As we come off the West Side Highway down Canal, we drive past a site where we've sold Katie's art, and suddenly two formerly separate pieces of the city come together with Katie saying, "Click."
"Soho my ass," she adds, referencing the attempt of the site owners to brand the venue as part of the tony neighborhood, when clearly it's pretty far west of there.
"Well, to be fair, it is South of Houston," I say.
"So's Brooklyn," she snaps back.
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One year ago: Heated
Two years ago: Admit It
Three years ago: How To Walk
Four years ago: Whole. Hearted.
Ten years ago: Scotty In Furs (Or Pleather)
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