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Los Angeles, I don't like that town. Too decadent, and it's slimy.
There's a reason that I love this town.
We lived in Yorkville, which is located on the East End of Manhattan. It's further east than Hell's Kitchen, and back then it was the kind of place where the roaches and cockroaches were big enough to carry away small children.
Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had
A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.
New Orleans in an amazing town.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya.
The cool, grey city of love.
Its a town eat town world
This is Buffalo, New York. It's like. Scranton without the charm.
here in Haven Point.
coming to Hollyhill to visit my
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
You have to love a town where you can both smoke and gamble in a pharmacy.
This is the city of disguises.
the basement. Katz
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
What a unique opportunity to be in town. I love townies. I value it, so to speak.
Only you can take you to Funkytown.
I'm a fan of some of the hyphy stuff. Hyphy has been going on a lot longer than the press has been recognizing it.
Goldsboro, North Carolina.
I hate small towns because once you've seen the cannon in the park there's nothing else to do.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.
'LazyTown' is on a mission to move the world to be a healthier place. When we get kids moving, we get their families moving. And when families move, we are one step closer to moving the world. Move the body, move the mind, every day.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
What is the city but the people?
An ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
It gets laughed at because it is a small town, I know, but nevertheless it is a place where great men may be born any day, for fair winds and foul blow right on over it without distinction.
any city or town in the Upper Midwest that's known more for what it used to make than what it makes now.
City of memories, city of mirrors.
It's the homiest spot I ever saw-it's homier than home avowed Philippa Gorden, looking about her with delighted eyes.
Just for a moment I hated Lymstock and its narrow boundaries, and its gossiping whispering women.
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
People think New York is this big city where no one knows each other, but when you live in the Village, it's the opposite.
WESTBURY, a nasty odious rotten-borough, a really rotten place.
Nice little town, Albany. They've got a State Capitol there, you know.
A town so small, you tripped over people you hated every day.
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
The Bronx? No Thonx!
Ah sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre
Like the black dog that once raced
Out from trap two
When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we're passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always say makes Tara from Gone with the Wind look like a woodshed.
It's a paper town.
There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it ... this place, she decided, was called Smog City.
I like any big city. I like any place where you can see a guy with a pants-full of pooh fighting a ghost.
Warthogpox High School was the worst school in the city of Wyvernwing, and Harry Hames Moffer was its most infamous student.
If you've seen 'Friday Night Lights' - that was just like my town.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
And somewhere
out there,
in the river of
addicts,
alcoholics,
wife beaters,
doormats,
overeducated legalized thieves,
fascist police,
and bitter rivalries
someone told me
it's a good city,
and I don't know
what's more frightening
Suburbia: a place where they cut down trees and name streets in their memory.
New York is my, you know, second hometown.
the wizard prison,
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
Palace of Crystal
I live in a market town in a mill house with the river running both sides and Somerfield's car park only a loose nine iron away, and I really, really, really love it.
Up the well known creek
Thunder Point, Oregon, because
I swear, this stupid town. Why does every hideous supernatural thing that happens happen here? I'm gone for a few months and augh. Be right back. Grssll frrrsl rassle mrrrfl.
Thriving metropolis. Home to dozens.
Glasgow has truly become my home away from home.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
Talking about your home town is like talking about your own mother.
King Offa's dyke,
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
I grew up in leafy suburbs in north and east Belfast, but if I had been born a mile down the road closer to the city centre, you might never heard of me.
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
I'm from where the real hustlers pile dough, the home of Rich Rich Porter, Azie, Alpo ...
There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world.
It was a small town: Ferguson, Ohio. When you entered there was a big sign and it said, "Welcome to Ferguson. Beware of the Dog." The all-night drugstore closed at noon.
Well being as there's no other place around the place, I reckon this must be the place, I reckon.
Of all American cities of whatever size the most friendly on preliminary inspection, and on further acquaintance the most likable. The happiest-hearted, the gayest, the most care-free city on this continent.
I was brought up in this part of Detroit that they used to call the ghetto.
If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York
New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure.
When you travel around the country, you see what a tough town New York is: rude, competitive, a town where good, logical ideas are ignored in favor of unworkable ones. And yet, all these other towns are so dead and boring compared to New York.
This isn't D.C., Murrary, this is Ann Arbor, Michigan. This is a long-haired, pot-smoking little college town.
Three years ago, the white hope of the theatre. Today, a mug. That's New York for you. Puts you on a Christmas tree, and then - the alley.
Most gay, conversational, careless, lovely city ... where one drinks golden Tokay until one feels most beautiful, and warm and loved - oh, Budapesth!
There used to be an old bad joke. I hope it's not so much a good joke anymore. 'Everybody's from Scranton; no one's in Scranton.'
We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.
while there existed great towns and cities all over the world, there was a certain kind of pleasure, a certain type of adventurous and audacious childhood, that only New York City could offer a child.
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.
A paper town for a paper girl.
Now there's a grown-up swinging town.
Jamaica full of ghetto, but boy, I tell you: me never see it like that.
She called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.
Mykonos, which probably meant it was time for them to get
I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, 'cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you're here, and now I'm not homesick no more.
When I first started going to Portland, people told me about Stumptown. They were like 'Oh, it's the best coffee,' and I thought, 'How good could it really be?' I'm like, 'Sure, great, uh ... I'd love to see it.' But then when I went, it truly, I am not kidding, is the best coffee I have ever had.
London, thou art the flower of cities all!
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
London, London, London town,
You can toughen up or get thrown around.
Poison ivy, because who needed a case of that on your pecker). We're all here in Derry. No camp, no relatives, no vacations, no AWAY. All right here. Present and accounted for. There's
Within the last two years it had been called Tony's, Belle's Bar Sinister, The Ole Plantation, Tony's, Alt Wien, Paris Soir
or Sewer
Victor's Vesuvius, Chez Cocotte, York House, Gay Madrid, and Tony's.
I come from nowhere Brooklyn, New York. Williamsburg, Brooklyn. These days Williamsburg is kind of a hip area, but when I grew up there, the taxi drivers wouldn't even go over the bridge, it was so dangerous.
God! I loove this city!