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A reader braves the hygienic nightmare of touching anything found on the sidewalk to claim a small treasure found outside the Delancey Street branch of Banco Popular: Jared Paul Stern's calling card, which goes nicely with his fedora. We'd heard he had this sort of schtick, in which he crosses out the "Mr." to indicate that if you've got his number, you're past such formalities. Now you're friends, and you can call him "Missy."

Earlier: Gawker's Coverage of Payola Six