Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Of…

New York City.

…or specifically the LES (that’s the lower east side…)

That damn jungle also stole my purse and dignity on the last night my amazing vacation. Since then, life has been in shambles…trying to rebuild things like my wallet and identity via several trips to the DMV…But hey, someone in NYC is the proud owner of a $500 marc jacobs bag, a treasured vintage MCM wallet, a fabulous point-n-shoot camera with over 200 photos from the trip (such.a.bummer.), an iPhone and over $100 in cash.

It could have always been worse and all those things can be replaced but damn someone scored. Just have to laugh it off, that’s life.

Oh, and in case you are confused about the title of this post, see below:

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