So what's worse? Being burned alive in your wheelchair, getting sucked into a wood chipper, having your car flip over when someone throws a rock into the windshield at precisely the moment you're hit with E.coli bacteria from the cookie you're eating, or a grenade rocket smashing through a window of Reseda's own Mongolian Bar-B-Q King's right when you're about to enjoy your Stir Fry Bowl?
Because NYC is for the really young and the really rich. And LA is for those really good at faking both.
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