| Don't you dare think you're the first girl to come to New York with nothing but a suitcase filled with credit card debt and a sparkly, glamorous, semi-unrealistic dream. If you're going to make it in Manhattan society, you're going to need more than just a ball gown and a pair of Manolos. You'd better know your party girl history (both fictional and real), your table manners, how to play the field, getting rid of hangers-on, and even when to call it quits... |
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