Photographing NYC for 25 years, six of them while driving a New York City taxi. Trying very hard to capture the city as life unfolds, meaning I never stage any of my photos! Also I am a close confidant of the immortal Dave Beckerman, (quintessential NYC photographer) and owner of the first photography blog in the known universe.
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My cousin and friends somehow got turned on to those telephone numbers in about 1983 when we were between 10 and 12 years old. We called them a million times (1212-976-3232) from our homes in Toronto — we were so young we didn’t actually understand long distance, or that our parents even got a telephone bill, probably. It was a taped recording of a different sex story augmented with huffs and puffs and moans and groans that was changed twice daily. The phone bill came and we never called again.
A reminder of some bad times in New York…
Black and White Street Photographs of New York City by Matt Weber 
Martha and the Vandellas. No area codes. Wow.
My cousin and friends somehow got turned on to those telephone numbers in about 1983 when we were between 10 and 12 years old. We called them a million times (1212-976-3232) from our homes in Toronto — we were so young we didn’t actually understand long distance, or that our parents even got a telephone bill, probably. It was a taped recording of a different sex story augmented with huffs and puffs and moans and groans that was changed twice daily. The phone bill came and we never called again.