Thirty minutes later, despite our polite refusals, he still hadn’t left. As we entered the maze-like edge of the old city, I was beginning to think our new friend was now simply angling for us to pay him to leave us alone. Where else do people demand money for something that should be free? My mind turned to an article I’d written about music industry A&R executives who set up a service where they charge artists for listening to demo tapes.
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