East Worthing
A cursed dump where gardens are the only thing that don't stink, and nobody has a TV or a microwave to save their lives.
My cousin moved to East Worthing and now he just stares at flowers like they owe him money.
I asked my neighbor if he had a fridge and he said, 'This is a garden, not a convenience store.'
I tried to have a BBQ there and got yelled at for using charcoal.