The first thing someone said to me in NYC was “watch it bitch” as my carry on moved when the train lurched. 

The first thing someone said to me in New Orleans was “can I help you with your bag sweetie?” 

Oh America.

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As soon as I got out of the uber shuttle a truck passed me and a guy stared and licked his lips at me for 5 seconds like a dog waiting for food 😭

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I think the help with my luggage one was genuine from an older southern gentleman. He actually got my bag down for me and told me to get home safely and have a good night.

would argue both of those sailors were communicating the same thing. one is just more veiled than the other

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The chasm between both interactions is galactic haha

Hahaha!😅
Well at least you got a good NYC story out of it… but not all New Yorkers are like that, I lived in the lower east side for a for a handful years, in the early 2000’s, met all kinds of peeps!!😉🤙
I’ll be going back for NFTnyc not to long from now!!!😎🙌