Another simular SF story, which happened more times that can be counted here....
For instance: Some jerk flush with cashola decides he wants the "urban life", and goes to see his RE agent. Who then takes him to go see some stupid Live/Work loft one day. He shucks over $1M!
Moves in, and the first night realizes that that non-descript door across the street is a nightclub, or bar. (Reason #1 why live music is dead here now....) They can kill the music, but can't kill the bar....
Anyway, the moral of the story:
Some people like neighborhoods, but don't like neighbors.
