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robustpuppy
Anytime someone mentions the Plaza I am reminded of an old commercial where a well-coiffed woman walks out of a shop, tightens the belt of her fur around her waist, and struts down he street like Thurgreed just bent her over the arm of a sofa. The voice over says "Some women lunch at the Plaza, ski in St. Moritz, and buy expensive furs every year. Other women just look that way."
Why do I remember this crap?
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Ah, the good ole' Ritz Thrift Shoppe
