How the hell am I going back to New York? I spent every morning last week questioning why New Yorker's pay exorbitant amounts in rent to put themselves through this torture. You walk out the door, ruin your suede shoes, and 2 seconds later every strand of your hair is stuck to your lip gloss. In New York, January isn't about being cute. It's about being a survivor... or getting the hell out of town. Miami looks coming everyday this week! Book a trip babes. xxB
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