The great privilege of New York is turning your collar up and pulling your coat tight, turning the volume up and walking to match the tempo, red lights be damned. Laser down that crosswalk. Slice down that sidewalk, find the holes in the crowd. It’s best when you’re going someplace you know you shouldn’t be going.
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