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About New York City

So, picture this – a rickety joint, red lights flickerin’, gals in tight skirts hollerin’. I’d stroll by, thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic!” Kinda like Adam in the movie, broodin’ over life’s mess. “This is my last century,” he’d say – brothel folks prob’ly feel that, too, some nights. Workin’ hard, cash flowin’, but damn, the stigma stinks! Gets me mad, y’know? Folks judgin’ like they’re saints – c’mon, man!

Moving to a rundown Mercer Street home in 1965

In there were 12 girls enrolled at Soma Memorial Girls Home. “We have 40 girls at Soma now,” says Basu in the sunny backyard of a Mercer.

The neighborhoods? They’re like chapters in some sordid, twisted saga. West Mercer, all sleek and suburban, with glammed up houses and manicured lawns that look like they were designed by a perfectionist—only the pretentious would call that “ideal”. East Mercer feels more raw; it got scars and stories, kinda like me before I figured out my path. And hey, there’s a bit of mysterious allure to places like Wayzata and 136th Ave SE—you never know what lurks behind the neat facades.

Mercer Island crews clean up after massive storm