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That would be the town of my birth, sugar plum. Go see if you can find the old gas refinery, five years ago it was a gorgeous industrial structure of rusted pipes, really beautiful in its own way. There is also a comic book shop somewhere in town and a tattoo parlor, though I cannot vouch for its shadiness or lack thereof.
I've only been there once since I was eight months old, but it was kinda neat. I can't believe you're there, that's so bizarre. |
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