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High life

I’m back in New York: the city that’s perennially offended

23 March 2019

9:00 AM

23 March 2019

9:00 AM

New York

 
Goodbye, snow-capped peaks; hello, swampy brown East River. So long, fresh alpine air; greetings to choking diesel fumes. Adios, cows and cuckoo clocks; welcome, filthy island packed to the gills with angry, mean, squat Trump haters who live in decrepit buildings they share with rats. Yes, I’m back in the city that never sleeps, and whose residents are perennially offended.

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