This is the sort of nonsense I have to put up with on a Sunday.
This little charmer might look like she's innocently stretching, but actually she is going completely berserk with throat rattling screams between body shaking sobs demanding her Mom take her to Pinkberry. Kids are cute.
At night it's an entirely different place. An underworld.
This, however, is in Brooklyn.
And this is my old hood. Longed for and treasured, but just not meant to be.
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Oh sweet Little Italy/Chinatown. I don't miss your touristy, annoying ways.
come be my roommate.
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