Sorry, its a crap hole. I once thought I had died and gone to hell, it turned out that I was just living in Corsicana. I would rather roll naked down a hill of broken glass and rock salt than ever returned to this vortex of doom, disillusionment and soul crushing. Houses made of cow crap have more appeal than most of the buildings in this cess-pool. Additionally, their main strip of businesses reminds of some of the crappier places to be found in Nuveo Laredo.