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Continued from Part 2. I had an interregnum of work this past springthe better part of two months for a financial printer in Midtown. The hours were overnights from 12 to 8, though, and it played prostitution with my sleep schedule — I could not really sleep that much during the day and would make up for it on weekends and overnights. During that bronx, though, I was able to get out for a monster walk, miles, from Manhattanville east to Hunts Point in the Bronx, where I had not been for nearly a decade. The two boroughs are fairly easily attained on foot by using East th and Westchester Avenues, and I stuck to those streets, veering off when there was something nearby of interest.

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But after Chris posted my picture on the Internet, I felt amazing. In earlythe New York Times featured his work.

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His critics call him exploitive: a privileged white man preying on poor people, mostly women. His work -- about the weapons carried by prostitutes; about abuse from pimps called Payroll, Mosquito, and Escrow; about oral sex, the currency of the desperate -- shocked many of his Wall Street colleagues, and occasionally, his three teenage daughters.

People commented and made me feel like I could accomplish a lot. But I would say now it's even more a story about abuse, mostly sexual abuse.

Again and again. This month he visited Daphenie Hill, 22, a homeless prostitute serving time at the jail on Rikers Island.

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Soon he started writing about what he saw there, posting both images and text on FacebookFlickrand Tumblrand capturing the cycle of abuse, drugs, and sex that kept people chained to the neighborhood. Then he came back.

But in the past several months, much has changed: He quit his job with Citibank and now spends about five days a week with the Hunts Point crew, often working with journalist Cassie Rodenberg. Leaning over a tiny wooden table, dressed in a shapeless gray-green prison uniform, she described her first encounter with him. After that, they knew my pain.

A Wall Street trader quits his job to roam the toughest streets of the Bronx. Most people no longer think I'm an undercover cop.

His subjects have ceased to be merely subjects, he says, and they've pulled him down a twisty, intimate path from which he believes he cannot escape. The Atlantic Crossword.

When he arrived, Hill wrapped her arms around Arnade. He didn't know why he was there, but he had his camera, and he started snapping photographs. Popular Latest. Four years ago, a Wall Street trader named Chris Arnade wandered into Hunts Point, a Bronx neighborhood nestled in the poorest Congressional district in the nation and often referred to as New York City's red light district.