Avenue A, East Village.
Possibly connected to the alligator limbs story.
If you want maid work in NYC, you can’t simply put up “maid for hire” signs.
Snapped in Washington Heights.
Mangled, headless, dumped multiracial mannequins. Tribeca.
Payphones are often dead or bloodied in NYC.
This one in Brooklyn was covered with mortadella.
This guy drove this very suspicious looking “Viva Viagra” missile (it wasn’t an official registered ad vehicle) through the streets of NYC, through city tunnels, everywhere, for days, and was not stopped by cops once.
Shit, if I was 25 years younger, I’d start snorting cocaine immediately, and set-up a spot on St. Marks with a couple of buckets and my sticks.