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Originally Posted by BigMeatballBillay
Thankfully zero. My old neighbor was a pimp who sold drugs but never arrested. I've heard a few shootings are the bar 1 block from me and a few while in Westport. I live in the nice part of KC.
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My first year in Los Angeles, I had a toothless crack whore manager. I'd wake up with roaches crawling on my blankets, sheets and body. My car was broken into several times and stereo stolen.
There were gunshots and helicopters flying over my building every night and drug deals happening just outside Pla-Boy liquors on Yucca and Wilcox with the nearest bar being Hell's Gate, a BDSM club. Nothing but a 7/11 within walking distance, if I could get past the homeless.
Good times.