A large pile of trash bags on a curb forming a large cushion which one could sit on. When you're drunk, lost and your wallets been stolen, the city provides.
"Hey, what it do my cracka jacka, wanna bump?" "Yeah sure homie, I see a New Yorker's Sofa right over there, perfect to relax ourselves upon while bumping the dankest of dope."
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