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Manhattan, for millions of our forefathers, the gateway to hope. Opportunity and happiness beyond their wildest dreams.
Today, that hope is still alive. It’s called The First Date.
On Saturday nights, every restaurant in Lower Manhattan resembles its own little Ellis Island.
Hordes of single women crowded into a hot, cramped space… Hoping to make it to their final destination: the state of matrimony. Or at least to get a hot meal in transit (c) Sex and the City

On Christmas Eve in 1984 Bernhard Goetz leave Subway his apartment in Greenwich Village in Manhattan and went to the IRT station in a corner of 14 street and 7 Avenue. It was a thin blond hair man in glasses worn in simple jacket and jeans. Coming down to a station, he got into a subway car going downtown. There were approximately twenty people sitting on one side, staying away from four young hooligans. Bernhard denied this fact and sat down near black boys.
«Mister, can I have five dollars?» — asked two of teenagers. Goetz responded: «You can all have it!»
Third boy – Ramseur made it clear that he had a gun in his pocket.

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«His eyes were shining, he was fun and smiling. This fact made me anger and shocked… So I put out my five-shot Smith` n` Wesson and fired them…» — Goetz will say later in a court.

I used to drink in a bar in the village called Lion’s Head. It was full of newspaper people. The Village Voice was around the corner, and a lot of guys from the papers would come and drink. It was a great bar full of great bullshitters. I knew a fireman that drank there occasionally and he had done a book. I thought, “Wow. That could be a really good story, about firemen.” I was so against that frigging war and I thought, what’s the opposite of a soldier going and killing people they don’t know? A fireman saving people they don’t know. I got permission, and finally ended up with a rescue team that covered all of the Bronx and Harlem.

All the animals come out at night — whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ’em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won’t even take spooks. Don’t make no difference to me.

(с) «Taxi Driver» — 1976