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Every town has a character. New York has a character all its own. New York… New York City is like the best lover you ever had. That sexy redhead with the worst temper… that hottie who keeps breaking your heart but you can’t help letting back in. The one who can make you feel so good you forget about all the troubles in the world.
Your best friend, your angel dressed up in the naughtiest outfit for you.
New York has a pulse.
On Puerto Rican Day parade there’s a slow throb in the belly of the beast. And we’re all a part of it. Jumpin ‘n jiving, limping and rhyming.

Someone exploding behind you… in giggles or coughs. There’s always something going on. That’s why you love it the most. The choiciest cut from the finest butcher in town… king fit for a crown.
New York is the King of All Cities.

It may not always be pretty… or kind… or cruel. There ain’t any rules, except you gotta follow all the rulez.

Sometimes it crowds ya, makes you feel like you’re just a part of the crowd. Then slaps you with wisdom so personal you could swear she’s talking right to ya.