My first encounter with New York didn't go well. We had a mutual dislike. Naturally, I arrived this time with a bias and didn't expect to feel any warmth at all. But everything turned out better than I imagined. I wasn't filled with anger or disgust; I went because I had to, and just to tick a few boxes. But the most valuable thing was hearing: "Yes, I like Chicago better." New York is a city with too good of a PR campaign, behind which there isn't anything truly worthwhile. It's dirty, noisy, and crowded. The Statue of Liberty isn't that majestic, Central Park isn't that magical, Rockefeller Center isn't that luxurious, and Grand Central Terminal isn't that big, though it is impressive. We visited almost all the iconic spots from our favorite movies and TV shows. And in all this chaos, I found a place that captured my heart - the Empire State Building. I admired every little detail: from the doormen to the museum. Stylish, original, interactive, rich! Delight enveloped me on every floor. Standing on the observation deck, I was waiting for someone to propose to me. The atmosphere of magic and romance hangs in the air here. The view is so mesmerizing that it takes your breath away. Almost everyone wants to get here. But only a small fraction of them will truly connect with this atmosphere, lifestyle, and the spirit of the streets. It is a cruel and ruthless world where people are ready to sell their souls for fame and success. You can hit the jackpot of your life or fall to the very bottom. You can love or hate New York, curse it or worship it. But one thing is for sure: no one will remain indifferent.


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