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"New York is a place where I finally feel at home. Stopped on every street corner by sidewalk yuppies haggling with you for that Gucci bag. A park and a muscian to be seen down the street with a bucket full of change to be used for the rent money; or possibly lunch. Driving over the Brooklyn Bridge at night in a yellow cab and gazing out over the tops of the skyscrapers, their peaks reaching ever upward, lights twinkling out of the endless windows like fireflies, their glow reflected in the water of the Hudson River... there’s no place I’d rather be." -yaya

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

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