ealo
Ealo is like a bad dream. It’s full of snobs who think they’re artists, boring start-ups, and pubs that play music so loud your ears bleed.
My friend moved to Ealo to be an artist. Now he’s just a guy who wears too many hats and paints his walls.
I went to a start-up meeting in Ealo. Everyone was too busy talking about ‘disruption’ to notice the coffee was bad.
I tried to have a conversation in a pub in Ealo. The music was louder than my teacher’s yelling.