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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

 

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 

I was lucky to live in New York when it was dangerous and edgy and cheap enough to play host to young, penniless artists. That was the era of «coffee shops» as they were defined in New York—cheap restaurants open round the clock where you could eat for less than it would cost to cook at home. That was the era of ripped jeans and dirty T-shirts, when the kind of people who are impressed by material signs of success were not the people you wanted to know.

I love New York City. The reason I live in New York City is because it’s the loudest city on the planet Earth. It’s so loud I never have to listen to any of the shit that’s going on in my own head. It’s really loud. They literally have guys come with jackhammers and they drill the streets and just leave cones in front of your apartment; you don’t even know why. Garbage men come; they don’t pick up the garbage, they just bang the cans together.