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Corvus, a few years ago I came close to what you described. I went to a wake for a friend’s father in Holyoke, MA which is a down and out old mill city that now has a large black and Puerto Rican underclass. Anyway, I missed a turn and ended up in the downtown area which is not where you want to be after dark. I turned around to head back where I came from and was a tad nervous every time I got a red light. Groups of locals were on every corner it seemed and when the lights turned green they would still be shuffling across the road so slowly that it would turn red again before they finished crossing the road. I knew enough to not honk the horn and eventually got where I needed to be without incident. I’ll stick with the countryside thank you very much.