Just why in the hell do I go to Starbucks?
<p>I have an embarrassing admission. I go to Starbucks regularly.</p>
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<p>Who wouldn’t want the same-ness of it all, day after day?</p>
<p>Who wouldn’t want the queues of people waiting for coffee despite having more Starbucks per square kilometer in central Bangkok than confused backpacker zombies stumbling in the murderous heat?</p>
<p>Most importantly, who wouldn’t want to be christened with a new name every time by a barista, to whom you shout what you think is a simple mono-syllabic butchered version of your name, only for it be completely mangled further?</p>
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