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Money in new York, brothels in Paris, but the ideals - ideals only in London.

Yes, you too go to hell, and you and me to hell. To hell with this whole city and everyone who lives in it. To hell with these all sellers of fountain pens that eternally scurry between cars and smile behind my back. To hell with these window washers, those dirty ones that dirty the car, go to the goddamn grandmother, find a normal job. To hell with the Indians, they embroider the streets in dirty cars, stinking through the curry sauce that haunts you all day. To hell with terrorists in torn sportswear, so that everyone gets DIGGERED! To hell with the Chelsea pederasts, with all their oily muscles that stagger by the handle in my parks and on my sidewalks and shake their members on Channel 35. To hell with the Korean women with their fruit pyramids at unrealistic prices, with all their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, 10 years in the country and still not belmes in English. To hell with the Russians on Brighton Beach, these dumbhead mafiosi sitting in a cafe and drinking tea from small cups sucking sugar in their teeth, stir up everything, twist it, pick it down and bring it home! To hell with the Jews with black cases that stick around here on 47th Street in their darned dandruff jackets selling South African apartheid diamonds. To hell with Wall Street brokers, the self-proclaimed masters of the universe, that all as one mow down under Michael Douglas, proud clerks, and are looking for new ways to shake the last cents out of working people without a twinge of conscience. Let the rods on the bars consider your whole fucking life better, you think Bush and Cheney do not know about this, yes, really. Sales, market, Philadelphia, stocks. To hell with Puerto Ricans, with their ostentatious wealth, that always stuff in their tartki cars and arrange the most shitty parade in the city. To hell with the Italians from Belser Hest with their sleek hair and nylon jackets, with medallions around their necks that wave their baseball bats and wait for their face to be filled. To hell with the old, smoky, legitimate wives of the rich with plastic surgery scars, cheeks and chins sagging from overeating and endless braces, you won't fool anyone, MOTHER! To hell with the brothers from the upper quarters, they never pass the ball, they never play the defense and always take five steps before each pass to the ring, and when they are condemned, they will bring down everything on the whites. Slavery was canceled 137 years ago, enough to sit still, MOTHER YOURS! To hell with the cops you bought with their illegal sanctions and the 41 bullets behind the blue wall of silence, you betrayed our trust! To hell with the priests that stick their hands in the pockets of innocent children. To hell with the church that protects them, giving us into the hands of EVIL. And for one hell of your idol, he easily got off, a day on the cross, a weekend in ADU and the eternal HALLUAY, of all the angels put together, try to sit a guy in Notisville for seven years! To hell with Osama Bin Laden and all these shitty fundamentalists in pits and bunkers combined. On behalf of the thousands of innocently killed, I pray that you spend the rest of your life frying on jet engines, along with your rifles, in the underworld! Tell your chosen king, let him kiss my royal Irish BACK! To hell with Jacob Malinsky, this whiner! To hell with Francis, my best friend who judges me, staring at my girlfriend's ass! To hell with Naturel Riveira, I gave her my trust, and she thrust a knife in my back, handed me over with giblets, ANNOUNCED BITCH! To hell with my dad, with his eternal nagging, who always sticks out at his counter, sipping soda and serving whiskey to firemen and locksmiths from the Bronx! To hell with this whole city and everyone who lives in it, from ordinary Livestory houses to penthouses in Park Avenue, with all the new buildings in the Bronx and luxury apartments in Soho, with rooms in a cozy town, 2 and 3 storey park houses on Long Island. So that it all collapsed from the earthquake, let it burn with fire and flame, let the water stand up and drown it all SHIT, all this rat DENSE! Nooo! You yourself went to hell with Montgomery Brogan! You had it all and you flushed it all down the toilet!

That's why I love new York: you see all, you - no.

- Where is Beth?
- She was tired.
- Tired? Yes, stop it. This is new York, everything here is tired.

Once upon a time a Dutchman bought from the Indians the island for a handful of beads, and with these marbles in the future, there appeared the ferries, the skyscrapers, Wall street, Newspapers, electric light, Central Park and the first international exhibition, Broadway, Chrysler Building and Studio 54.

New York as a guy who cares about his hair, but doesn't use toilet paper.

New York is a very noisy place. I would like to live in a place where quiet, like the moon. I do not like crowds, bright lights, sudden noises and strong smells, and in new York it's all there, especially the smells.

New York is a big village!

New York!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do
New York!
In the concrete jungle where dreams are made of...
Nothing is impossible now.

It's not just new York is a city of ice lonely women, tired of love and change, men who tired to be friends and to betray. But sometimes the loss of a beloved, a friend, or talent of honor ceases to be enrolled in the category of acceptable loss...

My father told me that we are all born in pain and blood... just born and our great City. But the new York that we knew, those who lived and died in it in those cruel days, had been destroyed once and for all. And how would then rebuild the city again, now and forevermore, he will be like we was never in it!

In 20 years, the girls arrive in new York in search of the two "L". It's Labels and Love.