I cut my hair accordingly. I look bad.
Today I hit the streets with my bad look.
I made my way through the crowd with my bad attitude.
I smiled arrogantly at people buying made-in-taiwan central-african handmade necklaces and vegan-buddhist-environmentally-friendly öko food.
I stared at a (good) Turkish band with a knowing bad look.
I checked the parade's feathers-covered dancing people from all around the world and decided that it was enough bullshit for one day.
I steered towards the U-Bahn station.
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