This was the town, all right. Cults, sects, whatever you wanted to call them, they flourished here like mushrooms in bullshit, showing the way to the lost, the blind, and the lame, promising easy answers to people who didn’t even know what the fucking questions were. This was the land of sunshine and palm trees and golden opportunity waiting to be plucked like a juicy orange; if you couldn’t make it here, you were in deep shit, because there was nowhere else to go. This was the edge, the last frontier, the end of the goddamn line. There’d never been any shortage of dime-store gurus here, or of
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