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But SFist's loss is, we suppose, Gothamist's gain. Not that they'll pay any attention to her what with their big celebrities and troll-like billionaire Mayor Bloomberg. They won't make her feel at home or give her treats or follow her every move with intense scrutiny and maybe-verging-on-mean snark. No, they'll just ignore her like every other starry-eyed ingenue who goes to the big city to seek fame and fortune. more ›

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