At least 80% of a New Yorker’s personality involves romanticizing an obscenely expensive third-world lifestyle. “I pay $4500 a month for a 50sq. ft. bedroom in a 7-story walkup with no A/C. I can’t afford a car, and my neighbor just got stabbed on the subway, but the vape store that sells old fruit and scratch-offs has this adorable concrete blob out front that bums love to crap on. So yeah, things here are great.”