Residents of lower Greenwich St. are plagued nightly by an ice cream man. Actually, I like the idea of an ice cream man who comes at night and parks in front of a strip club and a porn shop, but does he have to play that damn song over and over and over????
(I had been enjoying imagining him dealing illicit substances or something, but as this photographic evidence shows, he really is selling ice cream.)
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