The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
A Guy Walks Into 365 Bars…Again! Bar Number 184: Mickie’s Pizzeria
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*Okay, today’s destination wasn’t really a planned one. I’m having lunch
with a special guest star today and we originally made plans to go to a bar
out...
15 hours ago
