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I LOVE NY…why? Fashion. The Good, bad, and just plain awful. The epic feeling you get running to catch a train and succeeding…just before the doors close.  Drinking coffee four times a day, every day, isn’t the exception, it’s the rule. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, there is someone who will bring it to you for a price, which may or may not be negotiable. (Or legal.) When you fly back into the city after a vacation or business trip, no matter how long you’ve lived here, you get that butterfly in your stomach feeling You are literally working for the weekend, and spending every dime on ome of the most amaxzing food you will ever eat. Broadway. Museums. Even if you never actually go to see anything (though you should, at least once).  Yelling “fuck” is just a mild obscenity. Street  compliments from the homeless can make your day . The splendor of the Chelsea Market. Subway rage. Bike-lane rage. Walking rage. Random rage. These are our  therapy. Although we all go to therapy, too. No judgments!  Jaywalking is an art form. You can be alone, but never feel lonely. And vice versa.  There is absolutely no reason to ever drink and drive. Added bonus: Spontaneous, fascinating conversations with cab drivers. If you can make it here, you really can make it anywhere. But why would you bother to go anywhere else?
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