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Woodridge and Beenleigh south of Brisbane are best to avoid.

The Logan area in general where Woodridge and Beenleigh are located seems to be 'disputed territory', but in the reverse of how this usually works. People from Brisbane claim that Logan is part of the Gold Coast, while people from the Gold Coast claim that Logan is part of Brisbane.
 
In Melbourne, the Werribee 'Birdcage' - a series of streets which all have bird names - is a scary place. It isn't far from the Werribee Railway Station, another place scary enough by day. I wouldn't ever want to go there at night.

In some Australian cities, it isn't far from nice streets with well-kept suburban houses, shops, cafes, restaurants and the like to find yourself in a bad area. For example, I love Sydney city, but its only a short walk south to a really bad area surrounded by Redfern, Surry Hills, Chippendale and Waterloo.

Brisbane is a beautiful city and I mostly feel safe there, but some streets in Fortitude Valley made me feel very uneasy even though it is on the edge of the CBD. Adelaide's southern beachside suburbs are stunning but take one wrong turn then another and another heading away from the ocean, and you might find yourself in a rough area very quickly. In Perth, the large suburb of Bentley in the inner southern suburbs has some nice areas and is a major educational, administrative and business center but there are some blocks of streets that it is wise to avoid or move through as soon as possible.
A few northern suburbs of Perth I wouldn't be comfortable being in during the day let alone at night.
 

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I nearly ended up in the Bronx by mistake once when I went to the wrong train platform.

I got a hint that I was in the wrong place when there were some shady looking black people on the platform that looked like they wanted to kill me but I decided to check with some little old black lady who looked the least likely to kill me and she spat back at me "this train's goin' to the Bronx". I knew then it was time to GTFO.
I went to a New York Mets game and it happened to be on 'bat day' where they hand out little baseball bats. I had a pretty unreliable iPhone that inevitably died in the last innings and had to get from Queens to Bushwick and had no idea what street I was staying on or the subway stations nearby so had to ask a bunch of New Yorkers how to get to some vague area. by the time I got home it was getting pretty dark and it was a pretty industrial part of Brooklyn and wondered why all of a sudden people were afraid of giving me directions – New Yorkers are utter campaigners but the ones earlier were helpful.

After about two hours of wandering about and getting zero help some Mexican dude out the front of a tattoo shop came up to me and asked wtf I was doing and I told him my situation. he looked me up and down and laughed 'you've did well escaping some trouble' and told me it'd recently become one of the worst areas in the city and he and his mates never ventured down the streets I went to and they'd lived there since they were children. he offered me a coke (which I didn't drink) and let me charge my phone and we both worked out where my accomodation was and said 'don't go walking around in tiny shorts (it had been a while since the Kennedy Compound look was seen in America) and swinging around a ****ing baseball bat.'

On the 20 minute walk home some coppers also came by and told me to put it down my back because it was a signal I was up for a bit of it.

The absolute worst moment I've had was a week in lovely Amalfi and we decided to spend a night before a flight close to Naples airport. that city is an absolute scary ****ing shithole even in the middle of the place but we got a cab with a driver who spoke zero English and we were all naive and stupid and had 10% battery and like 50 euros in cash between us. we gave directions and he seemed incredibly confused and we kept going backwards and forwards because we kept seeing we were driving away from the pin we'd dropped, which was the hotel. in the end we just agreed to go where the driver thought we were supposed go and got dropped off in suburban Naples about an hour's drive from the city.

No one spoke English, people shuttered their blinds when we walked past, all the shops were clearly fronts, and kids kept yelling and laughing at us. my girlfriend at the time was in Birkenstocks and kept insisting on 'finding a park and getting a bottle of water' but I knew as soon as we stopped we'd be battling the dark and this was not an area to be just wandering around in.

After the fastest one hour walk of my life where a bunch of skinny teenagers told us there was a hotel in a vague direction and another in the other and we just chose to go in the first direction with no ****in idea, we finally found the hotel and its big open gates were quite like heaven's. it was ****ing nuts.

The hardarse Italian concierge sat us down and put our bags in the room and bought us a beer and a plate of chips and told us we'd done something we should not have.

A couple of years later I was watching SBS and realised a big Soviet, scary looking, literal block we'd walked past is the biggest heroin trafficking site in Europe and the worst neighbourhood in Italy. it's called Le Vele in Scarpia.
 

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