Portraits of Addiction: New York’s Red-Light District

Leaning over a tiny wooden table, dressed in a shapeless gray-green prison uniform, she described her first encounter with him. “I was scared,” she said. “Why should I open up? But after Chris posted my picture on the Internet, I felt amazing. People commented and made me feel like I could accomplish a lot. After that, they knew my pain.”

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Something about the meta-narrative of New York City in the last 20 years — a shimmering city, inhabited by well-mannered professionals — allows us to forget that there are, still, wastelands within.