When we think of vending machines, we picture the slightly rusted, humming, and moody contraption that lived in our high-school snack bar, where the only option not sold out was some janky Sierra Mist. But all vending machines are not created equal, as judged by the super-duper stunners at the Standard Hotels in New York, LA, and Miami, which stock bathing suits, sunscreen, and flip-flops instead of the usual Pepsi.
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