'Street Hassle' is a lurid masterpiece. On the one hand, it's stark unrelenting look at the seedy underbelly of New York City outdoes even Scorcese's grit (girl orders male prostitute, overdoses, gets dumped in an alley.) Yet on the other hand, all of that is counterbalanced by beautiful string figures that drive the 11 minute composition. Oh and it is ended with a monologue by Bruce Springsteen. "Tramps like us, we were born to pay."