roaming gangs of teens, dozens of foreigners selling crap in the middle of the isles and stores that had nothing worth buying is what killed the malls.
> roaming gangs of teens, dozens of foreigners selling crap in the middle of the isles <
I mentioned earlier (post #8) that there once was a huge mall near me. And you described its final days perfectly.
Oddly enough, that did provide a bit of entertainment for me. I’d sit on a side bench and watch foreigners run after thieving teens. There was no gun play while I was there, which I appreciated.