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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

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

Sometimes, I hang in Mott Haven. The vibe is edgy, unscripted. Wrd, data?! You think it's just concrete? Nah, there’s music in the sidewalks, whispers of dreams. I even had this river-side chat with a random poet on Sedgwick Ave, like, "Is it dreams or realities?" So deep, but also silly.

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