The Best Hotdog Vendor In All of New York City, Late Tuesday Evening (NFB)

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Alex was practically glowing. Alex was so happy that she wouldn't even object to someone saying she glowed. She'd laugh, uproariously. And spin around and soak it all in.

She loved this city. She loved every last crumbling inch of the old whore. She was homeThat stupid island she'd been stuck on, in Witness Protection, had given her a male body

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"Yeah, I don't think I'm big on shoe shopping," Gibbs said taking a bite of his dog. "Though I wouldn't mind checking out that Bobby Flay guy's restaurant. I hear he makes a mean taco."

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"Seriously overrated," Alex said, making a face. "And I've heard he's kind of a creep."

She fell into step next to him, enjoying the sounds and smells of the city. Yes, even the really unpleasant ones. It was home and she'd missed it.

"So ... do you usually do the tourist-things, when you come here? If you come here, I guess. This isn't your first trip, is it?"

New Yorkers were strangely solipsistic, at times. It seemed strange to her that someone could have lived their whole life and never come to her city.

[famous_gut]

"Been here lots of times," Gibbs replied taking another bite of his dog. "Had to investigate here a few times. Things sometimes get out of hand with sailors visiting. Especially during Fleet Week. Got to see the Statue of Liberty. Never got a personal tour like this though."

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"You get better tours from a native," Alex smiled. "We know how to avoid all the annoying stuff they lie about, on the brochures."

She stopped at a crosswalk, looking up at the skyscrapers around.

"Empire State Building?" she asked. "Someone took you up to the top of it, at night, right? Touristy, sure, but gorgeous."