Now we were entering the great and final city of America. We got there in early morning. Times Square was being torn up, for New York never rests.
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Now we were entering the great and final city of America. We got there in early morning. Times Square was being torn up, for New York never rests.
-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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