Lil' Kim Is The Baddest Girl Alive
Amy Linden, XXL, May 2000
NEW YORK CITY'S Central Park South is a mixture of dyed-in-the-wool, Waspy Manhattan mega bucks and the glitz of the nouveau notorious. Side by side stand the symbols of those who will be keeping their fortunes for a while and those riding some IPO wave of excess. Stroll down CPS and you'll see Chanel-clad, whippet-thin dowagers bumping bony shoulders with powder-puff trophy wives of the men the whippets are still collecting support checks from. And if that wasn't enough socio-economic eye candy, there's the park itself: an urban oasis and tourist mecca.
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