
I don't care. I love the building. To me, the Westin is proof that Times Square still oozes sleaze; that it is still perilous and intriguing; that one's heart stills races as soon as one emerges from the bus station to the intersection of 42nd Street and 8th Avenue.
Want to see the Westin, as well as the rest of the city's dazzling architecture? Take a Marisa Tour.
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