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America's largest city, world's loneliest town. Did you see? I met the mayor.

Well, that was exciting. I was getting a hot dog up there at 72nd Street in Amsterdam.

I like to go there. You get two hot dogs and a papaya juice for five bucks.

It was right after his set. There he was. Mayor de Blasio. He was eating a dog too. He had a

security detail with him. It was definitely him. It was so exciting. And I got, I didn't know what to

say to him. Because you want to say something. You don't want to be a jerk. Because I was really starstruck. You can see how happy

I am in the picture. It's at the, well, it's on Instagram, actually. I think that's my first

more than 100 likes on a photo. So exciting. Follow me there at Pat Dixon, NYC. And we're back.

New York City Crime Report. And Jim Polk is here today. Hey, Jim. Hello.

You want joining me from Mazium Polk. That's right. The, uh, the, the, the ones that make

justice work for you. We certainly do. They make it. We force it. If it doesn't work,

God damn it will when we're through it. Better call us and we will make it. We force it. If it doesn't work, God damn it will when we're through.

You better call us and we will make it.

Now, I have to ask you about De Blasio, ordering a hot dog you said he was doing?

Yeah, yeah.

Was he as confused about that as he seems to be on everything else?

I mean, was he sort of bumbling along?

Do I get the ketchup?

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