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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a 23-year-old single girl living in Williamsburg, it often seems like there are endless possibilities for romance. Whether you’re looking for that refined gentleman at Hotel Delmano, a shaggy hipster at Union Pool, or just someone to share a chilidog and Jenga with at The Levee, this Brooklyn enclave is teeming with attractive specimens. It shouldn’t be surprising, though, that finding a decent one in the bunch is no slight task. After a year and a half living here, my experiences with the opposite sex have devolved into perpetual punch lines within my inner circle.&lt;/p&gt;
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