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Thought Iā€™d share some local culture. For the those who donā€™t know, I live in what we Americans call ā€œthe southā€, basically the southeastern corner of the U.S.A. Traditionally itā€™s known as a bastion of backwardness and glorious incompatiblitly with sophistication. Iā€™m in Arkansas, not Florida, but google ā€œFlorida Manā€ for sampling of what Iā€™m talking about. Itā€™s a stereotype, and not always very accurate, but then you find shit like this.

This is a picture of the back of my local small town pharmacy.

Thatā€™s fishing lures, my friends. Thereā€™s three walls of it, and several freestanding displays. Thereā€™s 3-4 times as much fishing stuff as the local Wal-Mart carries.

In a little town, in the middle of nowhere, at the back of a teeny tiny pharmacy with no advertising to let you know itā€™s even there.

Today I live the redneck trope.
'Murica!
Glorious 'Murica.

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