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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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That New York was fading fast — it was just about gone, in fact — and Sheldon Nadelman had caught it all. The images were eventually made into a book, Terminal Bar, by Princeton .

Princeton is like a maze of cool nooks. First off, check out Nassau Street – it's the main artery. I stroll past the old brick facades, coffee spots, and that gnarly mix of old-school and techy stuff. Harvard may be Boston’s hangout, but Princeton hits its own note on places like Witherspoon Street and Prospect Ave.

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