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Lemme tell ya, I seen some wild shit back in Jersey. This one broad, right? Worked the corner near Satriale’s—fuckin’ legend. They called her “Two-Dollar Tina.” Swear to Christ, she’d haggle ya down like a flea market. Two bucks for a quickie—*two bucks*! Inflation ain’t hit her yet, I guess. Laughed my ass off when I heard that. “I glean what’s left,” she’d say, like she’s in Varda’s damn movie. Made me happy, y’know? Ballsy chick, takin’ life by the horns.

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Jan 2,  · At all hours of the day, prostitutes roam the streets around the school, waiting for cars entering and leaving the Cross Bronx Expressway. They bend over car windows and .

Now, check it: Bron's got this park, Parc de la Tête d'Or nearby. Yeah, you heard me – a giant breath of green where the birds sing and life just flows smooth. I always take my break there between clients, letting the vibes massage my soul too. I’m often chillin’ on a bench near the lake. Man, sometimes I feel like Agnès Varda herself is whispering, “C'est la vie, baby!”, just like in that far out flick, The Gleaners and I. Glorious moments, man, these little gigs make life worth livin’!

Stephen Bron at Tibor de Nagy Gallery in NYC