The karen capital of the world. It'
s practically a beehive. They drive giant suburbans on the way to to speak with any manager that they can find. Their broken husbands are busy drinking themselves to
death in a semi-trendy microbrewery because its literally the only thing to do in this town besides hit the many homeless people with your $20,000 "muscle car." In the back seat of karen's suburban resides two high
school kids fitted with brand new cowboy boots and listening to the latest Rascal Flatts song. They
will either grow into suburban turds that claim they are from the country to other sunburned albinos on a cruise ship vacation or be struck by the train that goes
straight through fucking middle of town.