New York, New York. Once, a helluva town. The prices stay up but the merchandise is down.

Days of old, need shmattas for a wedding, confirmation, bar mitzvah, divorce settlement, you’d just walk in the West 30s and see dudes pushing racks of dresses, coats, suits. Shove names like Gucci, Valentino, Chanel, Dior. That Seventh Avenue chunk was Fashion Alley.

So busy that — amble by in your own outfit — some rack-pusher could’ve even hustled it right off your behind to resell to a pushcart in Venezuela. These movable racks had clothes, shoes, sprinkles, feathers, fashion, flowers — many Washington, DC, thieves ago — that was then IT!

Not now. Sayonara. Products aren’t in stores. Why? Because there aren’t many........

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