dreadlocked punk said “this,” he pointed at the tiara-clad […]