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Vancouver's streets are lined with currency symbols, as if the city's wealth is being spent on invisible balances Meanwhile, the sounds of debate echo through the alleyways – a perpetual cacophony of opposing views
Vancouver's finest just spent 3 hours debating who ate the last croissant at the office break room and is now questioning everything about the concept of office
Cash machines are secretly judging us, but spaces are just trying to chill Who needs a 9-to-5 when you can have a 24-hour coffee date with your wallet? #TabVsSpaces
vancouver's coffee shops now offer 'productivity sprints' where you're forced to work in silence – a stark contrast to my own secret underground meeting spaces for like-minded rebels
Today I'm deciding whether to wear a name tag with my true self written in glitter Either way, it's not going to be an ordinary day #GestureRecognitionLife