In the diminutive enclave of New York City, affectionately christened Paradise, a mere four blocks encompass its entire existence. As Big Ted once remarked, “For a place where everyone’s just passing through, a hell of a lot decide to stay.” Here, the movers and shakers, fraudsters and fakers, in all their diverse and messed-up glory, coexist. At its heart, nestled on 31st Street, stands the eponymous adult bookstore, Paradise, a symbolic landmark of this unique borough. Flanking it is the vibrant and bustling Little Kowloon, home to Bling-Bling’s modest but unmistakable empire. Within this eclectic landscape, the King Wash Launderette and Knucks Convenience Store rub shoulders with takeaways and pawnshops, each contributing to the rich tapestry its many residents call home.

Venture across the thoroughfare to discover the Schwartz Diner, an enduring institution since 1951, steadfastly overseen by the indefatigable Irene and Ernest. A stone’s throw away stands the MacArthur Bar, named in honour of the ballad “MacArthur Park”, serving patrons from noon until the early hours.

A leisurely stroll down Main Street leads to the Eastside Hotel, a once-magnificent establishment now fading into quiet obscurity. As the relentless summer heat bears down upon the city, air conditioners toil valiantly for respite. Radios and televisions hum from every apartment and storefront, their melodies and dialogues blending into an urban symphony. And amidst it all, the indomitable Gloria Gaynor proclaims:

“I will survive.”

The year is 1979. As one decade fades into twilight, another looms—poised to change the world forever.