…never fails to make me remember i am in NEW YORK CITY, which is the best place in the world, and to make me marvel that i consider it my home. i distinctly remember smelling burnt pretzels when i interned in midtown, when the city was still a big, scary, unknown place…
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for me it’s the unexpected wafts of unidentifiable stench that like to surprise me every, oh, five feet or so. I MEAN WHAT IS THAT SMELL??
WHO? WHAT? WHY IS THAT ALLOWED?? :]