One of my favorite strips of pavement in the city has to be St. Mark's Place. Spanning just a mere block (between Cooper and 2nd Ave.), it offers a wide array of goodies that fuels each and everyone's inner slutbag. Weird and cheap eats for the food whore (bull's penis for $5.oo anyone?). Sunglasses for the chronically photosensitive. Hats and scarves for the accessories whore. Cheap drinks for the easy lays (dollar shots at the Continental). Pipes and incense for those who wants to get down like a dirty hippie. And of course, your regular run-of-the-mill studded leather bondage accessories. So, pick your vice and stick to it.
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
St. Mark is so Sinful
Labels:
accessories,
bazaar,
cheap,
Cooper,
East Village,
food,
gift shop,
scarf,
St. Mark's Place,
strip,
sunglasses
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