I'm from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, which is where all the tough guys from New York and New Jersey come to get beat up every year when they're on vacation and act like an ass. And the warm, welcoming natives will make you feel like an imbecile for not knowing your way around a place that you just got to. **** it. You're fair game. You're just here to pollute and spend money. We know the score.
It's a tacky little 80-year-old tourist trap in the worst spots, and then there's the ghettos. And there's golf! Yeah. Golfers are pricks for the most part, but they live here. Lucky us.
There's about 10,000 restaurants (not an exaggeration), and most of them are buffets.
And there's not much of a music scene here, but we're doing something about that, and it's on the rise, thanks to all of the local artists (including yours truly) with little more than dogged determination and co
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