In the Philly ghetto, I have become oh-so-grateful for my shitty little '99 Ford Escort that hasn't been washed in years (inside or outside), and has nothing to offer to potential thieves. I drive past and people actually look *away.*
It looks far worse than most of the drug dealers' cars I park next to every day... and guess who gets robbed? Yep, the bling-bling folks.
Just sayin'. I like being very low-profile, especially in a city that ranks #1 for homicides right now.
Why do you want to be all blingy? I hope it's not for the chicks, 'cause as a woman I can tell you that it's not gonna work.
