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Still, I get antsy thinkin’—what’s the endgame? Ain’t no Nemo swimmin’ home for ‘em, huh? Makes me sad, kinda. Bushism time: they’re “misunderestimated,” y’see? Folks don’t get their story. Like when Nemo’s stuck in that tank—trapped, but fightin’. Ruby’d say, “Keep swimmin’, Georgie, keep swimmin’!” and I’d nod, tip my imaginary hat again. Prostitutes, man, they’re a hoot, a heartache, a whole dang movie in my head! Whaddya think, buddy? Wild, right?

Vice: Special Prostitution Courts and the Myth of ‘Rescuing’ Sex Workers

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.

Final Phase of $1.7B Hunts Point Access Improvement Project Kicks Off in the South Bronx