Here's a typical conversation out of town.

PERSON ONE: Where are you from?

PERSON TWO: Detroit.

PERSON ONE: Wow, I've always heard that's a tough place.

PERSON TWO: Yeah, it is. But we actually live in Bingham Farms. It's much nicer there.

PERSON ONE: So you don't have to go into the city?

PERSON TWO [[PROUDLY): We never go into the city. It's a shithole.

PERSON ONE: So, you're perfectly satisfied to live next to a shithole?

PERSON TWO: Sure! It's great! We have a terrific standard of living, and we don't have to do anything to support those idiots.

PERSON ONE: Where do your kids live?

PERSON TWO: Oh, my daughter's in Los Angeles, and my two sons live in New York and Chicago.

PERSON ONE: Why so far away?

PERSON TWO: They wanted to live in a city that works. Not that shithole.

PERSON ONE: So, you're perfectly happy living next to a shithole that your children ran away from? And never seeing them?

PERSON TWO: Yeah! It's terrific.

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