“What any man wants”

Dejaun Jones saunters down Brown Street in Brewer’s Hill wearing a bright red workman’s jacket and a long, black sock-cap. The 39-year-old Jones, who was born in St. Louis but came here when he was 3, carries a backpack over both shoulders.

Jones, who has three girls — 12, 13 and 20 — says it’s been “a struggle” raising them all. “It’s hell but it’s beautiful too,” he says. “You get to see the little infant grow into a child, then into a teenager.”

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“No one else is gonna look out for you”

On a Wednesday afternoon, Alex Nelson paints a white picket fence between Hubbard and Palmer Streets in Brewer’s Hill. He stops to have a cigarette.

Nelson, who grew up in Waukesha and attended Mukwonago High School, moved to Milwaukee because his boyfriend lives in the neighborhood. “Milwaukee’s definitely a big change from where I grew up,” he said. “The only reason that I’ve actually come out here is for the people that I’ve dated.”

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“My friends mean a lot to me”

Steven Feih grew up in Brewer’s Hill and Bay View in a small family – it was just his mom, his dad and himself. “Being an only kid, you know, your dog’s your best friend, your imagination’s your second-best friend.”

Though Feih isn’t what you would call a loner he has a complicated relationship with people, stemming from 20 years working as a bartender. “You see it all – you know what people are going to say before they say it,” he said.

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