"City Born Great" by N. K. Jemisin (Hugo nominated for Short Story)
It took me a little while to get into this story. The flow of the narrative isn't in one of my default rhythms. But it works. It works better than I initially thought it would. The narrator's voice gets stronger and the layering of realities become more purposeful and blended. I don't know the New York that is described in this story, though I know enough about it to get the Port Authority comment.
Don’t sleep on the city that never sleeps, son, and don’t fucking bring your squamous eldritch bullshit here.
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