And it's a home that wakes you up at 2 a.m. when someone yells "I LOVE THIS CITY" to the sky outside your window. It's a being that is so in love with itself that never mind what you think, we're going to have a freaking good time. It's the smell of exhaust, oranges, sweat and live music. It's a book that uses the F word so passionately that its definition changes in your mind. It's a hole in the wall of tofu, Vietnamese subs and Mexican chocolate milk for the vagabond in all of us. It's a road of courteous scary drivers, risk-your-life-everytime-you-hop-on cyclists and many, many overheated pedestrians. It's a dance that grooves and jives to its own beat and the beat of live music every night everywhere.
It's Austin, TX.
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