Spray all the Dior you want, but the bittersweet stench of urine will follow you like a dumb, loyal dog, and under every elegant facade there's the sweaty grease of continuous hustling. No amount of gentrification or glossy capitalist paint can hide cracks that threaten to swallow grown men whole, and shit them out the crazy end. But you can't help be hypnotised by this beautiful/ugly monster, for this is a city at odds with itself, where every borough is a conflicting personality, oozing big dick city energy that infects you with unearned confidence and blind adulation. I am New York. Even when I am not. (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpzpXUCMrJt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=












