
So I arrived in NYC. When asked about what to do. You said. If it's me, I will..

Have a kick start breakfast at Penelope. 159, Lexington Ave. I must say, isn't a bad choice if you don't want some food chain lookalike.

Rustic feel. I like e waffles with orange butter. Yumz!

Then, it's time for soul food. I arrived at church. Exactly e one you mentioned. Still remember John Paul. Brings me back to the very day at Vaz.

I stayed for 45 mins. I surprised myself. Who is to say. Anything. About everything. Goodbye NYC.
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