…which is where Les Wexner lives and Jeffrey Epstein had a house, and which is like this hyper-planned Stepford Wives yuppie community where they have all sorts of uniform requirements for what you can build and where and what it must look like (i.e., sterile brick Georgian, even the CVS):
1) In the far outskirts beyond the planned parts, neither a bartender nor a gas station attendant know anything about how Les Wexner lives around there, even though he’s super famous in all of Ohio.
2) In the hyper-planned Stepford Wives yuppie downtown area, a (mid-20s) (white) woman pushing a stroller turns out to be a(n Italian) nanny there working on some sort of exchange, so I practice my (Italian) with her and am like, “Ho letto, che Jeffrey Epstein viveva qui” (“I read that Jeffrey Epstein lived here”), and she honestly had no idea that that was the case.
3) In the library in the hyper-planned Stepford Wives yuppie downtown area, the librarian on staff at the front desk says that they are forbidden from talking about any specific residents.
4) In the updated Pride flag-brandishing Starbucks in the hyper-planned Stepford Wives yuppie downtown area, the (early 20s) (white) (female) barista who had recently moved there from the Pacific Northwest had no idea about how Epstein had lived around there for a bit, and when I relate one of the more lurid trafficking allegations that was linked to the locale, she’s like, “No way! Now that’s some history.”
5) In the hyper-planned Stepford Wives yuppie downtown area, there’s a dentist’s storefront, with an oddly foreboding name outside: NEW ALBANY SMILES.
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