Unfinished Biz

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So I realized I never finished blabbering about the things I inhaled in Paris last month, which is a crime and no way to end the year. What if I didn’t tell the world about my goat cheese quiche? How would people even find purpose? IDK. So here I go. Also, this is how I remember my caloric intake/revelations abroad, which is crucial for when I migrate/elope there and never come back.

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Your Weekend Brunch

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It’s a simple sitch. Brunching in Nolita has become a THING. Everyone and their mother is taking over my coffee shops and go-to spots, which leaves me roaming the streets of Chinatown, fishy scent lingering in the air, hunger pangs consuming me throughout, and a sense of desperation in regards to the upcoming source of my sustenance.