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Yesterday, I found a carrot in my Birkin bag. ‘It’s for the horse’, I said. Actually, it was a leftover from seeing Oscar Madison pull a submarine sandwich from his pocket in The Odd Couple. For weeks afterwards, I’d gone around carrying food on my person, thinking it cool and amusing. I was young and…
A hard, tough, Italian-style New York deterrent to nefarious types trying to rummage in your bags? It’s either Tony Soprano in a silk suit at baggage claim or one of these bad boys. Capisce?