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cc85914
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Women of Manhattan, magnificent as they were, they forgot sometimes they weren't immortal. They could throw themselves like confetti into a fun-filled Friday night, with no thought as to what they fell into by Saturday.
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women
nyc
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Marisha Pessl |
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"It was a brave city, she decided, eyeing them. Brave in its other sense; not courageous, so much as outstanding, commanding. It was too nice a town to die in. Though it had no honeysuckle vines and no balconies and no guitars, it was meant for love. For living and for love, and the two were inseparable; one didn't come without the other. ("Too Nice A Day To Die")"
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love
manhattan
nyc
new-york-city
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Cornell Woolrich |
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b52ba50
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There is nothing Tourettic about the New York City subways.
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tourettes
subway
nyc
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Jonathan Lethem |
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29022bb
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If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model and the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister, then New York is their cousin. Her hair is dyed autumn or aubergine or Egyptian henna, depending on her mood. Her skin is pale as frost and she wears beautiful Jil Sander suits and Prada pumps on which she walks faster than a speeding taxi (when it is caught in rush hour, that is). Her lips are some unlikely shade of copper or violet, courtesy of her local MAC drag queen makeup consultant.
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la-quote
los-angeles
nyc
new-york-city
new-york
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Francesca Lia Block |