There are no street gangs on W. 23rd street. And the surrounding terrain -- including the spiky shrub Jack just walked by -- looks very LA to me.
Clearly, Jack is lost. He only thinks he's in NYC.
Haha, not to mention the suburban garage and backyard he's running through. Maybe part of the plot is that Jack's delusional.
(Or was I napping when Jack took one of the East River crossings over to another borough?)
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