I have met destiny, and she's a woman. She lives in a fourth-floor studio apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Destiny is her spiritual name. She was born Linda--Linda from Long Island--and for 75 bucks, she'll sell me the future.
Her resume is impressive. "I knew when all the pets were going to die six weeks in advance," she recalls of her youth. She pauses and adds, "I just know stuff."
She must know then that 24 hours earlier, I was getting the lowdown on her profession from two of New York's Finest. Over a late lunch at the Tick Tock...
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