Photographs by:
Nina Berman
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This is what I remember about Times Square ...
... I remember the girls, all in a line, like a stage call. Sex everywhere. In the sky. In the street.
I remember their mouths, shining, and their skin, all different colors. I remember long eyelashes and poison-green dresses. I remember satin and cheap silk, tight around big hips and breasts. And their shoes. Oh how I loved their shoes. Loud platforms and Nancy Sinatra over-the-knee boots.
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