I. I do not know why they tell u that when u grow up u is not supposed to get in cars with strangers. For me it is always about the soul and he seemed like a nice soul. U can get in and u never know where u will end up. Hopefully not in the East River.

OK, enough of that. Here’s the backstory: It was 7 a.m. in the East Village in NYC. We were a’lookin’ for some breakfast after being out all night. A black sedan rolled up, windows rolled down, and Franklyn the driver handed us two cards. We laughed uncontrollably (but that was because there was something called a Fancy Pharmacy across the street). He took us to a diner. When we emerged from the diner, he picked us up again and took us for a sunrise tour of NYC, after he bought us 6 beers. What we DIDN’T know is that he is the gift that keeps on giving. Ladies and gunts, I proudly present to you:

Frankie’s Love Letter to BBox:

i do not why i still thinking in the day i meet you 06/05/2010.

i believe that was a great day. i enjoy any moment that you spend with me . i know that u are a busy woman. but i hope to be your friend. i would like to keep in touch with you. i. i love the hat that you was wearing. i know that u are so pretty. but what i love from you its style and soul. you look like nice girl. i know that you are very smart person. do not forget that to me you are my friend. this my # 347 867 5309. just in case that you need someone to pick up at the airport or any service. my service for you do not have price. is it free. i wish you would like to call me to said hi to me. god bless you

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Sigh. And they said chivalry was dead. U is alive 2 me Frankie.