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East Fourth Street between Second Avenue and the Bowery... via our friends at MoRUS...
I crossed 4th Avenue and for some reason turned around only to see her sit down where she had been standing, and then proceed to lay down right there on the sidewalk. Next to a pile of trash. In the rain. In a mini skirt.
I walked back to see if she was okay. She was lucid. I said something like “Don’t be an asshole. Get up.” Nope. All good.