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I had to move to NYC 2 months ago, and even though I was born here, I hate it more and more every day. I lived in Shaw for 5 years. I find myself missing my Radical Faeries, my DC Rollergirls, my Sonic Transducers and most of all, my husband, Jason. I cried really hard this morning. Greatest city in the universe my foot!
Oh Shaw of beautiful blossoms,
Oh Shaw, is my home it is awesome,
Welcome to Shaw, Le slum historique.
Welcome to Shaw, It’s okay to be a freak,
Living in Shaw, meet our security dude Kareem,
Living in Shaw, come here to dream.
Someone tell me one good reason why I should not hop the Bolt today and get a job waitressing at Busboys and poets?