I actually know the place well, having been born and raised not far from it:
…the tattooed woman was impressed by my dancing. When the song ended, I went outside to cool off in the chilly winter night air and relax with a cigarette. The tattooed woman followed me outside and started talking to me. “Where are you from?” she asked.
“Originally from Atlanta,” I said.
“Oh, I just love your accent,” she said.
My Southern accent was quite unusual to her because, you see, just like Mama always told me, Hell is full of damned Yankees.
Yes, it is. And this time of year, it is frozen over.