New York. People. lots of people. trash on pavements and scattered cigarette buds. tight tank tops and protruding nipples, bandanas and purple tights. dreadlocks and dirty blond hair. horse tattoos. crystal earrings. brand-named clothes and impeccable suits. wheelchairs. high heels. dog pee and mouse-like dogs. coffee shops and thrift stores. vendors. long sexy legs, tanned and pale... the list goes on.
He laughed over the phone "I've been meeting tons of people and gettin better at it. It's all about putting yourself out there. I kiss girls, kiss anything, actually!"
City influence. You got to push and grab. otherwise you get nowhere. get nothing.
The heat. the excitement. So many things to do. so many people to see. But what if after a while you realize among the thousands of people out there there're only so many types. and that the faces start looking one and the same?
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