Harlem "lodges" beckon curly-haired cutie-pie.
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No herd-follower, you. You're an "individual." You're wistful. A hopeless dreamer. You've got big plans. And lots of turtleneck cardigans. You've never killed a deer, never even shot a gun (see logo). But you're still relatively rugged. You've hiked. A couple of times. Your Dad made you paint the house when you were 15. You did a fine job. And now, Daddy's ready to pay you back with your very own Harlem lodge. You own an Ella Fitzgerald CD. It's duets with that fat trumpet player who sang sometimes, what's-his-name. Your Aunt what's-her-name gave it to you...
previously in idiotic NYC real estate ads:
1. Let's guess Amber's current nabe.
2. The power of platinum.
3. CLEARLY defining your target audience.
4. She feels pretty empty.
5. Jonathan Swift Realty, Inc.
related on Gawker: The unparalleled hyperbole of NYC Real Estate Ads.