When I'm out there on the streets, I enjoy meeting people and listening to their complaints and critiques. It's something that I take great pleasure in.
The F.B.I. is about nuts and bolts. It's all about witnesses and procedure and walking the streets.
It's a luxury being able to work every day in the streets of Manhattan. It doesn't get much cooler than that. When you move to New York, that's exactly what you dream of. And I'm doing it.
For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.
Go out and ask her into the alley.” Clay looked at Jeremy as if he’d just been told to dance the rumba on a public thoroughfare. I bit back a laugh. “Just walk over to her and point at the alley. Maybe say…I don’t know…something like ‘fifty bucks.’ ” I looked at Jeremy. “Does that sound right? Fifty?” His brows shot up. “Why are you asking me?” “I wasn’t—I just meant, as a general…” I threw up my hands. “How am I supposed to know how much a hooker costs?
As far as women who are being abused by pimps, I think if you see women who do incalls or outcalls rather than work on the street, they are less likely - from what I've heard - to have pimps. But you can't be sure.
There's a team of filmmakers who follow me in the streets when I'm finding these models, to give me a sense of legitimacy to a casual stranger. This is New York City. No one's going to follow you back to your studio.
I love getting out on the streets and helping people.
Life is life. Some of the wisest people you meet are sweeping our streets.
I used to get money and hustle and do it in the streets.
If my mother knew I did this for a living, she'd kill me. She thinks I'm selling dope.
I used to work selling ice lollies and sweets on the road. I worked at a car wash as well.
