In Tribeca, it's 1921 for a day.
Parked in front of General Tools on White Street, an ominous-looking man sat silently in the drivers seat of a 1921 Ford, unmoved by the throng of people staring at the commotion in Cortlandt Alley, and gazing in the direction of carcasses of beef, still bloody and lying in the sun
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