Brooklyn Asbury Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

Massage parlors at the Shore

While most other accounts of the New York underworld focus on the lives of men, from Herbert Asbury's Gangs of New York through more recent works on Jewish and Italian gangsters, this .

Also, I must mention neighbourhood quirks – like the bohemian vibes of Northville, where artists and free spirits jam every weekend in the central square. It’s a riot, really, like the chaos in "12 Years a Slave" when, as they say, “the Whipping Man’s light steps echoed” – except, y’know, in a softer, city-slicker kind of way! Yes, that film, a masterpiece by Steve McQueen (2013), taught me that even in the darkest moments, beauty and resilience pulse strong. Et cetera, right?

Foal born at Asbury moments before tornado sirens sounded Thursday