Hey, flamed, single NYC women? Did that finance fuckface in your East Hampton house just dump you facebreakup style? Did that advertising asshole you met at the dog run in Tompkins Square Park tell you his job was too important right now for him to get into a relationship (No, I’ve never used that one.)? Well then, New York Health & Racquet Clubâ€”which like pretty much every gym in this city costs about 1,000% more than it shouldâ€”has got your backside. That, or they’re insensitively insulting you by telling you, via this toned tushy, that your flabby ass is the reason why you’re such a fucking failure. Men? You should join now too, to score with these insecure easy lays on the rebound.