Place I know well - Bristol
I love my city, but hate it too. Which is why although I am angered by the the fact that Bristol has the reputation of its population consisting of primarily farmers and farmers wives, living here for sixteen years has lead me to believe that a reputation like that is far better than the one which is deserved. In reality if you were to take a walk through Bristol center on a standard afternoon and collected data of the types of people you see, I'm sure the majority of the population would consist of a mixture of teenage chavs, alcoholic middle aged men and homeless people begging for money. Not quite the idealistic community hoped for from one of the UK's most sustainable city.  

However my city is not one which lacks interesting architecture such as the royal suspension bridge, overlooking the slimy mud river which runs beneath and the S.S Great Britain, gracefully floating next to the rat infested docks. Although this may come across as an exaggeration of the 'small imperfections' of Bristol, I assure you the sight of cat sized rats scurrying under docks like trolls under a bridge, may leave you slightly more empathetic.

But like I said, I love my city. This is the place where I've grown up and this is the place where some of my fondest memories as based in such as...