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There aren’t many things that get me excited to head into the belly of the beast, which we call Midtown, Manhattan. The traffic is insufferable. There are too many tourists looking up and walking slowly. Taxis are hard to hail. And when you’re a Downtown kind of girl, really, Midtown just feels out of the way. But if you were to suggest a visit to the Giorgio Armani store on Fifth Avenue, you might be able to twist my arm.