A romp through Old City with a million run ins. It's been decided that when dudes walk in unison they may as well be gangsters or a rendition of the rat pack and when ladies sync their strut, it's some sex in
the city type shit. How this even happens no one knows. How we are able to bounce between four parties in one night no one knows either. But we managed to roll from low lit basement boozing to Cash for Gold.
