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“Where Love Crashes… and Court Dates Follow.”
Population: Currently in Therapy
Speed Limit: 1 Red Flag per Block
💔 Founded by a messy breakup and a bad decision
🕵️♂️ Home of Trainwreck Man & “Just 1 Beer”
🧨 Frequent emotional detours ahead
🥂 Please Venmo responsibly
Welcome to Alimony-opolis, the city that never heals. Nestled at the crossroads of Romance and Regret, it's the sprawling metropolis where hearts get broken, rebuilt, and then casually ghosted again. From the dazzling skyline of high-rise heartbreaks to the seedy underbelly of codependent cafés and rebound motels, Alimony-opolis is a city that thrives on emotional chaos.
By day, it's a bustling hub of modern love mishaps: career-driven singles juggling Tinder swipes between therapy sessions and bar tabs.
By night, it transforms into a glittering mess of bad decisions, unfinished conversations, and spontaneous karaoke trauma.
It’s the hometown and emotional battleground of Trainwreck Man, where every ex has a street named after them and every brunch includes a postmortem of last night’s regret.
Alimony-opolis is split into zones that reflect the full spectrum of romantic disaster:
Soaring above the skyline, Trainwreck Tower is the penthouse lair of Alimony-opolis’s overly eager champion. Half-man cave, half mood-board, the Tower is filled with:
“Love Hard. Crash Harder.”
No matter how many times you've been ghosted, gaslit, or gently friendzoned... you always come back to Alimony-opolis.
“You were never here. I was never real.”
Chilling, grayscale, and eerie, The Ghosting District is a fog-drenched neighborhood of faded text bubbles, unsent messages, and screenshots with names cropped out. You can feel the static buzz of unread notifications and phantom vibrations in your pocket.
Everything echoes... footsteps, unanswered voicemails, and the occasional cry of “Wait, what did I do wrong?”
Here, The Ghostress floats silently through alleyways and exits through back doors, leaving only faint perfume and confusion behind. She’s a master of escape — no closure, no follow-up, just... gone.
Haunting Features:
It’s quiet here. Too quiet.
But maybe... just maybe... someone will finally text back…
“Where romance rides bareback and boundaries are optional.”
A dusty, sunbaked suburb on the edge of respectability, Boob-Cock Ranch is a wild-west-style haven for serial daters, divorcees, and midlife crises wrapped in cowboy cosplay. You’ll find overpriced brunches, self-tanner salons, and weekly “Cougar Rodeos” where emotionally wounded men are lassoed with drink specials and vague compliments.
It’s ruled by the infamous Pussycat Twins: The Cougar and The Cheata, who prowl through upscale wine bars and golf cart parades looking for fresh prey. Everyone’s got a fake job, a failed podcast, or a secret marriage certificate.
Landmarks include:
Expect strong cocktails, stronger perfume, and weaker moral compasses.
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