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New York was seized by a Seinfeldian bantering amorality. It was a sushi and ice cream town. Money voyeurism prevailed, coddled by Clinton Years prosperity. By 1998, Carrie Bradshaw and her HBO buddies were trawling the city for practical love. New York was the world’s richest, coolest burg, a never-never land on a perpetual Thursday night. Everybody worked, few bled. It was implausible that anything could go wrong.
