It’s an 88 degree, spring evening in Soho. For all intents and purposes, this is summer. I’m drenched, the humidity is insane. It’s the kind of summer heat that feels okay while you’re moving, walking around the streets, but once you arrive at your destination, the sweat that was seemingly hiding decides to appear all at once. I think that’s just part o…
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