A friend of mine mentioned that she was looking to move into a little neighborhood here in Boston in which I had lived for a handful of years, but that her mom was telling her that it was a rough area. My impression of the place was quite different. So, I did a quick Google search for a crime map and found a site that she could show her mom to put the woman's mind at ease.
As I was showing this to my friend, I suggested that my current neighborhood would have more crime stories posted on its own map.
When we looked closely at my quiet little street, I was shocked to find the following story within a 2 minute walk from my door:
"Peddle their bodies"? Awesome! Can someone give the blotter writer a high five for me? They painted a fantastical sepia-toned picture in my mind. Olde Tyme Hookin'. Petticoats, hooped gowns, and a scratchy Victrola playing the charleston number those kids are all yammering about.
I love city living.
I could do without the crack, etc., but I suppose that is just all a part of the splendorous mosaic that makes up this gorgeous tapestry of magical kaleidoscopic majesty we here in Boston call humanity.
Any neighborhood news from anyone else?
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the indian (pakistani?) lady who owns/runs the ALWAYS accomodating Gateway Motel down the street from me was stabbed by a mental patient/psuedo-tenant a few years ago.
she survived, thank buddha/vishnu/insert-brown'ish-icon-here.
and oh yeah. i was held up at my old store a handful of years back.
it's been a while since a good, solid on campus, unsolicited raping at the skidmore campus. and FAR too long since a not-so-resident-alien of Mexican dissent has caused a ruccus at East Side Wine and Spirits.
far too long. in fact? i'd say we're due.
over do.
even.
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