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Come to the Midwest. A crazy number of people smoke here, like straight up cancer sticks smoke. I moved here from Florida, where I felt like you: was a low class thing of the past. In Missouri the booze is cheap and the tobacco plentiful. It's wild.
I feel like the more depressed the economy, the greater the chance that a particular place is a antiquated blast from the past. Years and years ago (2000s) my friends and I took a local road trip to Ford City outside of Pittsburgh. When we got there, there were street lights on, there was a neoclassical town hall building, but not a single car on the road or person on the streets besides us. We went into a bar, and there was NOTHING to indicate that we were in the year 200X. The bar was a time capsule from the early 80s. The TV was old and was playing old reruns, the decor was various shades of brown, yellow marbled glass lights above a pool table. A BUCKET of beer bottles cost $1 and a burger and fries cost $1. It was utterly surreal being in this place - it was the closest thing to a Twilight Zone experience I've ever had.