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My street was brownstones as far as you could see. Rows and rows of them, with thin, wiry maples planted every twenty feet. Their barren branches gave the street a desolate feel.
My neighborhood used to be full of druggies and addicts until the city decided to gentrify it, pushing them a few blocks north so young people could move in and drive the real estate values up. Mostly white people looking to enjoy all the sights and fun living downtown had to offer, without the high price tag of downtown real estate.
I wouldn't have been able to afford living here if me, Darius, and Destiny didn't pool our money together. Business was good, but it came in highs and lows. When it was high, life was awesome. When it was low, as it was now, I had to get creative about how the money came in. Rega
