This is a city in which nobody would voluntarily return. It is a soul crushing miasma of crappiness. Imagine the cultural wastelands of suburbia mixed with the mug-a-day bleakness of urban blight and the backward ignorance of rural farm country. This would be the perfect way to describe St. Cloud, MN.
Son: "Dad, why is that man standing by the Dairy Queen dressed as a pimped-up version of Superman?"
Dad: "He's from St. Cloud. What would you expect?"