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May 26, 2007
New York is like people: it can look impressive from a distance, when the light hits it right, or in the mist and grey of a rainy day. But close up itís all rats and rotting trash spilling out of ripped plastic bags piled high on crumbling sidewalks. Itís potholes and roadwork. Itís leaking AC units. Itís wino piss and pigeon shit. And when you get close to that long, cool hipster babe she has greasy hair and skin like a vegan junkie. You can see the veins as plainly as that nasty-ass tattoo at the base of her spine.