Rid the West Village of Transgender Pros...
Our apartment faces Horatio, right across from the park. The noise from their fighting, bottle breaking and calling out to each other wakes us up many nights. When they hang out on the stoop, the cigarette smoke even wafts up into our apartment. One early morning we heard screaming and crashing trash cans and we were afraid that someone was being attacked. We called the police - they never came! Turned out to be one of the prostitutes fighting with his/her john but the police never even bothered to check things out. This is a disturbing, disgusting problem that really deserves more attention from the police.