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reached the bustle and flow of traffic on Broadway. One day soon, I hoped to blend right in, but for
now I still felt like a fraudulent New Yorker. I had the address and the job, but I was still wary of the
subway and had trouble hailing cabs. I tried not to walk around wide-eyed and distracted, but it was
hard. There was just so much to see and experience.
The sensory input was astonishing-the smell of vehicle exhaust mixed with food from vendor
carts, the shouts of hawkers blended with music from street entertainers, the awe-inspiring range of
faces and styles and accents, the gorgeous architectural wonders...And the cars. Jesus Christ. The
frenetic flow of tightly packed cars was unlike anything I'd ever seen anywhere.
There was always an ambulance, patrol car, or fire engine trying to part the flood of yellow
taxis with the electronic wail of ear-splitting sirens. I was in awe of the lumbering garbage trucks
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