Photo by myself, somewhere on the Lower East Side.
A bit of razor wire, some stickers, and old plastic bag. It's just business as usual on the Lower East Side.
Not too long ago, this area used to be dangerous. Actually, all of New York was considered a little dangerous. There was always the risk of something happening.
You'd walk home at night from the subway with your ears tuned to the slightest noise, and your keys in your hand. Footsteps coming up from behind. Shadows in the doorways. That kind of thing.
Now, not so much. The city is much safer. There are more people on the streets at all hours, more bars and restaurants open late. People park fancy cars outside without a thought.
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