Growing up in small-town Western , I couldn’t afford to travel to New York until I was 21. When I did make my grand arrival, it was on a Chinatown bus. I paid for it out of my own pocket.Then I asked a cab to take me to my hotel near the Waldorf Astoria. The cab driver, however, dropped me off at the Waldorf, where it was swiftly made known that I, in my Gap dress and department store boots, was certainly not a guest there.
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