New York Molly walks boldly into the street to hail a cab.
Trying to catch a cab standing on the sidewalk will leave you cabless all day.
New York Molly raises her voice when the need be.
Like ordering Starbucks with 50 other strong New York accents.
New York Molly pushes her way through the tiny market.
Leisurely strolls are for Central Park. Not the one foot wide aisle of the bodega.
New York Molly doesn't stop and chill in the middle of the sidewalk.
Sidewalks are roadways for walking commuters.
If you need to stop, pull to the side, preferably with your back to the wall.
New York Molly will calculate the appropriate tip for the captain and the waiter.
And I mean in a restaurant, not a ship.
New York Molly promises that the best days are the unplanned ones.
When you walk these streets and stumble upon a coffee shop where you don't have to yell to be heard.
New York Molly can hang with a rough and tumble New York crowd.
But then she'll offer them a glass of sweet tea.
City and Southern.
It's a pretty sweet gig for New York Molly.
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