I have friends who live in east St. Louis, Illinois but work in St. Louis, Missouri.
My aunt and uncle lived in Alton for a minute. We went there for Thanksgiving one year and went to St. Louis to visit the arch. We had a

experience there. We went to that McDonald's boat that was on the Mississippi near the arch. That bytch was PACKED.
We're standing in line for like a half hour, and when we finally get up to the counter, this bytch tells us that her till is closed, but we could use the one next to her. That meant we would have had to wait just as long if not longer. My pops and uncle asked for the manager, and the manager was like, "If you don't like it, you can leave

." My pops went the fukk off on him. I was five at the time, and even then I knew what time it was.