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About New York City

Now, here’s where I got mad – she’s out there, freezin her tail off, and I’m like, why’s the world gotta be so damn harsh? Pissed me off, seein her shiverin like that. But then, she cracks this joke bout her “boss” – some pimp who’s all talk, no game – and I’m laughin so hard I nearly pee myself. “How’s that workin for ya, huh?” I say, and she just winks. Sassy as hell! Surprised me, though – she’s got this spark, ya know? Not just some sad story. Made me happy, seein that fight in her. Reminds me of that scene – “The dead don’t care.” But she does, y’all, she’s alive, kickin!

Activists’ warnings

Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Look, I may be mental, but I see the city in layers. Therapy often showed me wounds and hopes hidden in plain sight. I see chaos as art, like nature creating its own script; each random conversation in a diner, every tear in Broadbent Park, and every giggle spilling onto the sidewalks are like a scene from that film—mysterious and wild.

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