It seems that every time another storied Manhattan landmark is cut down, either a bank or an antiseptic Duane Reade grows in its place, like some horrible hydra. It's become such a safe bet that it's one or the other that it's not even all that funny anymore. Sure enough, as recently spotted by my similarly inclined comrade Jeremiah of Vanishing New York, the strip of the Bowery which formerly housed CBGB and CB's gallery is now to be home to a branch of Chase Bank.
Seriously, people, how many fucking banks do we need?
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