Full Credit For Being Alive

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June 24, 2009

Readers fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with the [Meatpacking District] should imagine the third circle of Dante’s hell, but with tightly dressed Jersey chicks vomiting sucrose and grain alcohol on unpaved streets.

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