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Originally Posted by DaneMcCloud
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.
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. If it were THAT bad I'd get the **** out. I mind my business though and have a nice security system and the neighbors look out for each other. What you described sounds like Indepdence Avenue NOW that is a ****ing shithole!