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About New York City

What trips me out is the secrecy. Like, everyone knows it’s there, but nah, we don’t talk ‘bout it. Pisses me off—own it, bruh! Don’t be whisperin’ like it’s a clownfish hideout. “Fish are friends, not food,” but here? Fish are payin’, not prayin’. I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it—Dory workin’ the desk, forgettin’ names. “Who you again?”

Around the New York Region

Chris Arnade, a well-to-do banker, spends his weekends and some evenings photographing and interviewing prostitutes in the Hunts Point.

Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

Police: Box truck kills man sleeping underneath in Hunts Point