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I lived on 3rd b/t B&C in the early 1980s. I was a young punk rock girl and here is what I remember:
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People stood on the corner offering "works."
I saw a real gun (not on a policeman's holster) for the first time.
All summer Sukiyaki Love blared from giant speakers that people put by their windows so they could sit outside and have music.
There was a lone post office on the street surrounded by bombed out buildings.
All the Puerto Rican drug dealers used to yell out "Hey Punk Rock" when I walked by in my platinum crewcut.
It was a fantastic place to be.