I lived in a small sect of a city during uni. During my freshman year my buds and I frequented many local shops, venues, and hookah bars. It was nice and bustling. When I was a senior I went back to the same area to relive good times. Little did I know the city let in thousands of Somalian refugees and planted them in my old sect. Half of the venues and shops were shut down. The hookah bar I used to frequent went from clean and vibrant to shady and dirty. Homeless Somalians were laying down all over the streets and would shout at you as you passed by. I miss the memory of that place, long gone now.
I lived in a small sect of a city during uni. During my freshman year my buds and I frequented many local shops, venues, and hookah bars. It was nice and bustling. When I was a senior I went back to the same area to relive good times. Little did I know the city let in thousands of Somalian refugees and planted them in my old sect. Half of the venues and shops were shut down. The hookah bar I used to frequent went from clean and vibrant to shady and dirty. Homeless Somalians were laying down all over the streets and would shout at you as you passed by. I miss the memory of that place, long gone now.
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