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Sandy Shores is a small desert town located in the middle of the Grand Senora Desert in Blaine County, San Andreas.

A beach town  near the ocean where the town is a trailer park and the beach is a mixture of toxic sludge and pulverized fish bones.

 

Town away from it all, the best kind for people who need to be; away from it all.

Proto-Hipster

Michael: You know, i've been thinking about you Trevor. Your lifestyle.
Trevor: Oh have you? Really?
Michael: Yes i have. People always try to label you. You know, maniac, psycho...
Trevor: ...Friend, industry leader..
Michael: In some ways you defy categorization. But then... Think about it. Where you live..
Trevor: Sandy Shores, you precious ass. I'm sorry there ain't place nearby for you to get your colonics


Michael: Right, but why are you out here?
Trevor: It's off the grid, we're away from it all. It's somewhere real and authentic. This is Americaaa. And real people ain't been priced out yet.
Michael: Yeah, well what if it gets gentrifiled?
Trevor: Then i'll fucking move
Michel: Okay. What about the way you dress?
Trevor: What about it? I don't give a shit what i wear.
Michael: No, no, no. If you don't give a shit, you wear clean clothes that fit. See yours are all a little out there. A little wacky
Trevor: Whatever's in the shop, is what i get. Jesus, what is this?
Michael: It's not an absence of taste T, it's the opposite of taste. And then theres the tattoos, the hair, the weird music, the funny toys, the niche drugs, the everything


Trevor: What the fuck are we talking about?
Michael: You... are a hipster!
Trevor: What?
Michael: You're a hipster.
Trevor: I hate hipsters.
Michael: Classic hipster denial.
Trevor: I abhor hipsters. I eat them for fun!
Michael: Hipsters love saying they hate hipsters.
Trevor: Well, I really fucking do!
Michael: Self hatred. Common hipster affliction.


Trevor: Only because I'm living out here away from the Bean Machines, and the bankers?
Michael: You're gentrifying. Soon, the skinny jeans will show up, then the skinny lattes, and then the bankers. And you'll be somewhere else starting the cycle all over again. Maybe you're not a classic garden variety hipster, but you're what the hipsters aspire to be. You, Trevor, are the proto-hipster.
Trevor: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't agree with what you're saying. You're talking bullshit. And you're trying to wind me up. But I'm very, very angry, and I want this conversation to stop right away.
Michael: Hipster.
Trevor: Fuck you! Fuck you, Michael! Say it again!
Michael: I've made my point. I'm not a sadist.

The hipster dialog between Michael and Trevor, really explanes why Sandy Shores is a ''great place to live'', and why Sandy Shores deserves it's own page at Trevorism.

Truckers are a symbol of this country. Part of it's mythology, like cowboys, gangsters, hobos and gangbangers.. Freedom. Loners in the night.

Freedom

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