only in nyc...
"...the cops have closed the party down tonite... so we need to get thru to tha venue, it backs onto here, so ya know, if we could come thru your foyer and go in tha back door. he's a rapper, and the party needs to happen..."
all you young black men and women, wearing all-black with gold bling. black caps on sideways or backward, in impossibly high stilettos
black sunglasses that blind, even though it's half-past-twelve... mobile phones pressed to ears talkin' shit to who knows who...
attitude and perfume oozing out of pores, almost suffocating everyone in close vacinity.
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