I can’t think of any place in New York City but Chinatown where you can get a happy ending and a stir fry on the same corner. I cant comment on the first, but the stir fry is so titties. So in homage to the smelliest shit hole in the Big Apple I wanted to get wasted before 5 pm and have a fabulous lunch alone while i cheers to Chinatown and cry into my glass of sauvignon blanc. Chin Chin fuckers lets cook.
You’re gonna need a bottle of good white wine for this. Try to get drunk enough to forget that your parents still think you’re a lesbian because you haven’t had a boyfriend in a few years.