Dirt roads.
Just go somewhere cold or with a lot of bugs. The niggers won't be there.
My grandmas house is down a gravel road. On the bay. Nice big property. All the family was always there growing up. As a kid it used to remind me of the mafia or something. She’s been dead but family still owns it luckily. Even the road is named “my last name” road. I would hate to see it leave the family
Quarry. Better tasting because it's mined.
I prefer the Hershey Highway
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