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I was just walking down Dartmouth St, on my way to get my eyebrows waxed, when I was stopped at the corner of Dartmouth and Tremount by 2 men holding a map and asking for directions to Quincy Market. I asked if they wanted to walk or take the train, but they were Italian and didn't speak English very well. "Caminar?" I asked in Spanish, since I couldn't remember the Italian verb. They nodded their heads, and so I began showing the 1 guy holding the map where we were in relation to Quincy Market. My head was bent down when I heard *click click.* The 2nd guy was furiously talking photos of us, and motioned for me to keep my head down when I looked up in surprise. The 2 men began arguing in Italian and walked away without acknowledging me further. I have no idea where those pictures will end up, but I wish they had run into me after I had gotten my eyebrows waxed...
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