This morning as I was about to disembark from the downtown #1 train at 23rd street, I see a young man (in his late 20s) with long blond hair and a long blond beard crawling under the turnstile.
And it must have been his first time cause he kinda got stuck and then flushed pink. I looked at him and noted that he was wearing designer jeans, designer sneakers, and a nice sweater.
Conclusion: his days in Manhattan are numbered.
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