I was there in December of ‘81.
My boyfriend’s buddy was driving the car and the boyfriend was riding shotgun.
I was in the backseat with my Wonder Dobe, Tito.
A hooker leaned in the window at a stop light and said “I can show you a good time” and my boyfriend started to say “My girlfriend is right...” but she interrupted him and said “I was talking to the dog”.
I came up over the back of the seat and went for her throat so fast, the guy stalled out the car as he and my boyfriend grabbed me and kept me from going out the window.
Fecking weirdos in that town and the dog was my baby.
:D
That could only have been the lower West side. It was crazy down there. And I bet you do :-)