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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

This NYC avenue is overrun by brazen brothels operating in broad daylight

A popular YouTube channel is now offering virtual tours of the notorious “Market of Sweethearts” in Queens — where rampant open-air prostitution persists despite an exposé by The Post and .

i also got a soft spot for the secret gardens in the West Village. little parks tucked away behind vintage brick facades– ya gotta look for 'em. remember: not every gem has to be blindingly obvious. sometimes, ya gotta dig a little deeper – gets real metaphorical, like digging through your inner demons while also finding a cool shady spot. so, like, that’s my metaphor therapy moment right there.

Bronx men charged for stabbing man in torso at Manhattan subway station during afternoon rush