Went out this past weekend and it was full of overweight, leftover, 55-year-old hippies who had an obvious aversion to clothing. The place is a tiny strip of dried up grass (which I think the hippies tried to smoke), where the neighbors' idea of a good time is to set off dynamite or something comparable to a SCUD missile. The techno-beat went on all night so don't plan on any sleep. If a weekend in freakville sound like fun, you'll love this place. I'd rather schedule a colonoscopy!
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