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My first apartment in Brooklyn was above a bar where none of the regulars looked under fifty. I’d go in to give my rent check to the bartender and heads would barely raise, nod slowly before going…
My first apartment in Brooklyn was above a bar where none of the regulars looked under fifty. I’d go in to give my rent check to the bartender and heads would barely raise, nod slowly before going…
