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  1. my earliest memory of nyc was my biological mother (who i thought was my older sister) taking me into the city on the bus to cop drugs and leaving me in the open fire hydrant in hells kitchen with a bunch of other unsupervised children lol. then we’d back on the bus and i was sitting in wet all chafed and she would say “dont tell mom where we were!”!

    good times!

    *rob*

  2. oh benson- ROTFLMAO!!! Yes!!! They were evil little old ladies. well, some of them. Maybe they were different to little girls- we got our cheeks pinched (you know, where they grab both sides of your face and wrench your head from side to side, shrieking, Oy- so cute!!). But actually they were all bubbas to us. One of the reasons I love my block- all the old ladies and men sit out front in chairs discussing the world at large.

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