Apartment Rentals in New York City – what you need to know.
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New York in 1980, as imagined in 1930. What’s fascinating is how absolutely, stunningly wrong the vision was. I mean, they are not even close!
It can include a real estate broker adopting the Native American tradition of burning sage in an apartment in preparation for the first open house. It can also extend to include the afternoon-long space clearings that Ms. Wendell does with clients,
I know I said pictures available upon request but there are no pictures available. Oh, wait, found a pic. I’ll send it to you. It’s low res and blurry and shows a corner of an unfinished room, but you get the idea.
Apparently, it’s better to be a pothead than a cigarette smoker in a NYC co-op or condo these days.
by Openthedoor-man Monday, July 12, 2010 on BrickUnderground.com As recently as a year and a half ago, I used to get a lot of complaints about hallways that smelled like ashtrays, or cigarette butts tossed onto another resident’s window sill below. Maybe because a lot fewer people smoke cigarettes nowadays (or they\’re just not doing it inside their apartments), most…
Hey, this is New York! We can have everything (and I mean \”everything\”) delivered. Here are some great ideas on putting this to use…
Most people have had the misfortune of sharing a living space with someone that made them miserable. Here are 50 of the best places online to read, share or laugh about the pain of co-habitation.
Fascination with these pony-size pups will hit new heights when the “Marmaduke” movie, about the naughty Great Dane from the funny pages, hits theaters Friday.
There\’s a kick-ass apartment that was on the market for the longest time and even though it was way out of our budget, Drew start visualizing us living there because, as he said, it was his \”dream place.\”
“I have one closet, and things were overflowing, so I started putting shoes in the fridge,” says the fashionable 26-year-old, whose wardrobe is heavy on the black and consists mostly of skinny jeans and blazers.
Once the guy at the deli below your apartment starts knowing your sandwich before you\’ve even ordered it, then you\’re no longer a stranger in New York City.