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Feel like getting in the mood for Halloween? Growing up in Manhattan, I took every opportunity I could to scare myself. I loved being spooked.  I ate up every horror movie as a kid and listened to countless tall tales and read every ghost story on the planet. After all these years, there is only… Read more »

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When you’re a tour guide in a city like New York, you often have to supplement your income with other jobs in order to pay the bills.  As regular readers of “Almost Carrie” know, my primary job requires me to follow in the footsteps of Miss Bradshaw.  What readers may not know however, is that my… Read more »

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Can you be in love with a city—real, complex, complicated love?  Absofuckinglutely. Can you be irritated, frustrated, and pissed with said city?  Posifuckingtively. After posting last week’s ode to New York, I read a refreshing, candid article in W magazine (I know—it’s the last place I’d expect to find anything refreshing and candid either) by… Read more »

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Last Saturday night I went to a get together at my friend’s apartment in Astoria.  The event was a clothing swap, a popular phenomenon of late.  You prepare for a clothing swap by going through your closet and removing all of the items you know you’ll never wear again.  You put your pile of discards… Read more »

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Taking the Sex and the City bus tour is not unlike going to a Broadway show.  You buy your ticket in advance.  You arrive at the venue and someone shows you to your seat.  You squeeze in tight rows, knee to knee with strangers, and wait for the curtain to rise.  As a tour guide, I… Read more »

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When you’re a tour guide and you work in a city like New York, you meet people from all over the world.  Each day, as I speak with individuals from far-flung nations about the unique aspects of their lives—their travels, their careers, their families, their homelands—I can’t help but notice:  All those clichéd and slightly… Read more »

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When you are a writer and you live in New York, you sometimes take odd jobs in order to earn a living.  I pay my bills by walking in the footsteps of a fellow (albeit fictional) New York writer, Miss Carrie Bradshaw.  I am a Sex and the City tour guide. My workday starts on the… Read more »