

Mumbai, India. Six grocery stores, five pharmacies, two clinics, and multiple cafes and restaurants within a 3-minute bike ride from where I live. A full-fledged mall, a hospital, a 7-Eleven convenience store, and an upcoming metro station 5 minutes away, a major discount department store, a shopping complex, and the train station 10min away (by bike).
That’s on top of the fact that there are multiple Instacart-style app-based delivery services that’ll bring groceries to you, so you don’t even have to get out of the house if you don’t want to. (I steer clear of those because they grossly underpay their low-level employees, but they’re there if you really need something in a pinch)
I live a solid 25-30 km outside the city center. Not once have I felt the need for a car in my eight years living here, even for longer distances.
There are no good cops.
There are outright bad cops, and there are cops that are somewhat competent at following procedure – but that doesn’t make them good cops. A lot of the time it’s the doing of the job itself that makes them bad cops.