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Cartel activity, prostitution, poverty and general hooligansim abounds. There's hoods all over the , but that spot is in a league all it's.

So, here’s the lowdown: Maryvale is kinda like a patchwork quilt – got its quirks, its secret spots, and yeah, its drama. First off, there’s Sunflower Ave – a street that buzzes day and night, lined with neon signs and local joints where every stranger’s a friend, or at least that’s what they say. You got to drive by Maple Bend; well, actually, it's a teeny, almost invisible street but trust me – magic happens there sometimes.

Maryvale taking over mental health services for teens in emergency department