Every city runs a secret society underground, no invitation needed. Members never agree on anything, yet everyone shows up on time. Some unusual subway riders look perfectly normal until the doors close. Then the show starts. Free of charge, too. Fellow weirdos and ordinary passengers share one pole, one sticky floor and one silent agreement about eye contact.
Seating choices say plenty. Some strangers claim an empty carriage like landlords. Others hover beside a free seat as if it were cursed. The oddballs simply live loudly, while everyone else studies the advertisements with sudden scientific interest. Cheaper than cinema, honestly.
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