Why, fortune-telling limo service, of course. That is correct. On my way back home from Boston, my driver first regaled me with tales of murderous wives. That of course threw me off a little. But then he followed the blood and gore with none other than my fortune.
Yes, what usually comes at the cost of three or more bridge tolls was proclaimed to me for free. Apparently I am going to be married in the month of June when I am 36 years old, and in the meantime I need to look after my health. I apparently should not leave NYC as I will meet this dream man here.
I'll report back in a year or two on the accuracy of these predictions...
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