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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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This chapter describes New York Harbor, its approaches and the areas adjacent to it, bounded by and including Jamaica Bay to the eastward.

Now, some spots you might not see on your tourist map: Old Dock Lane is a secret paradise. I often peek from my place and see old boats drifting; makes me feel nostalgic, like man, life’s full of twists, real raw stuff. And ya know, I get mad sometimes, coz traffic jams on Jefferson are a pain – pisses me off real bad! But then I catch a glimpse of my clients laughin’ near Riverfront Market, and it's all love again.

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