When I went to go check out this one college town that I might potentially be moving to, I was talking with this one (younger) (white) (townie) waitress for a bit at this one tavern with good burgers that's been around since the 1970s, and that had set up an outdoor patio seating area that was run well enough that I felt safe sitting out there.
Anyhow, at one point she was saying that her cousin and his family wouldn't mind moving there, too, even with some of the problems that they've been having recently, but he can't, since he's a mortician and he has the market cornered in this one (black) (urban) (deindustrializing) part of this one decaying metropolis in that part of the country; he's one of the only people working there, so business is good, but if he moved to the college town, there'd be too much competition, and no way to establish himself.
"And it's awful to say," she was like, "But with like, you know, gangs, all the people dying is good for business."
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