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I moved to Pittsburgh from a city with enough hype to last 200 years, even if nothing truly great happens there for as much time. I am talking about New York—lauded in songs and on shopping bags, T-Shirts, movies and assorted souvenirs made in China. I’ve attended concerts in other countries where the performer asks: “is Brooklyn in the house,” and the answer is always, invariably: yes.
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