8 Million Stories: Pretty Nice for a Prostitute
A girl's guide to dealing with a subway crazy
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Rental Dementia: The Re-Cap
A year of telling the broker's side of the story
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Rental Dementia: Little Monsters
No one plays fair, especially real estate agents
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Rental Dementia: Three Grand a Month
One Astor, One University, 95 Christopher, 65 Fourth, and a dumpy little building on Second Avenue, they all look the same to me: 9-foot ceilings, a kitchen, a bath, a couple of windows and some hardwood floors. I can’t tell the difference anymore. But if I can find a decent one-bedroom under $3,000, and Downtown,
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Rental Dementia: Getting Good and Smart
My phone hadn’t stopped ringing all weekend. BBQs? Picnics? Invitations to the beach? No, I’m not that popular. A new round of anxious and thrifty buyers had tracked down my latest ads and were now feverishly calling, demanding answers. “How big are they? Do they get light? What are the appliances like? When can I
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Rental Dementia: Three Blocks, Three Weeks, One Flying Check
My first question to any new client is why are you moving since those who don’t need to move will, in the end, probably not move at all. Few rational people are willing to search through the lousy leftover inventory, deal with the shady brokers, pay the insane prices and then pack up all of
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Rental Dementia: One More for The Road
I was completely burnt out. I was tired, lost and drudging through each day with only one clear thought in my mind: “I have got to get out of New York for a while.” It hits me like this sometimes. Living in New York’s a full-time occupation—and they’ve been scaling back the benefits. A month
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Rental Dementia: The DJ and His Entourage
I didn’t recognize him when he walked into our office. He looked like any other aging and pumped-up Chelsea boy in search of a dramatic, lofty space close enough to the club scene. His friends did most of the talking, and it wasn’t until after they filled out our standard rental form that I realized
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Rental Dementia: The Holdout
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded ancient. She was obviously in her eighties, not our typical demographic, and wanted to know if we had any one-beds in the Village. Assuming she was looking on behalf of a lazy grandkid, I told her we were a rental company and had plenty. What
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Rental Dementia: Model Behavior
I’m not exactly the typical “go-go-go” real estate agent. For me, a successful deal means a few days off—not the start of a streak. But I was having a great month. Deals were popping after only one or two shows. I wasn’t persuading, arguing or arm-twisting. Qualified clients were magically finding my ads among the
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