God, it's like Horrific Real Estate Day around here. So shield your eyes, dear Manhattan, or be blinded by the repugnance of a fetal 7-11, coming soon to the corner of 23rd and Park. Should this ghastly endeavor actually reach fruition, it will be the island's first only 7-11 and, consequently, your last summer free of the blood stains of suburbia.

Oh, who are we kidding? Bring on the Slurpees and teriyaki beef jerky; we weren't using that gym membership anyhow.

Thank Heaven [Thighs Wide Shut]

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