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If new York is the city that never sleeps, then Los Angeles - a city forever verbalise on the couch.

Damn New York. A hundred years do not see anyone, and then face two times a day.

This is our new York- from rags to riches and back suddenly. Just hope to see the stars before you die.

On the street fell a little inaudible rain. But even if there was a thunderstorm with thunder and lightning, then it would not be heard. New York itself thunders and gleams worse than any storm. It is a painful city. He makes all the time to look at yourself. This city hurts my eyes. But don't look at it.

To find a decent apartment in new York... as hard as a worthy companion.

The city of sky high and noisy loneliness.

Oh, the happiest one-legged millionaire in new York.
- All the millionaires lack something - who are crazy and who heart.

Residents of new York threats and dangers lurk at every corner.

When the night flying over new York, it seems that you under the millions of stars. And each of them is the life of a man who calls this city home. My father told me that in ancient times people looked at the star patterns and trying to predict what will happen in life, and if you knew how to read these patterns, you can learn to know about what's going to happen sooner than others.
When you fly above New York at night it's like you're looking down at millions of stars. And each star could be the life of a person who calls this great city home. My Dad told me that people have always looked at the patterns of the stars to predict what was going to happen in their lives, and if you could understand those patterns, you'd be able to know what was gonna happen before anyone else did.

- Want a beer?
- Lea, now eleven in the morning!
- I live in new York.
In this case, it is six in the morning.

New York, perhaps this is the only city which in reality looks better than on postcards.

Well done, you've spent your life engaged in the work, did not hide their orientation and moved to Brooklyn before the others.
- I moved to Brooklyn because Manhattan was out of my pocket. And now Brooklyn, I can't afford, and all because of a bearded merchants cheese and women similar to Macaulay Culkin.

Still gorgeous this city is - it is Machiavellian by nature. People almost do not burden you with dovershenie, completions, achievements, generally are rarely consistent - and on purpose to get out there is no need, you carries a stream of new York life. Day by day new York undermines its inhabitants with the great flood, and only the strongest - willed to the heirs of Spartacus - strong enough not to drown but to stay the course. Applies to work and personal life. After some couple of months almost all are far away from your destination, get stuck in thorny bushes in the middle of the bog, while heading straight to the ocean. Someone just drowned (he takes drugs) or crawls ashore (moved to Connecticut).

He couldn't help wince at the memory of how then stopped and loudly announced:
- New York, I love you.
Love? Never. At best it was a blind passion. And after three months, lived together with his embodied passion, after so many days and nights spent with her and only with her, she even lost the aura of its former splendor.
New York was just a city. Maybe the capital cities.
The capital - literally. He saw her Wake up in the morning like a slut, and vykovyrivat corpses from the cracks in the teeth and suicide of tangled hair. He saw her later in the night, shamelessly tempt defect on the dirty side streets. He watched her in the hot afternoon, sluggish and indifferent to the atrocities that are every hour going on in her stuffy passages.