An underpass near the West Side Highway in New York -- one thing we never have a shortage of here is traffic.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Thursday, February 13, 2020
Urban poetry
An underpass near the West Side Highway in New York -- one thing we never have a shortage of here is traffic.
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