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I'm a super white boy from Texas, my ghetto adventures are rather limited.
However I did live in Albany Georgia for 2 years, which has one of the highest murder rates in the country. One area of town I would drive through, I wouldn't call ghetto but possibly the poorest living conditions I have ever witnessed.
I could see straight into these peoples homes, blankets for doors, no grass in a very green area, black boys playing stick ball in the street, and everyone staring me down wondering why I was driving by.
In a tattoo shop not to far away, I went out back to have a smoke, and found a dead body laying the ally. Also had a fat white girl come running up to me one day, crying, begging for help.. She had just been gang rapped, it never made the news.
Either way, crazy crazy shit to me, never really thought if it was the ghetto or not.
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