Getting by in any city

All cities are the same.  You have parking garages that look ominous, hotel lobbies that look warm, busy street corners and dark alleys.  Really, they are all different, but their offering is a mixture of sadness, warmth, energy, joy, depression, love, and hate.  It exists in every city and yet, it’s lical to specific street corners and particular dive bars.  They hum along, doing business and and getting by, but the like-minded hear the song, change their course and indulge.  Dangerous? Probably.  Simple? Very.  Isn’t that the problem?