East Village, NYCStealth and discretion are key when hunting numbers in the wild. I enjoy operating like a secret agent, taking pictures out of my flower-lapel-camera (note: this does not actually exist) while James Bond music plays in my head. But try as I might to maintain unflappability at all times, sometimes I just can't help it. I will see a piece of typography like this #241 and actually do the simultaneous "YESSS!" and fist pump right there in the street. A good dose of smelling-salts is usually enough to make me come to my senses. But seriously, though. Look at these numbers.
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