As long as I've lived in the city, I've never set foot in the main library on 42nd Street and Fifth Ave. It's an amazing research/reference library with this huge beautiful reading room. But, you can't check out books there. You fill out a little slip for the books you want, they bring them to you, you read them, you leave. Who knew?
Walking down the steps of an old building on West 46th Street, I glanced over the railing from the 4th floor.
Old people in front of a laundromat in Hell's Kitchen. At that age, the dating ratio looks pretty promising. Man-about-town and his harem of goddesses.
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