Girls gone wild: BK edition

So it’s hot here. Well, It’s sticky and humid and 70 degrees out. Luckily my coworkers have embraced and accepted our cultural differences. They fake nod when I complain to be dying from said heat. When I say Cobrasnake they patiently correct me “It’s called Last Night’s Party.” I was convinced for a solid month that Brooklyn was in New Jersey, but Olivia and Mary simply shook their heads in love, held me gently, and said, “Baby girl, Brooklyn is in New York.”
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