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I'll trust as far as I can spit. You can read deep into it. New York nightlife isn't s**t without a storyboard. I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us). On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend. Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate, I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Your hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. Somewhere the novelty wore thin. When every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with and entourage. This is my home away from home so get a barstool of your own. I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Hanging on with bated breath your just milking this for: Access, what little we possess. Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same. Excess, destined to impress. You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame