When you're so rich you own your own subway car.
Sure, I have to board late at night up at 242nd Street in the Bronx. But it's mine. When I came to this city, I knew I'd make it. Thanks to you, my paid subscribers, I have.
Rides are on me whenever you come visit. You'll have to schlep it up to the northern Bronx, but for this most orange-hued of luxurie…
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