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... 's cool and all, all that upscale calm and artsy loft energy, but tonight? Nah. That downtown peace wasn't hittin'. He needed noise. Chaos. Flash.
Something that screamed "look at me" the same way he did just by existing.
He flagged a cab, slid in like a casual billionaire, tossed out the address—11th Avenue—and leaned back like a king ready to be chauffeured to his next spontaneous bad decision.
The city passed by in a blur of neon and history. They slid through SoHo wit ...
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