No doubt the park is a strange place at night and the pockets of serenity are there, but it's not without an edge of... something.
A family of raccoons foraged in a dumpster up along the spine of the man made mountain, out at dusk foraging. A friendly man, perhaps about my age, gestured for me to follow him behind the same dumpster.
That's the thing about NYC. You never have to ask to get your dick sucked anywhere you go. You just can't be too choosy about who does it. Same as it ever was, but you don't have to pay, unless you are choosy.