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...i know it, because I'm living in Dearborn Michigan... The last time I was in Detroit, I went to see an very attractive lady I knew for a cocktail in Dearborn. I exited I-94 at the Michigan ave. exit and stopped at the first stoplight. There was an Arab woman dressed head to toe in whatever they call those black bedsheets walking through a vacant lot next to a party store shuffling along when she suddenly horked out a big loogy onto the ground in front of her. I thought to myself, "Welcome to Dearboristan." After I picked up the lady, we had two cocktails at her local bar, and I let her drive, as it was her neighborhood. She drove to a late-night Arab bakery on E. Warren for some pastries. When we went in, it was pretty crowed for a weeknight. As she was paying for a box of treats she bought for my hosts in Mt. Clemons, the young girl at the register couldn't take her eyes off my lady friend's cleavage. I must confess, I found it hard to abstain, myself.