Don't Believe A Thing They Say
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If I am traveling out of Penn Station and have some time to kill before my train, I like to get a street meat gyro with tzatziki and hot sauce from the guy on the southeast corner of 33rd Street and 8th Avenue. If the weather’s not too bad I take it across the street and sit in front of the colonnade of the Post Office.
The pigeons were surprisingly outgoing.