
(North side of Bleecker west of Bowery) Dangerously well-curated rare, used, and flat-out rad books; I've picked up multiple gorgeous foreign editions of NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR, a poem I ended up framing, some new-to-me bell hooks. Don't say I didn't warn you to bring a big tote. Fuck Amazon.
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