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We left Kentucky to start our real lives. With the help of Craig's list and true grit, one of us found a five-floor walk-up in Over the Rhine. The other two landed in another five-floor walk-up in Spanish Harlem. Follow us on our adventures with blocks that smell of fried chicken and pot, street vendors, constant cat-calls, the sound of sirens and children's laughter, and crime rates that are higher than the rent in your East Village apartment or riverfront loft.
Over the Rhine and Spanish Harlem, meet your new neighbors.