Breezy nights, wine bars, new connections with old friends.
I have been in the city a long time. I have years and years of stories and memories. My Hells Kitchen stories are positive and random and involve probably my favorite cast of characters. How will I live without the bodega on the corner? Without literally dozens of bars, shops and restaurants within three blocks of my front door? Without twenty four hour access to literally everything? Literally.
Why is the city doing this to me? Romancing me so subtly and so provocatively, right at the end? Don't worry baby, I'm leaving for a little, but I'll be back.....provided my new city doesn't prove to be a better romantic, that is.
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