coney island
the end of the line
nostalgic glass artwork in the coney island subway station
50℉/10℃
the atlantic ocean in january
not quite as wintery as east berlin
fire!
the smell of coney island is mythic to me
but you need to smell it when all this toxic grub is up and running
nathan's famous is my jelly. i go there and orderthe fried clams and even though i always felt like i was risking my life i still could not help but eat them.
btw as fast food fries go nathan's big crinkle cut fries are my all time favourites
the front of D train
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