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I have always hated maps, or directions of any kind, but I needed to find my way around a new city. Everyone else seemed so confident; they all knew where they were going and how to get there. I wasn’t sure I could even find my way to class. I studied the MTA map in the hope it would cast a spell on me, that it would suddenly open up its secrets, but instead of streets and subway lines I could just see a giant penis.

The shape of the city is a perfect dick, almost as if they’d planned it that way. The Queens’ Midtown Tunnel creates the head of the shaft, the curve of the Harlem River making the round of the Bronx is Manhattan’s balls.

Or maybe that was just me. It certainly didn’t help on my first day in Manhattan. More by luck than judgement I found myself getting off the 1 train and racing up the hill of steps to 59th Street. I saw the sun shining on Broadway, my school diagonally across the street, and the Trump Tower smiling above me. I was happy to be a student in the greatest city in the world.