Hooking in Manhattan

"I'd like two bags of organic cucumbers, a bottle of this lovely blush, some tofu, an all-liver pacifier for little Winchester here, and that skank in the corner for my husband."

Residents in an up-and-coming Manhattan neighborhood don't like the return of the hookers. NY Post Link. Is it me, or is this story taking on a racist shade (if "racist" is used in the moronic way: any statement or attitude that frowns upon anything unique to African-American culture)?

And the hookers are not alone, they add. With them come pimps in music-blasting vehicles and do-ragged street thugs who serve as muscle.

"It's a pain in the ass," said Junior Gonzalez, 68, who's lived on West 47th for 40 years. "It's hard to sleep at night. They're shouting; they're fighting.

"There's this boom-boom-boom coming from the speakers they put in the trunks of their cars. My windows vibrate."