For me, back in South Africa is a different story.
Honestly, the street I lived on, I was walking to the beach barefooted as us Safricans did, this guy comes up to me and asks for change. I give him R2 which is about 20p, and then he starts asking me if there is anyone I don't like, anyone I want killed.. So on my street I got a hitman for 20p. Then one early saturday morning after being arrested for being too drunk, yes you can down there, brings them fines, I was walking home at about 5am Saturday, next thing I know I've got a knife across my throat, and this guy drags me into the bushes looking for money which I obviously spent. Took my shirt off, then said 'I'm going to rape you now'.. And me and my instincts, we said '**** no' so I hit Him in the face and ran off, on my road.. All was fine, but a few months before that my brother had a burglar early in the morning with a knife against his back, make him walk around the house getting valuables etc.. My brother lived, although **** scared.. That was OUR street in Africa..
The one here in uk, well no **** all happens, it's actually quite boring