Rich Cocksuckers Upset By Profusion of Poor Suckers of Cock
Residents of Hell's Kitchen - or, as they would no doubt prefer it to be called, Clinton - put up with a lot: expensive apartments, the mental agony of being way the hell over on the far west side, Rudy's. But now, these unfortunate, wealthy souls are suffering from a new indignity: prostitutes. Well, it's not actually a new indignity: anyone with any sort of institutional memory knows that prostitutes are and have been endemic to that neighborhood back unto time immemorial. Frankly, we wouldn't be surprised if prostitution were invented at the corner of 48th and 11th. But to the "young families dishing out up to $3,000 a month in rent," who had been "assured... [by realtors!] that the neighborhood was 'up and coming,'" living in an area where New York's hardest workers ply their trade well into the early hours is unacceptable. "It's a lot of money to be paying to have this activity going on," says one of them.
Sing it, sister. We feel your pain. Don't let anyone tell you different: gentrification is hard work. But if you can keep your chin up while all the chins around you are bobbing up and down, we're pretty sure you'll eventually persevere. If this city's marginal elements don't understand that they can't occupy the margins anymore then none of us are doing our jobs.
