Some thoughts coming back from NYC

[back alley]

Originally Posted by Deep Fried

As for getting busy, I used to live near 94St and 118Ave in Edmonton. I once saw a patron doing his business with a painted lady in the alley behind my house when I was walking to the bus stop going to work. He paused while I walked behind them and continued as I got a few steps away. She was too stoned to notice him doing his thing, let alone me walking by.

Hence, why I moved to a nice small town when we had kids

i know that place...painted ladies and a bottle of wine, mama!

[Deep Fried]

yeah, I think it refers to thick make up on a cheap hooker. Or at least that's what I always took it to mean. I was looking for a nice way to describe....

My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.

I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!

There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!

It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood

[Calzone]

Originally Posted by Deep Fried

yeah, I think it refers to thick make up on a cheap hooker. Or at least that's what I always took it to mean. I was looking for a nice way to describe....

My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.

I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!

There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!

It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood

This is great material. Thanks for sharing.

Cal