Formerly interesting and vibrant borough of New York City, currently a place about as colorful as the metal and concrete with which it was built. A place to be avoided by anyone harboring the illusion that going there will bring them in contact with something edgy, real, or intellectually adventurous. Such individuals are being led on by the myth and the legend of New York which the city earned for itself in the twentieth century, and with which the city continues to prop itself up. Admittedly, Manhattan remains an admirable example of condensed urban planning and 24-hour culture, but go and see for yourself if that's worth it. Never the ideal city for B type personalities, it was once a crucial focal point of world culture and art. Ironically, the exhorbitant cost of living is cited nowadays as a reason for Manhattan's greatness; yet as late as the early 1980s it was still possible for an artist or musician to live downtown in Manhattan, work at a job just a couple days a week, and afford to live. That's ancient history. All you need to know about the place today is in the inane "Sex in the City"; if you've seen that show, you aren't missing anything.
"How do you like living in Manhattan?"
"I like it alot! Oh, don't worry about that hole in my chest, it just used to be my soul."