Seeing a pink mohawk on the trolley put me at ease. Suddenly things felt normal. This was not the case during the majority of my time in Salt Lake City. It's a very clean place and everyone is quite friendly. However, I think my friend put it best when she commented that the real living in SLC must take place underground. I feel as tho' I spent 3 days in a land of facades.
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