I remember back when you would drive around the Queens Plaza area, you pass through on a Friday night and it'd be crawling with half nekkid hoes by the bridge.
Creeping through them sidestreets before you hit up Scandals or Cityscapes with ya boys, trying to see if you can get some top for $6 and a burned copy of Selecta Bam Bam's newest reggae mix.
Watching that HBO series Hookers at the Point had a young breh feeling inspired to live that scumbag lifestyle.
I'll never forget the night me and my boy thought it'd be a great idea to slide through Hunts Point (late 90's) to see what the action was like. My eyes seen some shyt they will never unsee brehs