Grew up and lived in EEV on Kensington and E. Warren up until I got married and started having children. Beautiful neighborhood growing up there. Sad to say that all changed when one Sunday morning I awoke to a noise to find Mr. Crackhead who wanted my "fucking shit" standing in my kitchen. Don't tell me it was isolated and can happen anywhere. My family was sleeping 10 feet away and thank god Mr. Crackhead just took a purse off the table and jumped back out the window. This type of crime happened every day. My sister was mugged at our side door. We got the hell out and moved to Grosse Pointe Woods and I'm ready to get the hell out of here. Mr. Crackheads kids have now infested the neighborhood. Sorry if I sound so bitter, but your attitude changes when you become a victim.
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