Fuck you Starbucks

Can’t I enjoy anything without someone mining it, and trying to sell it back to me? My nostaligic past-that-never-was is my happy place you fucks. There isn’t any goddamn starbucks there. And if there were, you would be the goddamn soulless corporation selling a hollow identity in a dying mall.

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