The one (half British) (half Sudanese) friend of mine, the sister of the brother - sister pair I'm friends with, has been making a few trips in the city as part of her legal gig temping for the local government.
"It's pretty bad out there," she was like, and she described a house where it was nothing but syringes and toys, because children lived there with druggies.
She also told me about another house, where there was a couch, and otherwise everything was on the floor, because people didn't have furniture.
"It's not like they didn't try to keep everything neat," she was like, "It's just that they owned nothing to put things in, so there was clothes folded up all over, it's like everything they owned was just spread out on the floor."
It was also at that house or maybe another one where there were a lot of roaches she saw.
"And that was during the daytime," she was like. "Imagine what it's like at night."
She said that that house made her want to take a shower as soon as she got home, and she wasn't even thinking of her maybe getting bedbugs until her brother brought up that possibility.
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