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"During the winter months in New York City, everyone runs around like animals cursing everyone else in every language imaginable, the parking stinks, and every time you go to cross the street in Times Square or someplace, you end up getting splashed with dirty sewer water. All that plus it's cold as hell out."
M. Dylan Raskin, Little New York Bastard
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