It’s been freakishly warm here in NYC, and what better way to spend the days then walking around the ‘hood? And by “‘hood” I mean my neighborhood, which is the Upper East Side, where, aside from my street, which kind of looks like Cleveland Circle, everywhere else is real hoity-toity (that can’t possibly be how that’s spelled).
Don’t even think about trying to buy hot dogs in the grocery store. No sir. How is a girl supposed to make pigs in a blanket for her prospective guests?
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