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She didn't say which Garden it was. Eden had a secret door, concealed behind the Douanier's stuffed animals, and a glowing Exit sign: but it had the same intent as "This Way to The Egress" in Barnum's Museum, for it led not to green pastures but to a pile of horseshit on John Street & Broadway. If you thought you were knock-knock-knocking on Heaven's door, when you sought the Garden of Earthly Delights, expect instead that you found the Boschian orgiastic, equivalents of Plato's Retreat and the Continental Baths, the paired gardens of anonymity, Crisco, and fisting, both mortality-stained garden paths for urban savants who lead you to our final garden, the Biggie, avatar of win through loss (if you can buy that): [tucket] a reenactment of the supreme Gesthemane (starring Jim Caviezel) where fear meets bloody sweat. Faithful to the Letter of the script, cups will not pass us by, and gall will gain a decent taste because it's what's given and you need to live with it.