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| Spring in NY. |
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| The High Line. |
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| Absorbing the sun. |
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| Just enough prayers to get us through the year. |
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| All stocks can go down, unless they are in my pension of course. |
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| A lovely day to indict Trump. |
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| Slap them, tear them, cover them in spices, and put them in your face. |
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| Down Under the Brooklyn Manhattan Overpasses |
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| Ornithology |
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| Thanks for making terrible March Madness bets! |
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| Bagel number two of six. |
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| Seeing our boy! |
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| On one side the world meets. On the other side, these hungry guys eat. |
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| Ich würde so ein Kunststück nicht wagen. |
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| Eva keeping the babe safe. |
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| Brian eating the babe. |
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| A little red sauce Italian. |
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| The Stonewall Inn. |
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| A great night of comedy. |
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| Seeing our other boy! |
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| Uptown. |
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| Bodega coffee for the ones too poor to gentrify. |
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| MoMA. |
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| The only Liechtenstein I like. |
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| Finally, a Broadway show for Efs. |
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| The last bagel in NY, but not the last bagel ;-) |
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