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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’, right, what’s her deal? Been at it years, maybe—face like leather, eyes dead tired. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies’d use arsenic to look pale—fancy, eh? Killed ‘em slow, tho, bloody mad! This one, she’s no Victorian tart, but she’s got that grit. Makes me angry, y’know? World’s a shitheap—why’s she out here, freezin’, dodgin’ coppers? “You lack the originality to lack originality!”—hah, could yell that at the punters, wankin’ about in their cars.

A Banker Whose Photos Tell the Stories of Bronx Prostitutes

On 149th St. and Hunts Point Ave, that's where the pulse is. I stroll those streets, eyes open, 'cause I help ladies navigate tough times. Every crack on the sidewalk got a story. I mean, c'mon – each day is a damn adventure, ya feel me? "I pity the fool" who thinks its just a dump. Nah, it's a battleground of hope and struggle.

‘Blue Highways’ Moves Forward With New Freight Dock At Hunts Point Market