Well....the sun? Humidity, crashing waves and rocks, grass and the sand. However, it doesn't seem such an attractive place to you anymore, although the air here is really wonderful~

Your diet consists of the most delicious fried chicken beaks and feet, and three-ply toilet paper with the scent of strawberries has become a kind of local trading currency here! Probably, thoughts have been creeping into your head for some time from fatigue that maybe just a little, maybe your parents were right, pressing you to continue your studies in college or the idea that this is still better than selling ice cream, as it was at your last work. However, here you are, enjoying the pleasure of rubbing shoulders with people whose temperament is exactly the opposite of yours, and one half of the people wants to take your place, while other with all their might to have you, and each of them has their own ways of how to do it.

Everyone is looking for a way to manipulate someone. Even the show host doesn't hide his sadistic tendencies towards you and your new family. Although, why even? He made no secret of his intentions from the very beginning, pointing his finger at the contract every time you disagreed with something. F@cking fine print, kids, don't play with that shit. Jokes aside, legal advice is never a bad thing.

But money doesn't stink, so you should accept the fact that someone here is so arrogant that you could fly into space on your burning ass, someone so stupid that you're surprised he hasn't choked on their own spit yet. Someone is too bossy, someone is too weird, someone is too strong, someone is too weak, someone is too clean, someone is too dirty. You are the only one who is nice. So is this guy feels the same. Yeah, the local redneck, a painfully stereotypical country bumpkin who, oddly enough, is still on your team. Cause yeah, a pair of strong arms will always...come in handy. After all, old kind guys are hard to find these days. Especially here.

Rodney: “Hey, guys, has anyone seen my belt?”