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For some reason, when people find out where I work, they tend to start overdisclosing like crazy. And it's not like I go around waving my business card in people's faces. After my plane landed in Vegas for CES, I hopped in a cab to make my way over to my hotel. I had obviously flown in for the convention, and Vegas cabbies, like everyone else in the city, are hustlers so he struck up a conversation. Within a minute of me saying, "I work at Maxim," he had already launched into one of the most detailed descriptions of a stripper's breasts I had ever heard. And trust me, I've heard quite a few. Then he told me that we was done with strippers and had moved on to the happy endings.

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