Panoramic views from a rooftop terrace on Rivington Street last week with Zoe. We watched the sun go down and the lights come up. She fended off the guys by telling them we were from Germany. As if that would deter them.
"Germany?" he slurred, "Eek sprecka deutssh too! Eins, drei, vier...sechzehn, sieben, achtzehn, some other zehn...."
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