The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
A Guy STOPS Walking Into Bars For Ten Days In June
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*Okay, it’s time for a little break for me and for you, the dear reader! I
think we could all use a break from bars for a few days, so I’m taking a
ten ...
10 hours ago
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That picture looks like it came right out of Gotham City. I expect to see the Batman sign in the sky.
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