Three eyesore apartment blocks. One laundromat, ironically the filthiest establishment in town. A garage with an overworked mechanic. An underutilized library, with no books published after 1975.
Two greasy diners, on either edge of the dustbowl – rumour has it that the enmity between their respective proprietors dates back to Vietnam. The cop shop, with one grizzled, indolent sheriff and his over-eager, inquisitive black deputy.
Finally, the XtraStore, where the local kingpin launders his ill-gotten gains and keeps his ear to the ground.
Welcome to Exultation, South Dakota.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…☭
